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Home Sweet Home
Author: Charisma Stone
Date: 10-15-15 17:40
"Are you certain that's the lost one?" Isma asked, pushing a hand through her hair as she dropped down on the sofa. Stretching just a bit as she looked around at the boxes that filled their flat. Still needing to be unpacked.
"It's the last one Mum said," Blake confirmed before dropping down next to her.
"Good," she leaned against him, eyes sliding closed as she fought the urge to take a nap before doing anything else productive - like unpacking and readying their flat for actual living.
The summer had been spent with various families and a nearly month long honeymoon touring the United States muggle style. There were photographs and souvenirs in some of the boxes, as well as wedding gifts that had yet to be opened. Though the bulk of the thank you cards had been sent out by New Years.
"No napping," Blake said, nudging her gently. "We have to get things unpacked so we can actually you know live here."
The two bedroom, two bath flat had been one of the combined gifts from their parents and was paid in full, no rental agreement or anything of the sort, so there was no need for them to post for a roommate.
"But I wanna nap...just a little one?"
Blake chuckled and kissed her atop her head, "Nope, not at all. Come on.." He pushed himself off the sofa, despite her attempt to keep him seated so she could use him as a pillow.
"Fine. At least Mum could have lent us her house elf, then I really could have taken a nap."
With a shake of his head Blake nudged her toward the boxes in the kitchen, "I'll let you start on those."
Isma grinned and stuck her tongue out at him, "Fine, that leaves you the heavy stuff." She slipped into the kitchen and started unpacking the boxes that held their dishes, glasses, and cookware.
Two and a half hours later, the house looked mostly presentable - at least they could have company over and entertain. That's what mattered. Shower and change of clothes later, Isma dropped on the couch as Blake put the last of the boxes they'd not unpacked in the empty bedroom to be gone through later.
"I'm thinking food. Just not sure what," Blake said as he drew her to him.
"I'm not sure either and we've not amassed a proper amount of take away menus to actually have to make a choice based on what sounds good," Isma said with a grin.
"We could always head somewhere and grab something. Maybe wander around a bit," Blake offered.
Twenty minutes later they were seated at their favorite Thai place, devouring enough food for about three or four people between them.
Siblings at Lunch
Author: Cai Pembroke Carter
Date: 10-15-15 18:34
"Have you heard from Broderick?"
"Not yet, but his letter should be here in the next day or so," Angharad said as she reached for another dumpling from the bamboo steamer basket between them.
"It sucks that we couldn't make it to the opening of the facility, but I am really hoping that it went off flawlessly," Cai said grinning as she took a sip of her tea.
"I'm hoping so too. How is Evan doing?"
Cai had been spending time with Evan after the attack on the Ministry. He'd been injured, but had managed to get out before things had turned into the nightmarish scene that had taken the lives of so many.
"He's doing alright, the meeting he had been going to will be rescheduled for sometime in the future as it was nothing pressing. Especially now that many are still attempting to piece their lives back together after the attack."
"I saw Professor Ravenscroft's husband was among those who had died in the attack," Angharad said sighing lightly.
"Yeah, I saw that as well. Evan said the firm lost two of the partners - they were in one of the lifts and didn't have a chance to get out of the Ministry."
Angharad sighed and pushed a hand through her hair, "Can we please, seriously not talk about it anymore. It makes me miss mom..."
Cai reached over and squeezed her sister's hand, "I know, and I'm sorry. When do you leave for Rome?"
"I've got to be there by the first of October, but I want to have time to settle into the flat I'll be living in. I can go over at any time and start getting things moved in."
"Alright, if you need any help just let me know. I'm going to miss you while you are studying in Rome. What does Perla think about you being in Rome?"
Angharad sighed, shrugging her shoulders lightly, "She's not happy. She doesn't think that we can survive the distance - especially since she isn't at liberty to come visit me whenever she wishes nor I her. So, she broke up with me before she got on the train to go back to Hogwarts."
Cai frowned, "I was wondering what had soured your mood when we were leaving after dropping Aderyn off."
"Yeah, that's pretty much it. Sucks being single, but honestly I have a feeling that is for the best. If we are meant to be together, then it will happen. Otherwise, I will find someone else who makes me just as happy."
"Good," Cai said before plucking the last dumpling from the basket and dipping in the sauce before popping it into her mouth.
