Regulation and Control

( Note left on the fridge in Chela's flat, same night of the jelly baby bread incident )

Who: Harry potter, Dudley Dursley
What: Dudley and Harry have a chat, but something seems off to Dudley, who flees Grimmauld Place. That's odd!
When: pre-Mathwall
Where: Grimmauld Place

(  If any man had ever drawn close to the Veil, they would mark it in Harry's visage. )

( From the evening edition of the Sunday Prophet )

Who: Theo Nott and Severus Snape
What: Letters
When: Beginning in 2006, continuing to present
day
Where: England
Rating: PG
Status: Closed, in progress

( Letters )

Who: Mila Macnair, her dog Willoughby, and Matt Cavanaugh.
What: It's raining in London, so Mila goes to Scotland to knit magic.
When: Evening, 14 April
Where: Hogsmeade

Like most days in London, it was raining. And like most days in Mila’s life, she wasn’t content being cooped up indoors. So where most people would have been content to curl up and read a book where it was warm, she took the rain as an opportunity to leave the city. In the year or so she had been in England, she had only ever explored the areas near London and a small town in Wales once – just to see where it was that her husband had been born. She decided immediately that it was too nice for him and left before her opinion of the man could taint the beauty of it.

Still, it was his stories that drew him to this place now – and instead of being turned away by the beauty of it, she was drawn nearer.

It was suspended in time, she thought. The houses, shops, and even people were living at a different pace than those in London – a better pace, maybe, but certainly one that was more reminiscent of a time past. Slow. Quiet. It was on a hill in a park that she sat down, the lake glittering below her and Hogwarts Castle looming protectively across the water. Willoughby went bounding off after a wood nymph and she was left alone while he chased, weaving glittering strands of her own magic carefully into a net.

Who: Lo, Aurel, Maisie, and Fred.
What: Getting people foods.
When: Evening, 14 April
Where: Belgravia, London

“GIDDYUP!” The little girl cried as they bounded down the street, her legs wrapped tightly around the man’s neck so she could keep her arms free to wave through the air like some sort of bird. “You’re not neighing, Aurel!” She added a few minutes later, and Lo laughed at the deep pout that quickly overtook her face before it formed back into a wide grin, the street lit up by peals of her shrieks and laughter.

“Barrruuuuuu- neeiiighhh!” Aurel called out, his arms holding her so he could bend back, causing her to scream out happily again. Maisie’s hands covered his face for a moment to hold on before she let go again a second later to clap excitedly.

After a few more minutes of high pitched laughter, she quieted, the large smile remaining as people stared at them. Maisie waved. “Again, again!” She pleaded, but Aurel only laughed.

“How about after we go shopping, Mouse?”

Lo nodded, “Yeah, Maisie, he can gallop all the way back home. And then we can play dress-up. I found those ballet costumes of mine for us.”

“You did?” She asked excitedly as Aurel swooped her off his shoulders and to the ground, keeping her hand in his.

She nodded, “Yup – and Aurel’s gonna wear the Ice Princess dress!”

“…I’m going to what?”

Who: Charlie Weasley et al.
What: Philosophical differences among the senior members of the Order
When: Fall 1999
Where: A flat where he lived briefly after the war
Status: Drabble, complete
Notes: Wrote itself after an offhand reference in the current Charlie-Snape thread. Thank you to Snape for inspiring it.

"He's a Dark wizard, Charlie! You can't mean you're going to work for him." Her hair had gone mousy brown. It always did when they argued.

"I told him I'd stay on. My word's good." He tossed the gold and scarlet Quidditch shirt into his bag.

"Tell him you changed your mind." Her lacy yellow knickers went back in the drawer.

"My mind's made up." Charlie leaned in to kiss her before he closed the suitcase. His voice went dull. "And so is yours. I'll be at the Burrow. Owl me when you see reason."

She never did.

Who: Aida Zabini and Blaise Zabini
What: Daily tea
When: 1999, during Draco's trial
Where: Zabini Manor
Rating: G
Status: Drabble, Complete

“How was this morning’s ride?” Aida inquired, voice strong but smooth.

“Nothing exceptional.” Her son’s words were as careful as how he sipped his tea. He dreaded small talk, and they both knew it, just as they both knew there was more on her mind.

After a pause, the question came. “How’s Mr. Malfoy?”

“Draco is fine, Mother.”

“There are plenty of respectable wizards your age more deserv—“

“Mother,” came the short, warning tone. “My friendship with Draco will not change, no matter what happens to him.”

Aida’s lips pursed, defeated momentarily, not permanently. “How’s the tea?”

“Nothing exceptional.”