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Confrontations- Malfoy Manor [03 Feb 2004|11:13am] mrsluciusmalfoy [ mood | sick ] “Mistress Malfoy…. Mistress Malfoy, you is having a visitor, Mistress Malfoy.” The obsequious squeak of a house elf roused Narcissa from slumber. She released her dream only reluctantly. It had been so warm there…so comfortable…. ( “Missus Malfoy- it’s your sister.”  ) 3 comments|post comment

Owl to Narcissa [03 Feb 2004|01:29am] andromedatonks [ mood | concerned ] ( Owl to Narcissa ) 1 comment|post comment

[03 Feb 2004|12:55am] raven_in_flight [ mood | hopeful ] [ music | "Bittersweet Symphony" by the Verve Pipe ] Professor McGonagall made her way to the hospital wing shortly after dinner. She had gotten a message from Madame Pomfrey that the Head Girl had been admitted to the hospital wing a few hours before, due to an altercation involving Harry Potter and Mrs. Narcissa Black-Malfoy. McGonagall would have gone sooner, if Poppy had not assured her that Miss Chang's injuries were not at all serious, and that Miss Chang could return to her dormitory that evening. Once inside the infirmary, McGonagall looked for Cho. She was easily found, textbooks and parchments spread out around her legs and feet on the bed before her. "Miss Chang," she greeted quietly, so as not to startle the girl. Cho looked up, quickly setting down the Advanced Potions text that she'd been perusing for an essay, and gave the professor a slight smile. "Good day, Professor," she returned respectfully, "How are you?" ( A Discussion ) post comment

[02 Feb 2004|09:47pm] celestial_lotus [ mood | aggravated ] The Prefects split into groups of two at the beginning of rounds that evening. Cho Chang, still in the hospital wing, was absent, and Lawrence Avery took quick advantage of this opportunity. Latching himself onto Padma Patil with an ingratiating grin, he remarked, "I suppose we can go together tonight, luv." Automatically, Padma took a look round quickly at the others and sighed when she saw that they'd already paired off and Summers had wandered off by his lonesome. "Yeah, sure." "So," Avery started conversationally, still grinning at her, "how is the lovely, magnificent and otherwise excellent Miss Patil doing tonight?" ( Padma sped up a little... ) post comment

[02 Feb 2004|01:34pm] slyth_blaise [ mood | annoyed ] Having sent out the latest batch of business papers on an international owl to Belgium, Cassius Warrington was making his way out of the Hogsmeade post office when he heard some strange sounds coming from the alley in the back. Frowning a bit, he stepped behind the building to investigate. It was a couple snogging, the girl's blonde hair visible, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the boy's robes as he slipped his hands up his blouse. Cassius rolled his eyes... hormonal teenagers. He was just about to go on his way when the girl moaned, "Oohh, B-Blaise..." His eyes widening for a moment, then narrowing into angry slits, Cassius cleared his throat. ( An angry confrontation ) post comment

[01 Feb 2004|10:17pm] slythprincess Pansy found herself prowling the castle corridors that Sunday evening. She had much to contemplate: her visit to Hogsmeade with Millicent, Blaise's complete lack of consideration for the girl he was betrothed to in sending a gift so openly to his little tart friend, her own personal issues. The dorm was entirely too loud, and the common room was entirely too crowded. She'd thought to grab her school robe and Prefect pin; this way she would not be disturbed in her travels about the school. "Hey, Pans," Draco called out lazily from a few yards away, his cheeks still slightly red and hair completely tousled from the flying he'd been doing just a little while before. "Still not talking to me?" ( Pansy's steps slowed until she'd come to a stop... ) post comment

[01 Feb 2004|10:19pm] m__bulstrode [ mood | happy ] "Hey Pans, have you seen Millie?" Blaise said, stopping by the couch where she sat, book propped open. "I have," Pansy said, staring up at him, a smirk on her face. "She was in Hogsmeade, having lunch with Cassius Warrington." "What?" Blaise said, his eyes narrowing. "What the bloody hell was she doing with him?" "Well, he's a man that appreciates intelligence and emotional stability in a woman, two qualities that Millie has in abundance. So, all in all, I'd say she could do a lot worse than have lunch with the likes of him," Pansy replied, a malicious glint in her eye. "And where were you? Off buying Daphne some more clothing?" Blaise grimaced and stormed out of the common room in search of Millicent, determined to get an explanation. ( Confrontations ) post comment