The pair talked a bit more before they ultimately had to head off to deal with their lives. Cai still had to head to St. Emrys and pick up her books and supplies lists for her classes and Angharad was working this evening at the job she'd gotten for the summer to save up some money for Rome.
(Adriana) A Victory
Author: Bill Weasley
Date: 10-16-15 09:53
Adriana stood in the crypt of the abbey and lit candles around the sarcophagus she and a few others had stolen from the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic. It was not the only recent tomb in the abbey. Of the four Death Eaters killed during the raid, only one body returned with the group. Amashelle Parish lay under a shroud embroidered with golden filigree.
Besides the loss of life, which also included Melafir Gardenn, Phinnaeus Marks, and Shane Reimann, five Death Eaters and many more VLs were captured. Nicolas Blackthorn was among them, while his wife, outed as a Death Eater and no longer able to work undercover at the Ministry of Magic, eluded capture entirely.
Melafir's ex-wife and distant cousin Synn, Connell Norton, Zane Rosier, and Xiomara Serano were also now behind bars and pending trials that would surely send them to Azkaban for life––if the Death Eaters didn't stage a mass breakout first. Many of the other Death Eaters sustained injuries of various kinds, but thanks to Alexander Campbell, some were already healed while others were on the mend and expected to make a full recovery.
The deaths and captures were major blows to the Death Eater cause, but Adriana knew the risks when she planned the attack. She also believed she came out on top in the end. The destruction of Ministry property and loss of innocent life was far more significant than anything the Death Eaters sustained. Also, Adriana now had in her possession an object more valuable than anything else she had collected in her tenure as Voldemort's successor, namely, Voldemort's remains. Why the Ministry deposed of him there instead of in an unmarked grave in an unknown cemetery was anyone's guess. Surely, there were no mysteries still swirling around his legacy that warranted investigation. Maybe the site was simply a place where no one would think to look.
Whatever the reason, Adriana's searches paid off and now she could commence with the next stage of her plan. After lighting all the candles and paying her respects to the shrine she set up for him, she turned her attentions to a work table arranged with several cauldrons, beakers containing colorful liquids and odd-looking ingredients, a statue of Circe, a rare root wrapped delicately in a piece of cloth, and an alchemical codex.
(Kate) At St. Mungo's
Author: Bronwyn Dewhurst
Date: 10-16-15 12:22
Kate sat by her father's bedside and reviewed the course catalog for St. Emrys University. She had already signed up for a few classes but needed at least two more to have what was considered a full schedule. After reviewing various brochures for the university and looking at all the available courses, and without a single clue what she might like to do with her life post-Hogwarts, Kate decided to give interior design a try. The coursework looked interesting, and though she wasn't entirely confident in her artistic skills, she was up to the challenge. Maybe it would turn out to be the wrong field, but it might also end up a perfect fit.
"Hi, Kiddo."
Kate put a piece of parchment scribbled with course numbers on it in the book to mark her place and closed it before setting it on the bedside table. She turned to look at her father and reached for his hand.
"Aren't I a little old to be called 'kiddo'?" Kate asked with a small smile.
Her father was still in terrible shape, but his prognosis was good. It would be a long road to recovery, though.
"You'll always be my kid," Will replied with a smile to match his daughter's.
For some reason she felt tears well up in her eyes, but Kate blinked them away before her father could see and leaned forward in her chair. "How are you feeling, Dad? Any better?"
"Certainly not any worse!" he exclaimed.
"Is there anything you need? Do you want me to get you anything?"
Will gave a slight, almost imperceptible shake of his head. "No, I don't need anything." He looked her over and asked, "Are you getting enough rest?"
Kate hadn't gotten much rest since the last day of August and had spent almost all her time at St. Mungo's with her dad. The only time she wasn't with him was when visiting hours ended. Being at home felt strange without her father there. She had trouble falling asleep, and the sleep she did get was wrought with bad dreams.
Kate had heard the story about how it had been Mark who had found her father underneath the printing press. How it had been Mark who had guarded the Printing Office and had called help over when the coast was clear. If not for Mark, who knows what would have happened to her father.
She thought often about writing him a thank-you note, but then she thought about Capri and the baby and couldn't bring herself to get involved. Kate knew it was silly to hesitate because it was just a thank-you note, but she couldn't help it. They weren't friends anymore. She wouldn't even call them acquaintances. Despite everything, Kate would be eternally grateful to him for what he did for her dad.
