Theodore was bored. He sat by the fire in the Slytherin common room, with his school bag at his feet and a roll of parchment in his lap. A quill was playing against his lips, but he couldn't seem to bring the tip to the writing space less than a foot and a half away. He knew he had homework to do, and he knew that he had all the means to do it ( Read more... )

Seamus had put the last touches on his decorating of the Gryffindor common room. The red and gold had been converted to Irish green and gold, with Shamrock and leprechaun decorations everywhere and "Kiss me, I'm Irish" buttons for all who came. There was even a rainbow with a pot of leprechaun gold. The green butterbeer was prepared. Seamus ( Read more... )

It had been a long week. Shane's schedule had seemed to be fuller than ever as his professors began piling up the assignments for students to work on. Finally, three quills, five texts, and what seemed like eight rolls of parchment later, Shane found himself lying on his bed, facing the ceiling. His eyes were closed as he let his brain rest from ( Read more... )

Minerva McGonagall tapped her wand impatiently against her desk. There were five minutes left until detention was supposed to begin for Miss Brown, Miss Chang and Miss Patil, and none of them had arrived yet. It was bad enough that she felt that the three of them were already being punished quite lightly for daring to fight in the Great Hall ( Read more... )

George had just returned from the kitchen with a fairly formal looking spread of food. Dobby was beside him with a bowl full of punch. All items were being levitated and locomotored to their proper location. Ron was nowhere in sight, yet ( Read more... )

Neville was equal parts nervous and excited. The book had come that morning, and Neville had wrapped it carefully ( Read more... )

Neville walked resolutely up to the highest point of the tower. He smiled when he faced the little knight who instantly challenged him.

"Neville Longbottom, I believe I am expected," he said politely, smiling again.

I really need to stop smiling, he thought, it's like entering the lion's den, after all. He did not stop smiling, however, and ( Read more... )

This weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend.

All third years and above (with appropriate permission), enjoy!!

~Albus Dumbledore

Peter had delivered the potions to the shack the night before. He had placed them in a container spelled to be indestructible to physical harm; one that would automatically open at first light ( Read more... )

"I hope you don't mind, but we are going to a muggle ballet. You'll need to dress up a bit, so I thought we could go shopping ( Read more... )