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Meeting in Edinburgh
Author: Marzipan
Date: 06-08-15 13:06
"Clean your stations as best you can," Professor Ravenscroft instructed. She glanced down at the watch on her wrist and chewed on her lower lip. Although it would take her no time at all to reach her next destination, she felt an urgency to get there immediately even though her appointment wasn't until 3 PM sharp.
The first year Ravenclaw and Slytherin students laughed as they tried to catch the stray European jumping seeds that bounced all over the work table, the greenhouse floor, and anywhere else they landed. Bits and clumps of soil also lay here and there, thanks to the renegade seeds that had burst free of their pots during the students' attempts to sow them.
"Okay, that'll do!" Professor Ravenscroft called out, eager to get her students out the door and to hit the road herself. "Next week we'll discuss frankincense. See you Monday!"
The first years were soon out the door and into the spring sunshine. Marzi used her wand to do a quick and dirty clean-up of the remaining European jumping seeds, soil, and pots, and then headed out of the greenhouse herself. If she'd had more time, she would have stopped by her quarters first to change and make sure she didn't have dirt on her face, but all she could manage was to clean underneath her fingernails, which she accomplished during her hasty walk.
She made her way quickly to Hogsmeade and then disapparated for Edinburgh and a small office building sandwiched between a bookshop and a bank. To the untrained eye, the office building was no wider than its front door. The door was also unmarked and didn't seem to hold the attention of any passersby.
When Marzi entered the office, she did not find herself in a cramped, narrow room. Instead, it opened up into a small but not cramped foyer, with a corridor off to one side and several rooms behind the reception area. Marzi identified herself to the perky receptionist at the front desk and was then escorted to one of the rooms down the hall. It was a small conference room in which she already found her husband waiting, two smartly-dressed wizards, and Elfreda Fawley.
One of the smartly-dressed wizards was Elfreda's solicitor, Mr. Smirke. He clearly wanted a favorable outcome for his client and would use whatever resources necessary to see it happen. After all, the payout would be big if he succeeded. The other wizard, Mr. Harrington, worked for Marzi.
"Good," Mr. Harrington said, "now that we're all assembled, we can begin." He shuffled a few pieces of parchment around and said, "Mr. Smirke, as you no doubt realize, your client has no claim on Redberga Fawley's estate. Mrs. Fawley has living descendants, who are the identified heirs in her will."
"My client is not seeking to be Mrs. Fawley's heir," Mr. Smirke pointed out, tapping his index finger on a stack of parchments in front of him. "She has merely filed a wrongful death suit against your client. My client is seeking damages for emotional distress due to the loss of a respected family member."
"To the tune of my grandmother's fortune!" Weston exclaimed, shaking his head. "You're ridiculous," he said directly to Elfreda. "You're nothing more than a greedy gold digger!"
"Mr. Ravenscroft, please," said Mr. Harrington gently. He turned back to the other solicitor and said, "Your client may be a blood relation, but her relation is far removed and she was not in any contact with Mrs. Fawley. On what basis can she claim to be so aggrieved by Mrs. Fawley's natural death as to file suit against my client? There is no indication they knew each other well at all, nor is there proof they communicated regularly or recently."
"Far removed my client may be, but is it not true that your client's mother-in-law… Ms. Kitty Edgecombe… was estranged from her mother for years? Is it not true that your client's husband," here Mr. Smirke paused and eyed Weston pointedly, "did not know his grandmother until recently? How can my client's grief be taken so flippantly when Mrs. Fawley's descendants had no contact with her for years?"
"The family dynamics of Mrs. Fawley and her descendants has nothing to do with the suit as it stands. Your client is seeking damages against my client for something that took place beyond her control. There is no basis to your client's claim. None. If she were a close relative and substantially aggrieved, then only if a criminal investigation were involved, could this ever stand in court. You have no case here."
"It should be considered criminal!" Elfreda screeched, half-rising from her chair and pointing a finger at Marzi. "I think the only reason you lot got into contact with my dearest Redberga was to get back into her good graces, kill her, and inherit her fortune!"