Kate finally answered her father. "It's hard resting after everything that happened and when I can't help but worry about you."
"You don't have to worry about me anymore, Kate. You heard the healers. I will get better. It will just take a long time."
"I know," Kate said, "but I'm still worried about you. Until you're back to your old self again, I won't stop being concerned."
Will squeezed her hand. "Do me a favor. Go do something fun with Hugo this afternoon and then visit me to tell me about it before visiting hours are over, okay?"
Kate didn't want to leave, but she didn't want to deny her father his request. She nodded and said, "Okay. I'll be back soon."
Will shot her a look that read, Not too soon! and then released her hand. Kate left the course catalog on the table to resume reading later and slipped out of the hospital room to see what Hugo was up to this afternoon.
(Azaelia) Where is Robert?
Author: Isolde
Date: 10-16-15 15:17
Azaelia sat behind the counter in the library and cataloged a set of new books recently acquired for the library. Her movements were automatic. She copied down information onto different cards for the catalog. She labeled the spine and put a pocket and date stamp card into the back of each book. She repeated the process over and over again without giving any of it much thought. By some miracle, she did it all correctly.
All she could think about was Robert. After hearing about the attack on the Ministry of Magic, Azaelia set aside her pride and tried to get into contact with him. She just wanted to know that he was all right. When he didn't respond, she feared the worst, but then his name was never on the victims lists in The Daily Prophet. New names appeared every morning, so it was possible she would eventually find him on it, especially since all the debris hadn't yet been cleared inside the Ministry of Magic. Probably someone in law enforcement or some other Ministry official would contact her about her husband's death before she even had to read about it in the newspaper.
She kept trying to tell herself that no news was good news, even when it really wasn't. Azaelia doubted very much that Robert's silence was intentional. After all, he'd been trying to gain her forgiveness ever since she kicked him out of their Hogwarts quarters. She therefore believed that the only reason she hadn't heard from him was because he was dead.
She was wrong, but she didn't know that yet.
Azaelia had made a few inquiries and knew that Robert had been at the Ministry on that fateful day. His coworkers had confirmed it. She also knew that he hadn't shown up at the home of his Craster Rovers teammate, where Robert had been crashing since his estrangement from Azaelia. His Muggle friends were also worried about him, but because they didn't know about the wizarding world, they didn't know about the attack on the Ministry of Magic. Azaelia didn't enlighten them.
It became awkward when Robert's teammate suggested she give him her mobile number so he could contact her if he heard anything. Azaelia honestly told him she didn't have a phone and said that she would get in touch with him in a few days to see if there was an update or perhaps even to share with him what she learned, if there was any news to tell.
Azaelia entertained the idea that perhaps he suffered from amnesia and was wandering London aimlessly in the aftermath of the attack. Maybe he was in a Muggle hospital. He certainly wasn't at St. Mungo's––she had already checked. A worse thought was that the Death Eaters had abducted him, but why would they do that? Robert may have an appreciation for the Muggle sport football, but he wasn't what she would consider a Muggle sympathizer. He was also an ex-Slytherin, if that meant anything.
She regretted deeply that she hadn't taken him back. The thought that she would never see him again and that their last conversations had been difficult and strained broke her heart into a million little pieces.
Little did she know that he would walk back into her life very soon.
At The Pitch
Author: Viktor Krum
Date: 10-16-15 19:59
Wednesdays mean third and fourth years. September means obstacle course work. The on foot kind, not on brooms. Viktor made some changes to his lesson plans but for the most part he left his September plans alone.
One new aspect this school year for all who take Fitness & Athletics comes in April. Another comes in June for the first and second years and for the fifth, sixth, and seventh years.
Viktor has the entire year planned but may make some adjustments and tweaks. Nothing is set, not really.
Nothing is ever set, particularly when it comes to Viktor's love life. He's not said anything to anyone other than Marjani and Zuberi, who most likely told Olive, but his budding romance with Mina MacRae has ended. Ended tragically at that.
Mina was at the Ministry of Magic, attending a meeting somewhere within the Department of Magical Games and Sports, or perhaps it was wherever those in Muggle Relations have offices. He's not clear on that and has decided the exact where doesn't matter. What matters is that Mina was murdered by a Death Eater while providing protection for an elderly colleague who'd suffered a heart attack, possibly brought on by the shock of the attack.
