Rebel, Rebel

WHO: Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. Again.
WHERE: His office
WHEN: Sunday evening
WHAT: Conversation
RATING: TBD

( Doing that thing you do )

( Note slid to Charlie Weasley in class )

WHO: Charlie Weasley and Elladora Guffy
WHERE: An empty classroom
WHEN: BACKDATED: Friday, early afternoon
WHAT: dance lessons
RATING: I'd say not very high :P


Elladora Guffy felt the twittering of excitement in her stomach as she hurried down the stairs into the common room.  Most of her music was at home with her record player, so she borrowed some magical music for her dance lesson with Charlie Weasley.  Ah, Charlie Weasley.  They weren't in the same house of course, but they'd been in classes together.  Of course there was his quidditch talent.  Ella had longed to play quidditch since she'd first been introduced to it as a child.  Unfortunately, her flying skills barely allowed her to qualify as a witch.  Charlie, however, he was amazing.

Having a boyfriend wasn't a goal Ella was inspiring to.  She just wanted to finally have some fun in a school that had grown very depressing over the last few months.  Her friends were seeming a little more distant lately with classes and all.  It would be fun, and good for her, to spend some time with someone new.

As she bounced down the hall, her skirt swishing around her knees, she thought about what she could show Charlie and wondered how she should begin.  She also wondered, and worried, that maybe she should have changed out of her uniform. As a compromise she loosened her tie as she entered the empty classroom she and Charlie agreed to meet in.

( Owl to Remus Lupin, heavily hexed private )

Who Rabastan and Bellatrix. Alecto later.
Where Everywhere. Srsly.
What HUNTING PARTY
When Tonight
Rating Probably R for them being violent and evil

( It turned my whole world around... and I kind of like it )

WHO: Lily and James
WHAT: Talkins
WHEN: February 4, 1988; evening
WHERE: Potters' house
RATING/STATUS: PG/Incomplete

( Read more... )

Peace and quiet. After the news about You-Know-Who splashed the front page of the Prophet, they were two elusive, bordering fictitious concepts. The kind of thing you read about in books set in libraries or, well, something. In the corridors, out on the Grounds, inside the owlery, outside the owlery, everywhere -- there were murmurs. There was fear. And sometimes, Charlie sensed something worse than fear: satisfaction from it all.

Charlie was amazed that, of all the places inside Hogwarts, his dormitory was the one place he found empty and still. There was an unchanged quality to it. His bed was still unmade, sheets in a disarray, a grass-stained sock of his was still hanging off Kirley's chair. There were a whole litter of messes no one could be bothered to pick up, still there. Still unaffected. He could have fallen asleep, woken up again, and thought he had imagined it all. Dreamed it.

It would be nice if he could. He could go back to thinking Quidditch was the second most important thing in the world, right beneath dragons and everything Hagrid had to tell him about magical beasts that Professor Kettleburn could only show them poor quality photographs of.

Now, now those things almost didn't even matter anymore.

Collapsing across his four poster in a sprawl, Charlie closed his eyes and buried his face in a pillow.

Meaghan was in a bad mood, and had been since she and Kirley returned from the holidays... and since everyone else returned as well, but who gave a crap about them? She didn't understand why they were there. Mum hadn't let them go out nearly at all during the holidays, and every day Meaghan had expected her to tell them to pack up, they were heading for Barbados or Australia or Fiji or someplace else that was safe, and, preferably, warm. But she hadn't, even after the New Year's Eve attack, and instead of kicking around on the beach somewhere Meaghan and Kirley were now sitting at table eating breakfast about a month after they should've been safely out of the country.

Well, Meaghan was. Kirley was still in the dorms, and would probably be sleeping until lunch. The point was that they'd been sent back to school without any indication of when or if they'd be pulled out, and the constant waiting was making her both antsy and extremely irritable. Besides, she had to be in classes with Tonks. How could you concentrate on lessons when someone who'd been kidnapped and nearly killed was sitting there? She was probably putting the rest of them in danger every second! Also, she had stupid hair.

She pushed her eggs around her plate moodily as the owls came in with the morning Prophets and whatever other papers and things people there subscribed to. This was all just a huge bloody waste of time, she thought. What was Mum waiting for?

YOU-KNOW-WHO SPOTTED IN SCOTLAND

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Reports flooded into the Department of Magical Law Enforcement this afternoon stating that He Who Must Not Be Named was spotted in Scotland, near the outskirts of Edinburgh, along with an unknown number of his followers.

While these reports have not yet been verified by the Auror Department, there has not been any denial from Head Auror Rufus Scrimgeour either. Until the sighting has been confirmed, witches and wizards are 'strongly precautioned' to keep to their homes and not go out after dark unless absolutely necessary.

You-Know-Who has not been seen in the United Kingdom or Ireland since 1979, when he and his followers were driven out of the country. The Dark Mark had not been seen as well up until New Years Eve, when it was spotted above Muggle monument Big Ben. A number of Muggles were killed in that attack, and though none have been confirmed, the number of reports of Dark Mark sightings have sky-rocketed over the past three weeks.

You never could tell what the professorial powers of Hogwarts would decide was worth forcing on people, and what they would simply announce, as if it was an option like any other option, Herman reflected. Self defense class for those willing to give up an evening, as if the time commitment were the only issue any student might consider.

