When we last left our intrepid archivist, she was recovering from having been dead. However, she was also having breeding-spell induced fantasies about Draco Malfoy, and neither of them were particularily pleased about it. Neither was Terry, who was happy at having a live Mandy, but was annoyed to no end at the lack of sex life. And since Mandy ( Read more... )

I think everyone's avoiding me. Not that I blame them, I was dead, and Terry went off in a big hurry. Maybe they think I smell of embalming fluid, or something.

The flat is so empty and quiet without Terry around. No tinkery noises in the background, no snoring over his coffee. It really is pitiful around here.

I tried owling him, but go no reply

Sitting in the darkness at the archive, reading the Daily Prophet, Mandy fingered the charmed pendant around her neck.

Oh, my love. What have I done to you?

I've made a pact with the Devil himself. We have to end this, and soon.

It may be too late for Terry and I.

Heh. I got her with that one :) It's all bluster. Merlin knows Terry and I havn't snogged in months, let alone doing anything that would rattle dust onto Zabbies perfectly coifed head. S'how I know it couldn't be Terry's. Before I died, maybe (Ok, that sounded weird.) but now if you asked him if I loved him, I don't know what he'd say.

HE was at ( Read more... )

Yes, she's a creep, but wow she always had a flair for the gossip. Me, I'm betting it belonged to Mr. Quidditch himself, and he spooked. Maybe the vision of the legions of dissapointed groupies scared him off.

The party was wonderful, although I hung on Terry most of the evening. It was easier than answering the "Weren't you dead?" question half a dozen times. I think I got more than a little drunk, I just can't hold my firewhiskey like I used to :)

I'm not sleeping well at all, and who can blame me. I can't stand to not have Terry next to me, but every time he wants to snog, I flinch. It's not that I don't *want* him to touch me...Merlin knows it's been *forever*, and I could certainly use some Terry lovin' (*ahem!*), but when I close my eyes, it's not Terry I see. And until I exorcise the ( Read more... )

Something become clear to me, as I sit here being babysat by the bookwyrms ( Read more... )

Sensation returned slowly, gradualy, as the light grew brighter. First she could feel the brush of cloth against her skin, warm air across her face. Then the feel of smooth wood in her hand, the soft sound of chimes. "My wand!" Someone near by started to snore.

Mandy opened her eyes.