Her name has been in the paper as one of the victims but few knew she and Viktor had been seeing each other, mainly because the relationship was still somewhat new. A relationship in its infancy yet Viktor feels as though he had known Mina for years, perhaps a lifetime.
There is a memorial service Sunday afternoon. Viktor will be there. Adding to the sadness is that Mina's will not be the first memorial service or funeral Viktor will attend because of the attack on the Ministry nor will it be the last.
Estella Finch and Kurt Blackwell reach the pitch, closely followed by Leo Marchbanks and Finley Pride. The rest of the class isn't far behind. Viktor puts a smile on his face, hoping it doesn't look forced or insincere, as he moves to greet his first class of this new school term.
(Aderyn) Between Classes
Author: Cai Pembroke Carter
Date: 10-17-15 17:18
Wednesdays were easy enough, and she was quite a fan of Coach Krum's obstacle course this year and she knew well enough that it would help keep her in shape for the Quidditch team - because she did intend on trying out again this year for the house team.
Thursdays were a whole different matter - going from three classes to five, two of which were doubles, and one of which was Astronomy - which meant she wasn't going to be going to bed until around one-thirty or two am and having to get up at eight to be ready for her nine am Transfiguration class. Either way, she would make it work and ensure that her marks remained high so that she could continue to play on the house team.
Already she'd sat through her doubles for DADA and Herbology, before heading back to her room to change out her books for her afternoon classes Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes. Then she'd have time to work on homework between Ancient Runes ending at quarter to four and Astronomy starting at midnight.
Rather than deal with the Great Hall for lunch, she'd grabbed a sandwich, an apple, and a miniature fairy cake from the Common Commons and decided to sit on the stairs leading to the Great Hall and eat. Her History of Magic text open on her lap as she contemplated exactly what she wanted to write her essay on and prepare her presentation on as far as animals and their importance in Ancient Egypt.
Reaching into her bag to grab a quill to mark a few notations in the pages of the book, she touched the letter she'd meant to owl this morning but had forgotten. Finishing the last bite of her fairy cake, and tucking the apple into her bag for later she put her textbook away and headed to the owlry, to mail off the letter before heading to the barns for Care of Magical Creatures.
Scary (Duncan, with Grace)
Author: Briar Rose
Date: 10-17-15 18:50
First thing upon entering the Great Hall this morning for breakfast Grace sought out her cousin Duncan. At the Hufflepuff table she found him with one friend she knows, Devon Abbott, and another she didn't. Realizing this Duncan hooked a thumb at the other boy, "This is Ollie Choate. Ollie, this is my cousin Grace Valentine."
Ollie scrunched up his face. "I think I've seen you before. In Hogsmeade. In a shoppe."
"Probably my dad's bookshoppe, Twice Told Tales, or maybe my mum's bakery, Briar's Bakery."
"Yeah, the bakery for sure," Ollie had nodded. "Your mum is so fab to send Duncan sweets from there."
Duncan grinned and poked at Ollie. "And I'm so fab for sharing all those goodies with you."
Ollie in turn made a face at Duncan then the two laughed as Devon asked, "How are your classes, Grace?"
"Well enough for now, though I have only met three of them. Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, and Charms," Grace replied, her eyes fixed over their heads as if reading these three items from a list written there. "I've three more today, two this morning and one just after lunch."
Devon, smiling, commented, "Vincent," she says of her cousin, "was telling me last night how great it is to have only one class tomorrow."
"Fitness and Athletics," Grace nodded. "Some of our classmates keep reminding us taking it that if we weren't taking that class we'd have nothing on Fridays this year but I think it will be fun."
Duncan and Devon agreed with her assessment, Duncan saying, "It is for the most part."
Ollie had shrugged, "I wouldn't know. I don't take it but these two keep telling me I should."
The four had talked classes a little longer before Grace asked Duncan, "How's Copernicus?"
Copernicus Dippet, Duncan's grandfather, had been at work as usual at the Ministry of Magic on 31 August. He'd sustained some injuries that while not immediately life threatening were still serious enough to land him a stay in hospital. Duncan's father, Byron, would normally have been at work as well but had taken that day off to spend with Duncan on Duncan's last full day of summer holiday. Duncan's other grandfather, either of his grandmothers, nor his mother work at the Ministry, for which Duncan is thankful. Knowing his father could have been there and having one immediate family member injured in that attack was enough.