[01 Feb 2004|08:39pm] fabulous_mari [ mood | devious ] "Urgh," came a slight groan from one of the beds in the hospital wing, as the occupant gingerly sat up, opening her eyes. "I feel like I've been used for Bludger practice," Cho muttered to herself. Marietta smirked. "Not so much. More like for Harry Potter's telepathy practice." She pursed her lips. "Which is weird. He pretty much knocked you out there." Cho sighed heavily, rubbing her temples. "I was just walking down the hallway and I see him having this heated conversation with this pregnant woman. It looked rather bad, and she said something about him hurting someone she cared about, and I was going up there to see if I could stop things before they got too ugly. It wasn't as though they had their wands out or anything." She gave Marietta a wry grin, "So, how're you?" ( I'm great, of course . . . ) post comment

[01 Feb 2004|08:59pm] lionhearted [ mood | contemplative ] Marietta sat outside on her favorite bench, which held many a mark in the wood from where she had extinguished countless cigarettes. The breeze was blowing slightly, tossing her un-straightened hair out behind her. Neville was walking across the grounds, lost in thought. Not paying the least bit of attention to where he was going, he soon tripped over a small hole in the ground. The papers that had been in his hand flew in all sorts of directions, and as he hurried about to collect them, he furiously hoped no one had seen that. Marietta, of course, had, and snorted as his papers scattered. However, she felt oddly obliged to help him, and stood up, gathering a few sheets that had blown over towards her, and picking up more papers as she neared Neville. "Good job." She handed him the stack she had collected and smirked. He jumped at the sound of her voice, and nearly dropped the papers again. Of all the people. Blushing, he took the stack from her. "Er... yeah. Thanks for the help," he added. ( You're so... ) post comment

[01 Feb 2004|06:49pm] divine_gypsy [ mood | anxious ] It was nighttime in the Gryffindor Common Room, and Harry Potter was sitting quite alone. His face was solemn, a mix of worry and frustration, and he barely looked up when the portrait creaked open to admit another of his housemates. Lavender stepped inside, slinging her cloak off of her shoulders. Noticing Harry on the couch, she smiled and went over to sit next to him. "Hi," she said, "What's the matter with you?" "Oh... you haven't heard?" he asked, a bit ironically, looking at the girl. "Heard what? I've been in Hogsmeade all day," Lavender said, sitting back against the couch. ( Read more... ) post comment

a cafe chat between friends [01 Feb 2004|06:33pm] divine_gypsy [ mood | calm ] Who would have thought a simple trip to Hogsmeade would be so *tiring*? Mind you, Padma thought to herself, she had been up late the previous night doing the rounds and it was a rather long walk down to the village. Still, she had gotten the stuff she'd been after. Ah, there it was. Seating and caffiene, just what she was after. And there was seating, granted it was outside but it would do. Sighing as she sat down, she took a quick glance round to see who else was there... Lavender glanced round the small cafe, her steaming cup of cocoa warm in her hand. It was nice to be alone, finally. Her eyes slid over the small, dark haired girl before recognition dawned. Padma. She smiled and nodded hello. ( catching up ) post comment

Letter to Lucius [01 Feb 2004|08:19pm] mrsluciusmalfoy [ mood | rejected ] ( Letter to Lucius Malfoy ) 4 comments|post comment

[01 Feb 2004|11:44pm] the_gmg ( Owl to Narcissa Malfoy ) post comment

[01 Feb 2004|05:17pm] the_bwl [ mood | crazy ] [ music | "It's Been Awhile" by Staind ] Narcissa Malfoy reached the bottom step of the spiral staircase the led down from Professor Dumbledore's office and paused to catch her breath and compose her features. The fool of a headmaster! Lucius was right- the standards at this school were definitely slipping. How dare he imply that she had "motives" for participating in the memorial- even if he was absolutely correct. Not for the first time, she was regretting her plea to keep Draco from being sent to Durmstrang. Harry Potter, on his way to dinner, was approaching the grand staircase when he stopped short, his eyes widening slightly as an icy blonde woman finished stepping down. She looked vaguely familiar, and for a moment, he tried to place her... before he remembered where he saw her. The Quidditch World Cup: the snooty woman on Lucius Malfoy's arm. This must be Draco's mother, Narcissa. Narrowing his eyes, he continued on his way. Narcissa shook out her skirts, smoothing them over her pregnant belly so that, aside from her shape, she appeared the very epitome of the powerful and respected woman that she was...or had been, before that wretched Potter and his band of do-gooders had intervened. Her crystal blue eyes narrowed as they focused on a student moving toward her, and she barely stifled a gasp. It was him. Almost as if she had conjured him with her thoughts, Narcissa saw the very object of her disdain- Mr. Harry Potter- scurrying down the hall. Her nostrils flared angrily,but she quickly reigned her anger in. That certainly wasn't the proper approach. With practiced ease, she let her features slide into a look of angelic innocence, then she glided forward, her long, graceful stride overtaking his own. "Why, Mr. Potter..." She said in a tone meant to imply surprise, "Is that really you?" So much for wishing to avoid the woman. His jaw clenched, remembering what Dumbledore had told him about the 'other master' that Kreacher had been serving. "Mrs. Malfoy," his voice was somewhat chilly, and he gave her a curt nod. Her expression flickered unreadably, and then the perfect lips spread into a broad yet bittersweet smile, "I didn't believe that we'd met." She said, extending a satin-golved hand. ( An altercation ) post comment