Mr. Smirke put a hand on his client's arm and forced her to sit down again.
Weston looked ready to say something, but Marzi caught his eye and shook her head. Everyone in the room could tell the sort of person Elfreda was, even Mr. Smirke. Despite his opinion about his client, Mr. Smirke still believed he could win and would try out every possible angle until the opposition either settled or the case went to court.
Marzi had hopes that today's mediation would end favorably, so she could finally put the entire ordeal behind her, but things did not seem to be going well at the moment.
Face-to-Face
Author: Lucius Malfoy
Date: 06-08-15 19:53
"I see my party," Rudolphus informs the maître d' as he breezes past.
He walks briskly towards a table on the other side of the restaurant. Halfway there Rudolphus slows, stopping altogether. He takes a deep, calming breath. Considers turning around and leaving. Another deep breath and he's moving forward once more.
The table's sole occupant is bent over the menu. There's just enough traffic by the wait staff and other customers that Rudolphus's approach doesn't warrant close notice until he's pulling out a chair to sit.
"Do you know who I am?"
Initially startled and shocked at Rudolphus's unceremonious sitting down and asking the question, Eoghan Riordin doesn't bat an eyelash as he calmly replies, "Most of Wizarding Britain knows who you are."
Rudolphus acknowledges, "True enough." A pause then, "I know who you are."
"I've met your wife and, what would you call Fairchild, her boss?"
"I wouldn't know. I have not associated myself with that woman. That's neither here nor there, however, as what I mean is I know your name."
"Jimmy Stewart. What of it? Are you needing services?"
"No. I know your name. Eoghan Riordin."
The surprise in Eoghan's eyes is fleeting. "My name is Jimmy Stewart," he insists.
"You are Eoghan Riordin, son of Parlan and Keavy Riordin. Adopted son, I might add."
A waiter approaches but Eghan waves him off. "Give us a minute, please."
Attention fully on Rudolphus again he asks, "What do you want?"
"I simply wanted to meet you in person."
"And?"
"And nothing." Rudolphus rises. "Sometime you might ask your parents about your birth name."
Eoghan gives a confused shake of his head. "Birth name?"
"Hyperion." Rudolphus wants to reach out and put a hand on Eoghan's arm. His shoulder. Wants to announce to all in the restuarant, even if they are Muggles, that this man before him is his long lost son. Instead, he presses his lips together, quietly saying, "I'll see you again, Eoghan."
Eoghan doesn't follow though Rudolphus doesn't know if that's because the young man is that puzzled or if he doesn't want to risk raising the ire of a notorious wizard walking in the midst of a restaurant full of Muggles eating dinner.
Once outside, Rudolphus rapidly walks away in the direction of a spot from which to apparate, already looking forward to his next face-to-face with Eoghan. Before returning home, Rudolphus buys some little cakes and tarts, his excuse for being out should Bellatrix or anyone else ask.
Valerian Root
Author: Lawrence Masterson
Date: 06-09-15 17:09
Lost.
That was how he still felt with the fact that his quarters was so quiet - devoid of the gurgling, giggling, wailing, sobbing sounds that accompany having a child. His daughter was still missing. Both he and Ariella were miserable, and attempting to find things to occupy themselves, to distract themselves from the fact that there had been no leads, no new information about their daughter.
At the moment, he was finishing up the clean up from his seventh year NEWT class, in preparation for his fifth year Ravenclaw and Slytherin class that would soon be filtering in. It was his last class of the day, Thursday being one of his least busy days - which tended to be a bad thing as of late. He would be in his office for most of the rest of the afternoon, because he had tests to grade from earlier in the week, and he wanted to have them done by Friday, so that way he wouldn't have to worry about those. He was going to lunch with Maggie on Saturday, and was looking forward to that.
