Augury

Who: Michael Corner, Ernie Macmillan, Anthony Goldstein, Megan Jones, Hannah Abbott and Open (Padma, Luna, DA?) NPC's Owen Cauldwell and Eleanor Branstone.
What: The DA ferries away yet another set of targeted students.
When: Just after Dinnertime; December 15th, 1997.
Where: Room of Requirement.
Status: Complete.

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The signal was made shortly after lunchtime, and Michael noticed during one of his brief trips to the 'bathroom'. The old and entirely forgettable cauldron was turned over onto its top on its pedestal, below it the name of the person it was dedicated to- "Grimfoss the Brewer." Michael actually bothered to look up the name- he invented a new form of heat-controlling cauldron back in the 16th century, and was Head Boy. Other than that, he seemed unremarkable. But even in death, his small and forgotten monument was doing good again.

( Dearest GrimfossCollapse )

Who: Ron and Hermione
What: Quality time
Where: Where they're hiding
When: December 15th, early-ish morning
Status: Incomplete

Hermione supposed the hardest thing in this world for her to say was 'I'm afraid'. She could only assume that is why she had gone along with their upcoming plan, why she had done her best to make sure that it was as foolproof as something so irresponsible could possibly be. It seemed easier to march the lot of them off to what was becoming increasingly certain death than it was for her to stop and admit that she was utterly terrified.

She had gone so far as to prepare a list for herself. One that encompassed all the things she wanted to have done in case the worst happened. She felt slightly guilty for how few of these things involved books or learning; most of them were far more simple. Spend a night looking for her favourite constellations had been one of them. Todays was rising early to watch the sun rise.

It was overly romantic and cliched, and as she sat outside their tent to watch the colours in the sky change, it also seemed strangely uninteresting. Still, and this was the most important thing to Hermione, she could at the very least say that she had done it now. She could cross if off her list, one of very few things on a very long list, and hope that she would have time for the rest of them.

( An owl to Niamh VaiseyCollapse )

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( Official owl to Alecto CarrowCollapse )

( A Note to Ernie Macmillan, late at night.Collapse )