[01 Feb 2004|05:30pm] slytherinking Draco walked into his room, throwing his broom and cloak on the bed as he paced over to his desk. A few hours of flying time had helped him clear his mind, and he had come to a decision. Whatever political machinations were going on, whatever his own personal ambitions were, his mother needed help, and she wouldn't allow Draco to do it. Thus, he needed to swallow pride and plotting both and appeal directly to the man who had once been able to fix anything. ( Owl ) Carefully tucking the parchment inside an envelope, then another envelope addressed to Mr. David Mason, he set off for the owlery to mail it off. 1 comment|post comment

[01 Feb 2004|03:26pm] swarthy_git [ mood | mellow ] [ music | "Spin" by Lifehouse ] Millicent left the sugary sweetness of Honeydukes Sweetshop, a small package in hand. Wes would love the pepper imps and chocolate frogs she had picked up for him. She started to cross the street, the lure of a new quidditch display too much to ignore, when she caught sight of a familiar figure ambling down the street. "Cassius?" She changed direction and headed toward him, a smirk on her face. "I hardly recognized you without the adoring legion of simpering girls at your heel." The young man stopped in his tracks, and a rare smile curved across his lips. "Why, if it isn't Millicent Bulstrode," he walked up to her with a slight mock-bow, "And what brings you to this humble neighborhood today?" ( Read more... ) post comment

owl post [01 Feb 2004|01:01pm] slyth_blaise [ mood | complacent ] Owl for Miss Daphne Greengrass, Great Hall, Breakfast ( Read more... ) post comment

[01 Feb 2004|01:22pm] raven_in_flight [ mood | grateful ] [ music | "Lullaby" by Shawn Mullins ] ( Owl to Roger Davies ) post comment

September 26th, 1996 [01 Feb 2004|12:43pm] k_is_for_katie [ mood | excited ] [ music | Third Eye Blind - "Jumper" ] (OOC: Happened this past Monday... So sorry for the delay.) Well, it had finally arrived. The big First Day. Katie made her way up to her newly-designated cubicle on the fourth floor of the office for Spellbound magazine, sending a cheerful 'hello' to just about everyone she passed. Some returned her greeting, while some just looked at her like she was a bit mad for being so perky so early in the morning. Although she was dead nervous about actually starting her new job, she didn't let it show and acted like she had been working at the magazine for years. The morning passed by rather quickly in her view, as she worked upon straightening out her space and making sure she knew where everything essential was. Just before lunch break, she could be found seated at her desk sorting through a mound of paper that had managed to accumulate. Meanwhile, Elizabeth had been having a typical day. She arrived a little after eleven, not because she was off on assignment or was at home doing something productive, but rather, the Editor-in-Chief had been out to about two thirty in the morning and slept in. She had been conducting a rather important interview with Anadeen Kerr, an American politician who had some strong words to say about Fudge and the impending war and was rather excited to do her write up later that evening, when she really was ready to. Clad in a black skirt and top under a set of stylish tweed robes, Elizabeth, carrying coffee, wandered the Spellbound building, feeling her usual pride and sense of accomplishment. She checked in with various managers and those she knew, and took a peek at those she knew had something due soon. And as she stepped onto the lift, still sipping her coffee and pushing a strand of her brown hair behind her ear, a slightly vague memory of meeting a young, bright faced blond girl not too long ago came to the front of her mind. ( Read more... ) post comment

Saturday in Hogsmeade [31 Jan 2004|11:27pm] slythprincess [ mood | calm ] Pansy dropped a pile of parchments, her proceeds from the morning mail delivery, into her trunk to be read later. Straightening up and brushing her hands off, she gave Millicent a smile. "Ready for Hogsmeade?" ( Millicent heaved a sigh... ) post comment

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