parsellemouthe

parsellemouthe @ 2008-02-14T22:40:00

2008-02-15T04:35:42Z

WHO: Septy and Ceddy.
WHEN: VALENTINE'S DAY.
WHAT: A trip to St. Mungo's!

He knew it, he just knew it! Cedrella was sick before, and hadn't done anything on the matter, and of course she was sick again! And Septimus had told her, he had said for her to go and get looked at by a healer. But did she? Of course she didn't. And now, Septimus was on his way over, leaving the broom behind entirely and deciding to Apparate instead. It was quicker and Cedrella didn't like riding on the broom, anyway.

After telling Cedrella to be ready, or as ready as she could be, Septimus slipped on his cloak and grabbed a handful of knuts and sickles, just in case. Sliding his wand into his concealed pocket, he slid out the door and with a CRACK, he'd gone. The plan was to sneak into the house, and by any means necessary, get Cedrella out. How well it would go was yet to be seen.

parsellemouthe @ 2008-02-14T22:08:00

2008-02-15T03:11:28Z

Ms Black,

May you have a wonderful Valentine's Day.

Yours,
Nolan Lysander Avery

Included with the letters are these roses.

parsellemouthe @ 2008-02-14T15:12:00

2008-02-14T20:17:46Z

Dear [Appropriate Nickname,]

Happy St. Valentine's Day! I hope these make your day a little bit brighter, even though I'm very sure it's bright to begin with because of all the valentines you're getting!

Love,
Pippa

[Enclosed is a tin with five or six of these cookies.]

parsellemouthe @ 2008-02-14T02:45:00

2008-02-14T10:48:17Z

parsellemouthe @ 2008-02-14T02:20:00

2008-02-14T07:25:04Z

S-
I need to go to St. Mungo's and sit with a Healer. Will you take me? You know I wouldn't go unless I had to, and I wouldn't ask unless it was important.
-C

parsellemouthe @ 2008-02-05T20:56:00

2008-02-06T02:02:26Z

Who: Callidora and Harfang
Where: The foot of the staircase, Great Hall, Hogwarts
When: Monday evening, seven-thirty.
What: Rounds!
Why: Sara wants to have some sort of vague, business-like relationship established- since they HAVE been in school together for SEVEN YEARS- before the shit hits the fan with Cedrella and Dora finds herself affianced to a Longbottom.

At seven twenty-five on the dot, Callidora Black appeared at the foot of the staircase. Evening it might have been, but her blouse and skirt were perfectly pressed and no hair on her head was askew; neither did she sit on a step to await her partner, or even lean. Her posture was ramrod-perfect. The Head Girl would keep up appearances no matter what, thank you very much.

Not that she relished the idea of doing rounds with the Longbottom boy. She didn't mind his company, certainly, but he was far from a friend, barely even a peer, really, and that only because his family had managed to retain its purity minus any wealth or dignity. And she'd been planning to spend the evening quietly, finish up some assignments, that sort of thing. But a Head Girl had to do what a Head Girl had to do. She glanced at the clock- not impatient, of course, that wasn't becoming, but not terribly pleased to stand here waiting either.

parsellemouthe @ 2008-01-31T23:09:00

2008-02-01T04:10:00Z

First Thread!

2008-01-18T04:27:07Z

WHO. Augusta Avery and Geoffrey Longbottom.
WHAT. Searching for a lost, horrifically ugly brooch.
WHEN. Sunday evening, Jan. 17th.
WHERE. Gryffindor Tower. (shh!!)

Essentially, Augusta was irritated. Her brooch had gone missing, just like that. Not even a month with it in her possession, and she managed to lose it. Just like that. After a half and hour of blind panic, rushing about, throwing things aside and making even more of a mess than what she started with, Augusta decided to Be Rational. And then after a moment of rational thought she began to tear more of her room apart in a desperate attempt to find her brooch. When she felt it wasn't in her room (to the best of her knowledge and that's all she could have hoped for anyway), she left the dormitory and went to walk it out about downstairs in the common room.

Of course, in both places, Accio hadn't worked. Or, it had, and it had simply failed. Augusta hated that, hated Charms. Why wouldn't it work for her? Why couldn't she get it right? Instead of having to slump about, pushing things aside and looking on all her clothing and handbags and other assorted things she didn't actually need. Presumably, when she left, either a house-elf had cleaned, or one of her dorm mates had cast a reparo or something to that effect, because when she walked in, the room was once again as neat as it had been before she began her rampage.

As soon as she was about to despair, though, help came in the form of her dear friend Geoffrey, offering to help her find her lost and treasured brooch. He had liked it when he first saw it, and he was seemingly the only person in the entire school who shared her sentiments on the piece.

So now he had to help.

Saying that she would meet him at the entrance of the Gryffindor Common room, Augusta stood and leaned against the wall patiently. This had to go as sneakily as possible, else let a prefect or anyone else discover that an outside was in their common room. ...Maybe even their dorms. But only if the search went there. Only if that. And nothing else.