The Last Station

Who: Alicia and Merrill
What: A bit of talking, yelling and acknowledgment of changes
When: Sunday, 12. January, 2006
Where: Merrill’s home
Rating: Low, sensitive content
Status: Complete

( The quip about there being a life outside bed, even on Sundays, that had been on the tip of her tongue died the moment the door was opened and Alicia was looking at Merrill. )

Well, I had the weirdest dreams last night. There was some kind of apparition ban and I got stuck in a restaurant, bored out of my mind because I didn't have my wand or my drumsticks.

[Warded to Oliver]
You know it was a good party when you wake up the next morning naked in the host's bed.

[Warded to Alicia]
Help! I don't know what to get Oliver for his birthday and I've only got three days to get it sorted in.

Who: Adrian, Merrill, Roger, and eventually Theodore
What: unsolicited visitors pop in
When: late Sunday afternoon
Where: 19 Main Street
Rating: low -Sensitive Content Warning-
Status: ongoing

( ...he realized he hadn't Owled ahead. )

WHO | Mr. Davies and Mr. Urquhart.
WHEN | Sunday, January 12, immediately following the Alicia-Merrill log.
WHERE | 19 Main Street (Hogsmeade).
WHAT | The aftermath of Merrill's argument with Alicia.
RATING | Low.
STATUS | Complete.

( 'What happened?' )

Who: Andrew and Alicia
What: Another snowman army
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Outside Andrew's building
Rating: SFW
Status: Ongoing

( In the meadow we can build a snowman )

Who: Eloise and Vicky
Where: The open area between 22 High Street and the Shrieking Shack (but closer to 22 High Street, because superstition)
When: Sunday, January 12, afternoon
What: Making themselves enjoy winter! And talking and stuff.
Rating: SFW

--

Eloise was sure that she had never been as grateful for a cup of hot tea as she was that afternoon. She'd staked out a relatively flat surface near her building and had let Vicky know about their meeting location and time earlier that day. Clad in a heavy winter coat and boots that, while waterproof, were clearly more aesthetic than functional, she tightened her old Slytherin scarf around her neck and took the portable cup from Vicky.

"This is perfect, thank you," she said gratefully, eschewing a traditional greeting as she took a sip. "Merlin, it's freezing. This was a terrible idea."

Good luck to those members of the Hogsmeade Hydras who were named to their national squads this morning. Outside the Bulgarian announcement-- congratulations, Alexei-- I didn't have a chance to hear the other rosters on the WWN before I left for brunch with my Housemates.

I'm honoured to fly for Team Scotland and to serve as back-up Seeker for Deirdre Davis. I've never been to the International Quidditch Championships or New Zealand, but I hope the latter's warm in February.

Merrill,

I heard you weren't feeling well. Is everything alright?

Julian