From the Ashes

who: pete and ryland
where: pete's rooms
what: ..something.
when: between classes and dinner

Ryland didn't really know what he was *doing* at Pete's door. But he finally had a moment of free time, so it seemed like the place to be. Not that he was going to do a deep examination of *why* it was the first place he chose to go. But anyway. He was there.

He knocked, three raps with his fist against the wood door, and waited. He was nervous. In that stupid flippy stomach way. He hadn't felt like this since he was a third year and had the biggest crush ever on a fifth year Quiddich player.

Not that he had a crush on Pete. An *interest*, certainly. But calling it a crush seemed a bit...childish.


Ryland sighed. Who was he kidding? It was definitely a crush.

WHO: Adam and Patrick
WHERE: Adam's office
WHAT: Patrick may or may not be a little ragey. Maybe.
WHEN: Lunchtime Wednesday

[delivered via owl, between first and second periods]
Dearest Auror Stump,

You have my eternal gratitude and undying love. I heard the most wonderful stories about your teaching abilities from my fourth-year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. I owe you big time.

- Adam

Who: Open To All
Where: The Staff Lounge
When: Tuesday before dinner
What: Chilling out & drinking tea

Someone had used ennui on the Scrabble board. That was a brilliant use of vowels, and provided an excellent opportunity for William to use his q, if that space was still open by the next turn.

"Pete," he said absently, reminded by ennui and turning from the board to find a comfortable chair arm on which to perch. "Have you or your historically-inclined gentleman companion ever heard of a poet named Augustus Bedivere?"