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Feb. 23rd, 2008

Hogwarts

augury_modding

All's Well

As of today, 23 February 2008, Augury RPG is closed.

Thank you all so much. It's been an incredible 16 months.

Feb. 21st, 2008

brooding, thoughtful

seeingdarkness

What's With the Kid?

Who: Sturgis Podmore, Theodore Nott
What: Discuss Punishment
Where: Muggle Studdies Classroom
When: After Classes, December 17, 1997
Status: Incomplete


Theodore waited until Anthony had filed out after the younger students before approaching Sturgis. His eyes flickered towards the boy sitting in the back of the room with a doomed expression on his face, not that Theo blamed him; being asked to stay behind never boded well.

"What's the kid doing here?" he asked softly, a small frown on his face.
Smirk

augury_megan

(no subject)

Who: Megan and Ernie
What: Who says we can't still be friends?
Where: Hufflepuff Common Room
When: Afternoon, After Classes, December 17, 1997
Status: Incomplete


The civility of Megan's exchange with Ernie during DADA class on Monday finally led the girl to believe that the two of them might be able to be friends again. She had given him his space for over a month at this point and considering the shortness of their relationship, she had assumed that would be enough. It wasn't that Megan wasn't upset about their breakup. It was simply that her way of dealing with it had been significantly different than Ernie's way of coping. That and perhaps the fact that her feelings were more about guilt and less about a broken heart. That is often the way with the person who does the breaking.

However, this is not to say that was completely apathetic to the news that Linus had been encouraging Ernie to move on. Where part of Megan was pleased with the idea that perhaps his wounds were healing, there was something else that smarted just a little more than she wanted to admit.

She put that aside, however, when she returned from class on Wednesday afternoon. The side of her mouth curved up just slightly at the sight of Ernie sitting on the couch, studying a textbook on his lap while distractedly eating something from a bag nestled by his side. Sneaking up on him, Megan perched herself on the edge of the sofa.

"Oi, Ernie. Don't you know there are starving wizards in Africa?" She asked, cheekily.
Daily Prophet

augury_npc

The Daily Prophet, 17 Dember 1997

The Daily Prophet
Wednesday, 17 December 1997


More to come...
looking down

augury_corner

Friendly Chats

Who: Michael Corner & (Luna Lovegood and/or Padma Patil?)
What: (So far, chatting. We'll see where it goes.)
When: Well after curfew; Tuesday November 16th, 1997.
Where: Ravenclaw Common Room.
Status: Open



The Second Theory of Quintessential TransfigurationCollapse )

Feb. 19th, 2008

augury_dmalfoy

(no subject)

Who: Draco and the Dark Lord
What: a meeting, and a new assignment.
Where: Dark Lord headquarters.
When: Tuesday, November 16th. Evening.
Status: complete.

In terms of school, the Dark Lord really could not have picked a worse night to summon Draco. Not that he cared; he left the stack of books and parchment with relish when his arm started to burn, glad to have something else to think about. He'd put so much of his energy into schoolwork lately that he was getting restless, but it would be worth it when his marks came back.

In the quiet of the dormitory, he prepared for the meeting, concealing his mask beneath his cloak. He could feel it there as he slipped through the hallways, avoiding contact with anyone that might wonder what he was doing, not that they could do anything about it.

It was a relief to be out of the castle. He'd been inside for too long because of the snow, but even that felt good to him now, the crisp air clearing his lungs and his head as snowflakes brushed his cloak. It was spelled for warmth and against water, but it wasn't long before Draco felt the bite of the chill air on his face, and his spirits had sunk back down again by the time he reached the edge of the Hogwarts grounds, where he could Apparate away. He put on his mask, turned on the spot, and disappeared.

Moments later, he was standing in front of the Dark Lord. Here it was warmer, which renewed Draco's energy a great deal, and he felt mostly composed and ready for whatever was to happen. It was odd, how going back to a place he hated even more than here could put these meetings in perspective.

"My Lord," he said, inclining his head. "You summoned me?"

Feb. 18th, 2008

normal

augury_harry

Right In The Thick Of It... part II (BACKDATED)

Who: The Trio (no longer in disguise)
What: Going beyond the veil
When: Monday, 15 December 1997 (backdated)
Where: The Ministry of Magic (immediately after this thread )
Status: incomplete

The veil fluttered ominously in the center of the room.

No.

That was stupid. The veil didn't do anything ominously. It just hung there, looking for all the world like a shoddy, torn curtain that someone should have tossed in the rubbish bin a long time ago.

Still, a nauseous, sick feeling twisted around in Harry's stomach. He made his way down the stairway, each footstep punctuated with an image: Sirius. Sirius falling through the veil. Lupin grabbing Harry, pulling him away. Bellatrix and her stupid, hideous, mocking laughter.

No! No time for that. He pushed the images aside, tried to focus.

Feb. 16th, 2008

looking down

augury_corner

Seeking out a little affirmation

Who: Michael Corner and Ernie Macmillan.
What: Michael just wants to talk, but Ernie's got alot on his mind.'
When: After dinner; Tuesday, November 16th, 1997.
Where: Hogwarts Grounds, the forest-side of the Bridge.
Status: Complete.



Despite the wretchedness of the politics going on inside of the castle, Michael immediately saw a degree of perspective once he stepped outside of it. The snow falling was heavy, but not blindly. The clumps of frozen water looked to Michael like giants must have been having an enormous pillow fight and all the down and fluff was now falling from the sky.

It was amazingly, creepily serene outside. Michael could hear the pounding of his own heart and the sound of wind whistling through the trees. It was so soft, he could actually hear the snow impacting and compacting upon surfaces. It was no wonder that winter was his favorite season next to autumn, and no amount of death, torture or political intrigue could take that from him.

He isn't alone though.Collapse )
soul

augury_megan

(no subject)

Who: Megan Jones and Linus Vaisey  
What: The Second Test
Where: Great Hall
When: Just as dinner is finishing, December 16, 1997
Status: Beginning

Megan had eaten her own dinner rather quickly. Her mind was teeming with ideas and time was limited if she was going to attempt them this evening. The note that she had found in her pocket earlier that afternoon had not gone completely ignored. The idea had come to her while she was sitting in the library, several tables away from Sophie Rivers - a Sixth Year Slytherin. The whole plan was inspired somewhat by Michael's actions the previous day in DADA class. A simple fainting hex (enough to get the girl sent to the hospital ward) and a stolen hair later, and Megan was on her way to her second test.



Feb. 15th, 2008

augury_gold

(no subject)

Who: Anthony, Michael and Hannah
What: Things didn't go exactly as planned
Where: Great Hall
When: Breakfast, December 16, 1997
Status: Incomplete


The first thing Anthony thought about when he read the news this morning was his sister Sarah. Just when things were getting better at home since Rachel had been released from her three week sentence at the local detaining center, now this happened. His older sister Sarah, who was planning on marrying her Muggleborn fiance Eli in April, would be devestated to learn that marriage would not be legal. But then again, at this point, Sarah was probably more worried that Eli would be arrested - or worse - that she might not be that concerned about their ruined nuptials. Just the same, Anthony had every intention of writing home today, to check in with everyone.

Closing the paper and pushing it aside, Anthony dipped a knife into a jar of butter and spread it onto a piece of warm cinnamon toast.  He took a bite, just as his best mate Michael took a seat down beside him.

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