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Happy birthday Ron! I hope you're having a good day.
Locked to Ron
I've had my aunt send me some kulfi for you. Don't eat it all at o--oh sod it, its your birthday.
Many happy returns!
Padma
Private.
Caerleon is a beautiful place, but across the river Usk, the land seemed colder and greyer, and for good reason. The building I suppose would seem like a shack or a shed to a Muggle - barely worth the attention. Inside it is a lot larger. Dust was everywhere... but someone had been there recently, judging by the footprints, and the very air had that oddly tantalising, repulsive taste of dark magic. I can honestly say it gave me the creeps although the tension preceding our arrival there was harder to bear.
For a start, Valerius did not come. I can't deny that I felt a little aggrieved at having been volunteered and then having no good reason to back out. Not that I wanted to, before we left. And if I had backed out I think Luna would have felt worse than she clearly did. I was surprised; I didn't exactly expect to have to avert my eyes, but I was concerned about how little Remus seemed to acknowledge Luna's presence. Perhaps there were furtive looks, but if there were, I missed them entirely. I don't claim superhuman powers of perception so I shall reserve judgment. They just didn't seem to be...together. Val and I are hardly draped all over one another (in public) but I know people can see we love one another.
I realise that both Remus and Luna must be feeling uncomfortable after the rather sudden denouement of their relationship...but since there were no students in sight I hardly see the need to walk as far apart from one another as they did.
Severus did not help to create a relaxed atmosphere, to put it mildly. He really can be a pain in the backside.
And so it was in rather stony silence we all crossed the bridge. It seemed rather unreal; we could have been walking towards an attack and everyone knew it. But there was no sense of silent camaraderie.
And there was no attack, thankfully, either. Just those dusty footprints and the oppressive presence of Darkness that only made the silence more deafening.
Locked to Ron
I've had my aunt send me some kulfi for you. Don't eat it all at o--oh sod it, its your birthday.
Many happy returns!
Padma
Private.
Caerleon is a beautiful place, but across the river Usk, the land seemed colder and greyer, and for good reason. The building I suppose would seem like a shack or a shed to a Muggle - barely worth the attention. Inside it is a lot larger. Dust was everywhere... but someone had been there recently, judging by the footprints, and the very air had that oddly tantalising, repulsive taste of dark magic. I can honestly say it gave me the creeps although the tension preceding our arrival there was harder to bear.
For a start, Valerius did not come. I can't deny that I felt a little aggrieved at having been volunteered and then having no good reason to back out. Not that I wanted to, before we left. And if I had backed out I think Luna would have felt worse than she clearly did. I was surprised; I didn't exactly expect to have to avert my eyes, but I was concerned about how little Remus seemed to acknowledge Luna's presence. Perhaps there were furtive looks, but if there were, I missed them entirely. I don't claim superhuman powers of perception so I shall reserve judgment. They just didn't seem to be...together. Val and I are hardly draped all over one another (in public) but I know people can see we love one another.
I realise that both Remus and Luna must be feeling uncomfortable after the rather sudden denouement of their relationship...but since there were no students in sight I hardly see the need to walk as far apart from one another as they did.
Severus did not help to create a relaxed atmosphere, to put it mildly. He really can be a pain in the backside.
And so it was in rather stony silence we all crossed the bridge. It seemed rather unreal; we could have been walking towards an attack and everyone knew it. But there was no sense of silent camaraderie.
And there was no attack, thankfully, either. Just those dusty footprints and the oppressive presence of Darkness that only made the silence more deafening.