Rooms

[Public, as Ginny W.]

Someone has a bloody bad idea of a joke to give me a magical diary.

[Warded to trio-era Potter characters]

Maybe it's just me fretting over everything and all, but...we do have an awful lot of people coming from what they say is another time, don't we? I mean, what happens if they join us?

By they, I mean...Voldemort? Or Bellatrix Lestrange? I know we can win because we've done it before, but do you think it's possible?

Who: Vic and her mum
What: Meeting
Where: Hogsmeade
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Zis will be 'armless!

She was rather entirely ready to go round the bend. Hogwarts was nearly empty, and there was no one at all in the Slytherin common room. Even Teddy hadn't made a peep since the meeting with the undead at Madam Puddifoot's; she expected him to profess his love once or twice, or even to try for a grope, but it wasn't surprising, all things considered. She wondered if he was sitting in the Hufflepuff common room, hair some sallow shade of misery, and she couldn't stand any of it.

It could be said that they'd grown tall on the bones of the dead, but they'd never thought of them as people. They were stories, the Marauders and all the others who died so they might live. On 2 May, they'd stopped being people, and she wasn't sure what do now that they'd become more than tales.

She missed her family. Even her overprotective dad, and she missed Shell Cottage and the water lapping at her toes. There had been no pretense there, no need to pretend. Snake or lion or Veela, it hadn't mattered among the muggles.

But that was entirely enough of that. Snakes did not mope, and nor would she. She slipped into a muggle dress, purple and without sleeves, and her black boots came to the knee. Hogsmeade, and somewhere for a butterbeer and some conversation of a decent sort, as there wasn't any to be had where she was.

Please tell me that was a joke when I saw a calendar saying that the year was 1999.

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