"Good morning," he said, offering a smile to his students as they filed in, taking their seats at the tables. "Andromeda please collect the assignments and put them in the bin on my desk. Evelyn if you would please hand these out, these are your OWL study guides. Most of the information you should already know. We will be spending the month of May going over the information in these as well as doing practice examinations to prepare you for your OWL in June."
There was a collective groan, and he knew that both of his fifth year classes and his seventh year class were beginning to feel the pressure knowing that their major examinations are barely over a month away.
Once notations were made about attendance, and the shuffling of papers had ceased, it was time to begin the lecture.
"We are going to continue our lecture on healing and medicinal plants. Who can tell me where we left off on Tuesday's class?"
A few hands went up, and he quickly called on Andrew Murray, "Yes Andrew..."
"We had been discussing essence of rue, dittany, and mistletoe berries and their healing properties."
"Very good, who can tell me what essence of rue is used for and what else we learned about it?"
Again, several hands went up, this time it was Kirby Fort's turn to answer.
"Essence of rue can be used to help one heal from poisons. Rue is also known as the Herb of Grace, and often seen as a protective herb."
"Very good. Today we are going to be discussing valerian root, sage, and mint. Who can tell me the scientific names of each of those three plants?"
About half a dozen hands went up, and he called upon Heather Rabnott.
"Mint is Mentha piperita, sage is Salvia officinalis, and valerian root is Valeriana officinalis."
"Very good, now someone give me one of the uses for valerian root that you should have found in your reading."
"Cierra.."
"It is often used for insomnia, as it has sedative properties to it."
"Very good," he gave a flick of his wand and the box that was on the long table to the left of his desk lifted and was set to the side revealing four different plants that all looked somewhat similar.
"Now, to test your identification skills. Who can tell me which of these four plants is valerian root?"
A couple of hands went up, and he called on Jade Green. "The third one is the valerian root."
He shook his head, "Nope, that is actually a flower that is commonly known as peach blossom. Who wants to try next?"
"Baron,"
"The first one is valerian root."
"Correct. The flowers are much more clustered and tiny flowers that are pink and white, and the leaves are lance shaped that get smaller as you move toward the top of the branches."
There were identifications done on both mint and sage, though those two were much easier for those that were called on. The last twenty minutes were devoted to tending the spring flower boxes that each student had planted upon returning to Hogwarts after the Christmas holiday.
Troll Conquers and Pixie Haters
Author: Karma Davyd
Date: 06-09-15 17:39
My final class of the day was Ravenclaw and Slytherin first years. "Please do not turn over the parchment that is sitting on your desk, I will let you know when it is time to turn it over."
There was a collective groan from the class, because they knew what that meant - pop quiz. As I'd not given one this month, chances are some of them had been expecting it, others were still caught off guard.
Once the final student was seated, and the clock read quarter past one, "Turn your parchments over. You will have ten minutes to complete the quiz, once you are done please place your quizzes face down in the bin on my desk and return to your seat and begin copying the notes from the board."
I flipped the timer over and tapped the blackboard behind me bringing forth the notes for today's lecture. Once the last quiz was resting on the pile, and everyone had quill and parchment ready, I began today's lecture.
"Who can tell me why Dymphna Furmage dislikes pixies?"
A few hands raised, "Etana."
"She was abducted by pixies while on vacation in Cornwall."
"Very good, and to be honest I cannot blame her for being afraid of them after being abducted by them. What year was she born?"
Again, more hands, "Patricia."
"Dymphna Furmage was born in sixteen twelve."
"Very good, and what year did she die?"
The question once more addressed to Patricia McCourt, "She died in sixteen ninety-eight at the age of eighty-six."
"Very good. Now, on to our next topic of discussion for today. What is the notable thing that Almerick Sawbridge did?"
Multiple hands went up, "Crew."
"He conquered the troll that was terrorizing those that were crossing the Wye River."
"Exactly. Where is the Wye River located?"
"Ingrid."
"The Wye River forms the border between Wales and England and flows into the Severn River."
"Correct! What year was Almerick Sawbridge born and what year did he die?"
