One of the better-behaved Thorne owls will arrive, early morning, and wait patiently without tapping outside Minerva's window until it is opened.
Inside the small pouch is a tiny vial, neatly labelled; a headache potion.
There's no note, but the handwriting is sure to be familiar.

Locked to the Order of the Phoenix.
Muggle Press Report.There have been reports of the disappearance of a small hamlet in west Wiltshire named Bottlesford. The usual variations apply - most publications report that powerful lightning strikes were responsible for the total decimation of the area, one claims that it symbolises the beginning of ( Read more... )

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... )

My guess is that you'd like to be somewhere else, far far away right now.
If you're not in the greenhouses - and something tells me that you might be - I shall come and find you and we can go somewhere, just the two of us.
I'll bring cake?

Padma

Private.Valentine's day is approaching, and this time of year always makes me want to observe couples; not in a voyeuristic way, but, I suppose, just to try to understand a little more about this strange custom, that of sending a (usually anonymous) token of affection on one particular date on the calendar ( Read more... )

Private.I had a lovely letter from Toyah last week, and a few days later another from Aunt Vaishali and Pari. It's clear that they're worried about Val and I, and that my aunt is a little worried about Toyah. Pari sent a huge box of sweets which are apparently "all mine" as she's posted a similar ton of confection to Parvati. Toyah's letter, ( Read more... )

Private.It is important to make an appearance; a political move which Valerius would understand. Last night I went to the Hogmanay Supper, smiled at the well-wishers, pretended to eat haggis (and I wasn't the only one!), and politely refused all offers to dance ( Read more... )

You look so young.

You lie there, a boyish look on that pale face. Your hair tidier than I have ever seen it.
I want to muss it...
And I think you've earned this peace, even if it has been a long time in coming.

Namaste, caro.
Goodnight.

Wake up. You're sleeping far too deeply.

Don't you dare die, Valerius Visconti.
Don't you dare.

Sever us wants to use ledge ill immense sea on val and I am afraid ( Read more... )