Of course, the word around the Slytherin dorms was that self defense for dummies wasn't something any self respecting Slytherin student would consider attending, but Herman had an answer for that. How else to properly make fun of evaluate the quality of the class, but by attending?

The excuse seemed to pass muster, though the mood around Slytherin since the students returned from Christmas hols was so sullen it was hard to really tell what anyone was thinking. And so Herman found himself at the back of the room, arms crossed and a skeptical expression on his face as he listened to how to identify an emergency situation. The actions advised seemed to be the coward's way out; distract and run, did they think they were talking to incompetents? This was the sixth and seventh year session, couldn't they come up with--

Herman was distracted from his thoughts by a sudden change in method. "Find a partner and practice faking them out," the professor said. "All you need is a moment, anything surprising will do..."

If he'd known it was going to come to that, Herman would have payed more attention to who he was sitting next to. As it was, he turned to his neighbor and raised an eyebrow. "Well?" he asked.

DARK MARK FOUND, MUGGLES KILLED OVERNIGHT

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While British citizens all over the country rang in the new year with fun and song, the Death Eaters were at work. At precisely 12:23am, the first reports of seeing the Dark Mark over Big Ben and the Thames river began to trickle in to the Ministry of Magic. First-responding Aurors were at the scene within five minutes, with back up Aurors and Hitwizards arriving minutes later. A thorough search of the clock tower revealed nothing, further searching of the immediate area uncovered that an entire pubful of celebrating Muggles had been slaughtered. Preliminary reports indicated that some of the Muggles died by the Killing Curse, but others were not as fortunate. A Ministry employee working on the case told the Prophet that some of the Muggles were indeed tortured before they were killed. Some were maimed, bloodied and bruised, while others had evidence of the Cruciatus Curse. The immediate reason for the attack is not known at this time, and further investigation will be needed to determine the details.

With the death toll by the Death Eaters already over 200, the year is not off to a good start. The Minister of Magic was unavailable for a statement, as was the entire Auror department, but we are told that he is scheduled to make a public statement this afternoon.

Who: Regulus Black and Dorcas Meadowes :O
When: December 30, evening
What: Dorcas doesn't believe that Regulus isn't fine...because he's not
Where: 12 Grimmauld
Rating: PG13, Dorcas has a mouth and isn't afraid to use it

( That is if pale, shaky and clammy were okay... )

WHO: Alecto and Amycus Carrow
WHERE: Lestrange Manor (I'm assuming that's where they're staying for the time being?)
WHEN: New Years Eve
WHAT: Celebrating a new year
RATING: High

( May old acquaintances be forgot and never brought to mind... )

WHO: Andromeda Tonks, Ted Tonks, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, and anyone else who would've been invited
WHERE: The Tonks residence
WHEN: Christmas Eve
WHAT: It's Christmas, and Andromeda and Dora are back!
RATING: TBD

( . . . )

REPORT: MOTHER AND DAUGHTER RESCUED - BUT AT WHAT PRICE?

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Reports are circling today that Andromeda and Nymphadora Tonks, the mother and daughter who were kidnapped by Bellatrix Lestrange from Diagon Alley nearly two weeks ago, have been returned - and Amycus and Alecto Carrow, the brother and sister Death Eater duo who were recently found guilty of the murder of Greta Gamp, were the price the Ministry paid for their safe release.

Ministry officials have remained mum on the topic, but a member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement wasn't quite as enthusiastic about the rumoured safe return as one might expect. "It's an abomination, a perversion of justice, to let those criminals--those terrorists go free, ready, willing, and able to kill again. While two lives would've been lost, who knows how many countless others we've just sentenced to death by letting those two murderers free?"

Not all were so harsh of the Ministry's decision, however. One witch from the Auror Department itself had this to say: "It's our job to protect the innocent against the likes of Lestrange and the Carrows, no matter what it takes. By doing what needed to be done in order to ensure the safe return of the hostages, we saved a family from being destroyed. However, the Ministry now has a duty to hunt down the fugitives and to find them once more, and it will be done."

No other comments were available. But this whole mishap begs the question: is the Ministry really doing all it can to keep us safe? And what is more helpful to the Wizarding Community in the long run--saving two lives and keeping a family together in the here and now, or preventing potentially hundreds of others from being slaughtered by the two fugitives they've reportedly set free?

WHO: Severus Snape, Lily Potter
WHAT: Severus has a Christmas gift for Lily
WHEN: 23 December; late afternoon.
WHERE: The Potter Home
RATING/STATUS: Lowish/Incomplete

( Step One begins. )

( Owl to Bellatrix Lestrange )

WHO: Remus Lupin and Sirius Black
WHAT: Sirius has returned. Remus goes to Sirius's flat. Things... progress.
WHEN: December 18, 1988; evening
WHERE: Sirius's flat.
RATING/STATUS: G. Because there won't be any language. *pause* and if you believe that, I have some swampland in Florida I'm selling off. / Incomplete.

( I'm not a prat. You're the prat! )

WHO: Neville and Frank Longbottom
WHAT: Neville had a nightmare :'(
WHEN: December 16, 1988; morning
WHERE: Longbottom abode
RATING/STATUS: G!/Incomplete

( Oh what marvelous things but, they are, they are, they are giving me the creeps )