A couple of hands went up, "Fitzwilliam."
"He was born in sixteen oh two and he died in sixteen ninety-nine, at the age of ninety-seven."
"Excellent. Alright, now the last twenty minutes of the class are yours to finish working on your assignments that are due at the end of class. Please leave your assignments in the bin on my desk before you leave. If you don't need the extra time you are free to go."
There were a select few that were pleased to leave class twenty minutes early. There were others that went right down to the wire. Soon enough her classroom was empty, and she clipped the stack of quizzes and gathered the essays that had been deposited as her students had filed out of the classroom.
All of it would be graded this weekend, as the house would be quiet. The girls would be going to the Morgan's for the weekend and were leaving tomorrow after school and would be home Sunday afternoon. I also had to mail off the package to my parents that had a couple of things in it for Broderick who was still staying with them while he was volunteering in Mumbai.
(Broderick Carter: Mumbai, India) Typical Day
Author: Cai Pembroke Carter
Date: 06-09-15 18:03
"Kal'ha milāṅgē!*" Broderick said as he hugged a couple of the children he had come to get to know quite well in the nearly full year he'd been working with the orphanage.
"Chētī hī vāpasa ā'ō!**" The cries were the same, they all wanted him to be back as soon as he could. They loved spending time with him and he loved spending time with them. Though, tomorrow when he came, he would have less time to spend with the children and would be spending more time working with the team that was currently designing the newest addition to the building that would be new dormitories for the children.
The walk from the orphanage was one Broderick enjoyed quite a bit, stopping to grab something to eat form one of the street vendors - it was merely a snack to hold him over until he arrived back at the Davyd household where he was still staying. Though if he was going to be here another year, he was considering getting an apartment so he wouldn't have to intrude on the Davyds any longer.
He slipped his shoes off and slipped into a pair of simple house shoes, "I'm back."
Asha poked her head out of the kitchen, "Dinner is nearly ready. Vikram has something for you before we eat, also a package came for you while you were out as well, it is on your bed."
"Thank you," he said, heading off to see what Vikram had for him. It was a kurta in the colors of his former Hogwarts house, Gryffindor, along with a pair of black churidars to wear with it. Broderick had come to like some of the formal styles of the country and loved the lighter fabrics that made living in the harsh climate much more bearable.
"Thank you very much for the new outfit. Especially since it is in my former house colors."
"You are most welcome Broderick, go put those away and by the time you get back downstairs Asha should have dinner ready."
Broderick nodded and headed up to his room, hanging the new clothes in his closet - he turned to look at the box that rested on his bed. Checking the return address he smiled, it was from his parents. "Awesome!"
This was the care package he'd been waiting for with some small gifts for the children, as well as some items that he'd picked out to decorate the walls in the art room of the orphanage.
*See you tomorrow!
**Come back soon!
Home
Author: Coco Nutt
Date: 06-10-15 20:53
Purrl and her shadow Zephyr, a kitten who appeared recently and promptly made himself at home, prance across the yard when Coco's small car comes to a stop in the drive. With the Ministry approved spell around the yard, Coco isn't worried about the cats, or the dogs, getting out, otherwise she'd hesitate to let the cats outside at all. There are some not so cat friendly dogs allowed to run loose in the neighborhood despite a regulation against it. Coco has talked to the dogs about not harming cats and though there haven't been any incidents in a long time, other neighbors periodically file complaints against the dogs' owners. Coco hates the thought of that because of the dogs get picked up, they could languish in a shelter. Still, that doesn't mean she ever wanted Purrl, and now Zephyr, to be out and about and tempt fate. Will be nice of Fritz, and she, find a place that's a wizarding local so that Coco can put in even more magical safeguards for the pets members of the family.
