hphalloween_mod (hphalloween_mod) wrote in hp_halloween, @ 2005-10-31 22:27:00 |
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Original poster: mchoneygoose
Gift for: wildwinterwitch
From: mechaieh
Author’s Notes: the quotes are from a sixteenth-century Scottish love song
O Lady For
Thy Constancie
My cairis they do incres;
Vntil I sie your face agane,
I live in hevynes.
In what would have been Potter's seventh year at Hogwarts, there had been far too many things requiring the Headmistress's attention for her to spare much thought to Halloween. There was order to maintain at the school, and there were missions to oversee for the Order of the Phoenix. There were the correspondence lessons she discreetly relayed to Granger through a network of feline allies – how she missed that girl! – and there were novice teachers to monitor and mentor, including young Tonks, the new Defence of Dark Arts instructor (to whom Minerva made a point of slipping extra tins of biscuits during their conferences, knowing that the girl would somehow engineer a way for them to reach Lupin).
There was so much to do that she delegated the Halloween rites to Sinistra without hesitation. There would not be time to spare for her own private heartache, she had thought, but when the bat appeared at her window with a single white rose, she whispered "Severus" and allowed herself to weep.
Albeit my body be absent,
My faithful hairt is vigilent
To do you service true.