After filling Grace in on the latest, which had come via owl last night before Duncan went to bed, she'd gone over to the Ravenclaw table where she joined some of her classmates and had breakfast.
Now, walking from Defense Against the Dark Arts to History of Magic, Ollie says to Duncan, "Your cousin sounds older than a first year."
Duncan does a one shoulder shrug. "She's almost 12. October birthday. She's also always been beyond smart for her age. I hear her mum once say that Grace went from not talking to talking in complete sentences without any of the baby stuff."
"Does that mean within a couple of weeks she can help me with some of my homework?" Ollie grins.
Duncan returns his friend's grin then turns serious. "Yeah, probably. I think if I got her to help me with studying for OWLs next year, she could sit them with us and ace them all."
"That's almost scary, Duncan."
Grinning again Duncan replies, "Tell me something I don't know!"
Reaching History of Magic, they take their seats, both already wishing the class were over so they could get some lunch.
(Ariella) Big News
Author: Beck
Date: 10-18-15 09:04
Ariella came back from lunch in the canteen to continue with the clean-up process in the various offices of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. She was dressed down in jeans, a long-sleeved T-shirt, and a pair of trainers. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, and besides her wand, she had with her a pair of heavy-duty work gloves.
Even with all the death and destruction, business went on as usual, or as much as it could with the resources and personnel the Ministry had left. Being a lowly clerk, Ariella didn't have any major projects on her plate and could help get everything back in order again.
She had been at the Ministry when the attack started but had been on her way out to a meeting off site, thereby making it to safety rather quickly. The whole time she and her colleagues were at the meeting, which never was fully conducted on account of what they'd briefly witnessed in the Atrium, they worried about their friends, family members, and other colleagues left behind at the Ministry. Ariella worried about Anthony, locked up in a holding cell with no where to go, and she worried about Alanna.
At least they were both safe.
Ariella stepped into a lift only a few days ago littered with dead bodies and rode it to level five, where she got off and was immediately met by Melvin Bowles. He had a bandage over one ear but was otherwise unhurt.
"I heard the good news, Ariella. Congratulations. You must be very excited."
Ariella knit her brows together. "What are you talking about, Melvin?"
She couldn't help but think about Karina and wondered if she had finally been found.
Melvin pulled a folded copy of the newspaper out from under his arm, opened it up, and pointed to an engagement announcement accompanied by a photograph of Alanna and Reed Wycombe.
Ariella yanked the newspaper from Melvin's grip and said, "What?"
"You didn't know?" Melvin asked uncertainly.
Instead of responding, Ariella turned around, mashed the button for the lifts, and rode down to level two. She got off, navigated the debris and disorder in the legal division, and marched straight to Alanna's desk, where she threw the newspaper down with the article and photograph face up and asked, "What is the meaning of this?"
Alanna, dressed in smart business robes, looked at the newspaper with a blank expression on her face. "Oh," she merely replied.
"Oh? Oh?" Ariella questioned. "Why is there an announcement that you are getting married to someone you can't stand when you are already married to somebody you love?"
Alanna grabbed a random stack of parchment off her newly replaced desk and stood up. "Jared and I are officially divorced. I'm moving on with Reed."
Ariella studied Alanna very hard. There was something extremely wrong with the situation. No way would Alanna willingly break things off with Jared and then move on with Reed unless something pushed her in that direction.
"Did he threaten you? Did he threaten Jared?" Ariella asked. "Are you being blackmailed? Did he coerce you into all divorcing Jared and marrying him?" The questions were asked more quietly and more gently.
Alanna would never have admitted the truth, but before her expression could betray her feelings, Reed called out to Ariella and drew her attention away. He approached from the entrance of the office and said, "I just heard from a member of law enforcement. They found Karina."
Brudha and Scarlet
Author: Lysander Stratford
Date: 10-18-15 12:32
Lysander stood in the stacks and added newly acquired books to the shelves, when the door chime tinkled, indicating the arrival of a new customer. He poked his head out to call out a greeting, but his eyes landed on Dexter before the newcomers. Dexter was hunched low and his fur stood on ends. A deep growl emanated from his throat, and then he hissed, turned abruptly, and slinked behind one of the comfortable armchairs in the front of the bookshoppe.