Zephyr was sitting on the front steps mewling pitifully, dashing inside when Papa Wal and Cash returned from a walk around the block. He ran straight to where Coco was sitting in a chair, jumping into her lap, then snuggling down, loudly purring. As best as Coco can get from the young kitten a vehicle passing through the neighborhood slowed long enough to toss him out. He's a good, sweet boy who Purrl instantly took to and after some sniffing about, the dogs love as well, particularly Zelda.
Well before Coco has made it to the gate Zelda, Cash, Dal, and Melon, the new foster from Furry Friends, have made it through the dog door and are at the gate prancing and dancing along with the cats. She greets each of them in turn, constantly shifting parcels and satchel. If not for the satchel being charmed, Coco most likely would have needed both hands for just it alone or possibly have resorted to dragging it along the ground.
Knowing that Coco is going for the backdoor, all of the furry ones dash ahead, going through the dog (and cat) door, greeting her inside as if they had not just seen her out in the yard. Setting everything she carries onto the kitchen table, she starts getting dinner for those fur children, calling out to Mitzi and Papa Wal, "I'm home. Brought take away from that Chinese place you favor, Papa Wal."
Papa Wal appears in the kitchen doorway, sniffing the air much as one of the dogs might do. "Ya got lemon chicken?"
"Yes, and spring rolls, hot and sour soup, sesame chicken, fried rice... well, just come and see."
Mitzi is right behind Papa Wal, chatting on her mobile, most likely to one of ladies she gets together with weekly. The older woman waves an envelope at Coco to gain her attention then hands the envelope over, nattering away the entire time.
The return address on the envelope is that of Chad's office. Coco doesn't need to open it to know it probably contains yet another letter from Chad's step-brother Harlan. The Harlan who it turns out is Coco's biological father.
Chad and his brother Archie had a sit down with Harlan. Chad's step-brother, Archie's half-brother at first denied anything. Only after he was certain that the statute of limitations was indeed long past had Harlan admitted anything. He fancied Bryony but she only had eyes for Chad. One festive gathering when Chad wasn't around for some reason and Bryony had had slightly too much to drink, Harlan had pressed his advantage. In her inebriated state Bryony only half remembered what took place, with Harlan able to have her doubting herself on what exactly happened and if it was even Harlan and not either Chad or Archie.
Coco has not met Harlan. After everything she's found herself not all that interested, perhaps because of the circumstances in which she was conceived; though, she's not exactly sure of of that. Neither Chad nor Archie has revealed Coco's name or where she lives and, apparently, Harlan only ever knew Bryony's nickname. With no surname to go on and without Bryony's given name or that of her parents, Harlan hasn't been able to directly contact Coco. He's taken to writing letters that he gives to Chad to post.
As yet, Coco has said nothing to either Mitzi or Papa Wal about Harlan. She accepted the envelope from Mitzi with a smile and a nod, tucking it into the satchel she then moved from the table before setting about grabbing plates, utensils, and glasses. Despite all of them having just inhaled their own suppers, the dogs and cats sit staring at the table, woeful expressions of the soon to starve on their faces.
Later, Coco will add the letter, unopened, to the growing stack in her bedroom. For now, she joins her grandfather and Mitzi at the table, doing her best to ignore the begging stares of the furry ones, and listens to Papa Wal talk of being tortured again in physiotherapy today and Mitzi, off her mobile, telling them about a new farmer's market that she visited that morning. Coco, for her part, tells them of spending the day taking care of some interesting animals, including a Jarvey that had gotten ganged up on by some angry garden gnomes when chasing them. Of course, that means telling them what a Jarvey is, them laughing at the rude and insulting words and phrases the Jarvey used while being treated.
Friday Two Ways
Author: Calliope Torres
Date: 06-11-15 11:14
Friday was absolutely my favorite day of the week, and that's mainly because I have absolutely no classes - but that doesn't mean that I won't be spending the day completely devoid of schoolwork because I'd never hear the end of it if my mother found out. Lev on the other hand, was stuck in classes today - three of them: History of Magic, Herbology and Fitness & Athletics.
"I still can't believe you only have classes four days a week," William said for about the thousandth time since the term started last year.
