*stumbles out of the floo, exhausted*

( Empty-handed again )

*comes through floo to find house elves have already prepared the evening meal*

Good. Last year, Lupin's birthday was a disaster. Black had left him the day before - I understand now because of me.

We will make a better memory tonight.

*lights candles on table and waits calmly for Lupin to arrive*

*through gritted teeth* That will be all, Jenkins. Wash up and remember next time to actually alert someone when one of your friends is practicing dangerous magic off school grounds!

You- *points wand at Sean Zaridote, who had been wiping his hands* -will not be moving until every last flobberworm is dissected to my satisfaction, as you will every ( Read more... )

*forces himself to wake from dreams laced with blood and green light, lies blinking in the unfamiliar darkness a while*

Cannot afford nightmares now, not where He is close enough to sense them. *dozes, exhausted, but unwilling to return to sleep, thoughts turning over the past few days* I offered to kill Pettigrew, and the larger part of me meant ( Read more... )

*spots a luridly pink bird swooping in and dropping a small package at the Hufflepuff table*

*narrows eyes at student over cup of coffee* Only the enterprising Weasley twins would have their packages delivered by such a garish creature. Very well, Mr. Harris, one Nosebleed Nougat, one Headless Hat in my sight and you will have a very long weekend ( Read more... )

( the dim awareness of skin.... )

*tosses and turns, unusually restless, drifting in and out of consciousness*

( the sleep of reason produces monsters )

*glares as the last student hurries from the room, then slumps, gathering materials and heading to dungeons*

( Twice as much day as night )

*looks at his new green journal sitting on a concealed shelf* I know my own mind, Lupin.

*bypasses green journal, taking down a plain brown one instead*

I should not be writing any of this down, but sometimes - a pensieve is not good enough. Not tangible enough.

*lifts heavy wards and casts a coded revealing charm over the journal*

( Writing.... )

*finishes whiskey, rinses out mug, moves restlessly about the rooms*

( Thoughts on a day best forgotten )