Lysander stepped fully out of the stacks to see what had the cat so bothered and saw a house-elf standing just within the front door. It cradled a black cat in its spindly little arms.
"May I help you?" Lysander asked.
It was not unusual for a house-elf to make purchases on behalf of its owner, but it was unusual for one to run an errand with a cat in tow.
"Brudha's mistress requests she serve her favorite nephew and grandniece in her absence. Also, she asks that her favorite nephew and grandniece take in Scarlet."
It took Lysander half a moment to realize that the house-elf belonged to his aunt. He hadn't seen her in years, though he did hear from her from time to time. The magic mirrors she had given Charlotte were prized possessions in the Stratford household.
Lysander had read in The Daily Prophet about his auntie's arrest. He had no idea that she'd been a Death Eater, though he had known of her criminal history. She was no stranger to Azkaban prison, though her last stint there had been a result of possessing illegal seeds and not murder and mayhem. Her ex-husband Melafir was also a blood relation, though he was not someone Lysander had known at all. His death, while a bit of a shock, was not very saddening.
"Very well," Lysander said, though he had his doubts about Dexter ever getting along with Scarlet. Dexter tolerated Velvet, but only so much.
Scarlet dropped out of Brudha's arms and padded a little closer to where Dexter crouched. She sat with her thin tail wrapped around her paws, sniffed the air with her purplish nose, and blinked. Dexter hissed.
Lysander turned back to the house-elf and indicated that it should follow him into the office. He kept the door open to listen for customers and to make sure Dexter and Scarlet didn't engage in a cat fight. Lysander invited the house-elf to sit, which it reluctantly did despite having orders to listen to his mistress' favorite nephew.
"Now, tell me absolutely everything," Lysander said. Just what had his aunt gotten into and what did having her house-elf and cat under his roof mean for him and his family?
Busy Mind
Author: Illyria
Date: 10-18-15 16:11
Illyria ate an early dinner in the Great Hall and then went to her classroom to get things ready for her two Astronomy classes scheduled for later that evening. She didn't have very much to do, since tonight's class meetings were a repeat from last night's, only with different students. What she really wanted was a little time to herself.
She had a lot on her mind, from the uninvited excitement on her wedding day to everything that came with the start of a new school year. By some miracle, every member of the Jones family present at the Ministry of Magic when the Death Eaters attacked came out uninjured. Illyria was reminded of when various members of her family were in hiding, while others like herself were prisoners in communities for Nons. The entire Jones family escaped tragedy back then, too.
Olympia had actually been out of the building responding to a case of Muggles accidentally glimpsing a flying horse that escaped from a wizard's farm. Urania had been in the Department of Mysteries and hid in the Hall of Prophecy until it was safe to come out. Meanwhile, the Jones parents and Illyria had remained huddled together under the desk in the conference room while Death Eaters attacked just outside their door. It had been the most frightening moment of Illyria's life, surpassing her entire time at 14-15-14 and when Marcus Hubbs confronted her on top of the Astronomy Tower.
Poor Roland! He had died valiantly along with Marzi's husband. Illyria felt a pang of sorrow for her ex-boyfriend and friend, but she felt even worse about Weston's passing. She had gotten to know him well over the years and grieved not only for herself but for Marzi and the boys.
Marzi had tried to throw herself into teaching to keep her mind busy but never made it through her first class. Wilhelmina stepped in immediately, having remained on campus at Minerva's urging. Maybe Marzi would find the strength to start again next week after the funeral, but Illyria wouldn't blame her if she needed more time. She didn't know what she would do if Nathan had died.
The newlyweds had decided that they would live at Hogwarts during the school year and spend the holidays at Nathan's house, which they decided to keep. It was not the house where he and Urania had lived but one he'd moved into after their marriage ended. It was a quaint, thatched cottage on the outskirts of Birlingham. They'd stayed there the night of the attack but had been at Hogwarts ever since.
Minerva had kindly offered them bigger accommodations, but Nathan found Illyria's rooms big enough, at least as long as it was just the two of them.
Illyria felt herself grow a little emotional as she thought again how cruel it would have been to finally marry Nathan only to lose him in the same day. It hadn't happened, and she wasn't sure why she kept thinking about it. She decided to go up onto the Observation Deck to get some air and clear her head. Hopefully by the time her first class started, she'd feel like her old self again.