June 21st, 2010


[info]misterfixit in [info]from_the_ashes

[Owl to William Beckett]

December 21st
Mr Beckett,

If you could stop by the hospital wing sometime in the next few days, I have something I wish to discuss with you regarding the blood tests I took last month as soon as possible.

Sincerely,
Healer R. Bryar

[info]gretaontherun in [info]from_the_ashes

Who: Z and Greta
Where: Equipment sheds by the Quidditch Pitch
When: 23 December, late in the morning
What: Mysterious Goings-On in the Broom Shed

Greta hadn't figured out yet whether the rattling cupboard in her office contained a pair of restless Bludgers or something more ominous, but she definitely wasn't planning to figure it out on her own. She'd already found a Snitch hiding under her desk that morning, and it had nearly taken one of her fingers off before she'd managed to trap it under a teapot and wrestle it into safe confinement.

She was still investigating her desk for other potential hazards when the referee's whistle that had been quietly hanging by the door suddenly lifted itself into the air and let out a series of sharp, piercing shrieks.

"Intruder in the broom shed," it cried, "alert, alert, intruder -" Greta hit it with a Silencing spell as quickly as she could and jogged out of her office, heading for the equipment sheds to investigate.

[info]ryraze in [info]from_the_ashes

Where: Ryan's office
When: Tuesday evening, 22 December
What: Ryan meets his new TA

Ryan was pacing restlessly. He stooped, waving his wand over a messy pile of books to straighten their edges together neatly before sighing ruefully. How could his desk have gotten so messy over just a few months of his starting the position? One day he'd have to go through and sort everything the Muggle way, which he wasn't looking forward to. That day wasn't today.

"Better make some tea for Miss Berg," he thought, and tore into a new packet of tea, breathing deeply as he set the kettle on to boil. Gazing around his room and the stacks of essays he'd yet to mark, he admitted to himself that he probably did need an assistant. And if it had to be anyone, well -- Miss Berg was competent enough, and at least they'd have a chance to become acquainted before he got her a gift for the Secret Santa present exchagne.