I know some of the children think I am overreacting, putting the family clock in the attic.  For all they complained about my keeping such a close eye on them when they were younger, they’ve developed an attachment to it.  But none of them are parents yet.  They don’t understand how painful it is to see that one hand forever stopped at “mortal ( Read more... )

“What the hell is Dumbledore thinking?” Edgar asked his friend as they left the first meeting.  “Alice and Frank I can understand.  They have training, at least.  But the Prewett twins, and Potter and his friends, making jokes the whole time: do they understand what they’re getting into?”
“They’ll figure it out,” Moody grunted.

Edgar shook ( Read more... )