"I know, I doubt I'll get so lucky again for the next six years so I am enjoying it while I can." I reclined on the blanket, shifting my attention up from my History of Magic textbook, finishing the current section of the study guide that Professor Morgan had handed out earlier this week in class. "Besides, I may as well have classes five days a week because I spend most of Friday doing homework for the classes I do have. The only time I don't is when things are due earlier in the week."
"Don't I know it. I'm seriously wishing I had your work ethic. Knowing my luck I'll still be scrambling to finish the assignments due Monday morning before I go to bed Sunday night," William said with a laugh and picking a crisp from the bag on the blanket.
"I bet half the first years in most of her classes wish they had her work ethic," Etana Kohen said dropping down on the blanket next to William and I, Caroline joining us as well. Barbie Bones shifted slightly to make a bit more room.
"You'd think, but I think it's mainly you and I that spend most of the time in the library Etana, well that and your brother and mine."
Etana grinned, "Getting anything less than absolutely perfect marks is pretty much the Jewish equivalent of a failing grade. So Raz and I have to pretty much ensure that we get perfect marks across the board."
"I know the feeling, my mother would flip if my marks were anything less than perfection. Lev gets lucky, he can slip a bit, but only because he's the oldest," I said shifting slightly and marking my place in my book with the study guide for History of Magic.
Talk turned from school for a little while to plans for the upcoming summer. We'd all settled into a few things by the time Lev wandered out and dropped down on the blanket and stretched.
"And I am nearly done for the day," he said reaching over and plucking a crisp from the small bag I had in my hand. I swatted at him playfully, but honestly hadn't minded.
William groaned, "That means it's nearly time for my one and only class today..."
"Yup, we've about thirty minutes to kill. Do you want to head into the Great Hall and grab a bite?" Lev asked William and the younger boy nodded.
"Probably should," William pushed himself upward and dusted any stray bits of grass and the like from his robes before heading toward the castle with Lev leaving the four girls on the grounds.
Bad Things
Author: Bronwyn Dewhurst
Date: 06-12-15 07:15
"Joe writes," Bronwyn announced from the WWN studio while reading off one of the letters she had received for her advice show, "I recently lost my job after being accused of stealing money from the company. A disgruntled coworker set me up, but I have no way of proving that I'm innocent. I was wrongfully terminated, and I don't know what to do about it."
Bronwyn paused because Joe's predicament hit very close to home. Toby was removed from the Falmouth Falcons team a little over a week ago after being accused of doping. Toby didn't use any sort of illegal drugs or performance enhancing potions. He had already challenged the positive results of a recent drug test but had yet to make any progress into clearing his name and earning his position back on the Quidditch team. A solicitor recently hired was currently in the information gathering stage and would hopefully help resolve the issue.
Toby's removal from the Quidditch team was just another bad thing to happen to the Beck siblings. Anthony still languished in a Muggle jail with no indication he would ever get set free. In fact, he was now pending trial and a prison sentence. Ariella's daughter Karina was still missing, the investigation into her disappearance seemingly at a dead end from the very start.
Bronwyn was reminded of the adage 'bad things come in clusters', or even 'bad things come in threes'. If the latter held true, then the worst was behind the family now. She certainly hoped so, though she also wished the three bad things that had already happened would have happy endings. Anthony would get cleared of all charges and return home to Plum and Alex. Karina would arrive home safe and sound. Toby's false positive would be nothing more than a misunderstanding and he'd get back his job.
She realized she had gone quiet for too long when her producer in the glassed office next to the studio caught her attention. Bronwyn cleared her throat and said, "I'm sorry to hear about your predicament, Joe. Have you consulted a lawyer?"
Without giving away too much, she used some of Toby's current experiences to aide her listener the best way she could. She tried to sound positive and encouraging, but it was hard when Toby was having such difficulty clearing his own name. Bronwyn did her very best, though, and stressed that Joe remain patient… just like she and Toby had to be in their own personal matter.
OWL & NEWT Reviews
Author: Jolyon
Date: 06-12-15 09:48
As he had done the past few years, Professor Kent reserved the last term for fifth and seventh year students as a review for the OWL and NEWT exams. He divided the review sessions by topic and included every magical creature covered since third year Care of Magical Creatures class. The fifth year class currently underway reviewed sea creatures.
"What is the native range of the flying seahorse?"
Justin Hodges raised his hand and replied, "Scotland."
"Good. What do grindylows eat?"
"Fish, algae, and small sea creatures," answered Eden Jenkins, "but sometimes people, too, which is why they are classified as dark creatures."
"Correct. What is a young hippocampus called?"
"A tadfoal," said Marlow MacDougal.
The review continued in the same manner, with Professor Kent posing random questions or occasionally keeping to one topic for an extended period of time. When class ended, he wished his students a good weekend and reminded them that next week, they would begin reviewing different types of spectres.
During the hour and fifteen minutes between his fifth year class and his seventh year class, Jolyon tended to some of the creatures in the barn and thought about his personal life. He and Lorrie were still very happy together, but Merrie often occupied his thoughts. Something in their relationship shifted after she announced that she and Lancelot were no longer dating. It wasn't so much that Jolyon was interested in Merrie, because he wasn't. Their relationship was very much a thing of the past, and besides, he was with Lorrie now. Jolyon was simply kind of glad that Lancelot wasn't a part of her life anymore.
The little more than an hour between classes passed lightning quick. The seventh years soon arrived, eager for their Friday to end and their weekend to start.
Professor Kent greeted them and announced, "Today, we'll continue reviewing magical insects. Get out your NEWT study guides." He waited a moment for everyone to get settled and then asked, "Who can tell me the chizpurfle's Ministry of Magic classification?"
Brief Stop
Author: Rylee
Date: 06-12-15 17:19
"Friday...my favorite day of the week..." I said as I dropped down on the couch next to Raz after muggle studies.
"Only because your care package arrives from your mom around lunch with sweets and things for the weekend," Raz said grinning before shifting my bag so it rested on the floor at our feet.
"Exactly. There is stuff in there for you, Etana, and even Caroline," I said shifting, and pulling the package from my bag. It had been shrunk so that it was easier to transport by owl, and with a tap of my wand I undid the shrinking charm and the brown box soon rested on the table.
"Do you know where Etana and Caroline are?"
"I think they said something about spending some time on the lawn with a couple of classmates, Calliope something."
"I'm surprised she's not in the library," I joked, opening the box and shifting through the contents within.
Two packages were pulled out and handed to Raz, and he grinned broadly knowing well what was in the packages. "She found them! Your mother is a miracle worker, I didn't think she'd be able to get them."
He unwrapped one of the packages and a couple of sleeves of Achva snacks fell out onto his lap. "These are absolutely my favorite," he opened one of the packages and handed me a metallic wrapped package. "That is chocolate."
"I know. I remember from the last time she'd sent them to you."
I shifted slightly, and set the two packages each for Etana and Caroline off to the side. I'd reshrink the box and leave their items on their beds on my way back to my room.
"What'd you get?"
"Some new parchments, new perfume, and catalogs so I can get some clothes shopping done. As well as a few sweets, none of which are Kosher."
I grinned and shifted slightly, letting my head come to rest on his shoulder and heaving a soft sigh. "I will be so glad when this year is over, though I am not entirely looking forward to having to take OWLs next year either."
"Only because you don't study as hard or as often as Etana and I do."
A smirk dancing upon his lips as he chuckled, and I playfully swatted at him.
"I study hard enough thank you very much. My marks may not be as perfect as yours, but they are good enough to keep my mother happy."
I grinned and pushed myself up, "I'm gonna head back to the dormitory. I'll see you at dinner."
A tap of my wand, and I shrunk the box after putting the items for Caroline and Etana within it once more.
"See you at dinner," Raz said as he offered up her bag so she wouldn't forget it.