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(Titus) Busy Saturday
Author: Tiberius Nott
Date: 05-11-19 03:02
Titus had meticulously planned his day. He was going to study for his NEWTs in the morning, have lunch at the Great Hall, attend the Team Delta Echo meeting at Hogsmeade, and then spend the rest of the afternoon at the village with Arielle.
He was thinking of taking her to Madam Pudifoot's tea shop. By then, she would be aware what his intentions towards her were, for everyone knew only couples attended the establishment. Titus wanted to make Arielle his girlfriend. Girls were hard to read and he did not know if after her break up with Malden she wanted to be in a new relationship. However, he felt that it was time to know if they could go to the next level or if she just wanted his friendship.
The two scenarios crossed his mind, and as he opened his books at the crowded but silent library he thought that by the end of the day Arielle might be his girlfriend. He couldn't help thinking how Malden would react if he saw him holding hands with Arielle, or even kissing. Then he thought about Asher, and he was sure he would not like to learn about their relationship either. If she said 'no' then he would be humiliated but safe from having to deal with Asher and Malden.
Titus had watched the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff with Arielle. He had always wanted to be part of the Quidditch team, but he knew he had no talent for it, so he didn't even tried out. Titus couldn't help being envious when both Malden and Asher entered the pitch and the crowd applauded. They were both good players and although he wanted Slytherin to win, he hated when they made a good play that made the crowd to cheer. When Bertie caught the snitch Titus started to criticize Malden out loud for not having scored more goals and Asher for not being able to eliminate Bertie with a bludger. Realizing he was sort of insulting her brother, he abruptly shut up, not wanting Arielle to think bad of him.
"Hey...you are going to the meeting later, right?" Bruno Tate asked in a whisper, occupying the empty seat next to Titus.
"Yes. Why?"
"Malden wanted me to make sure you were coming. We can go together after lunch."
Titus felt angry, realizing Malden had sent Bruno to control him. But he knew that after he had skipped a meeting and questioned his leadership that Malden was always keeping an eye on his movements, perhaps afraid Titus would do something crazy. Luckily for Malden Titus was not planning on missing this meeting. Just like everyone else he had read the news about Lord Voldemort's return and he wanted to know more. There had been many stories and versions about that abbey attack on the radio and on the newspapers, but Titus was sure that he was alive. The reason for it was the letter he received from his father. Still in Azkaban he asked Titus to visit him, after the school year ended. Now that he was no longer a minor, his father wrote, Titus could visit him in prison without a chaperone. He felt the timing of the letter a bit strange, for he did not receive it the moment he turned seventeen. Only now his father was reaching out.
Titus looked with annoyance at Bruno. He had put his own books and notes on the table. He was clearly going to spend all morning studying next to Titus, escort him to lunch and then to Hogsmeade. Titus tried to ignore Bruno's presence and started studying.
With Ginny
Author: Carys
Date: 05-11-19 06:43
After an extremely early morning Photography Club meeting at Hogwarts, in which Carys and Ginny had club members shoot sunrise photographs at the lake, the two women entered Hogsmeade and decided to visit Briar's Bakery before the village and its various shops became crowded with Hogwarts students for the last Hogsmeade trip of the school year.
They ordered pastries and coffees and settled down at one of the tables underneath the awning outside the bakery. It was shaping out to be a beautiful day.
"Are you all right, Carys? You've been really pensive all morning. Is something on your mind?" Ginny asked, concerned but not wanting to pry if Carys didn't feel like talking about it.
Carys nodded. "I'm okay, but you're right. I've got a lot on my mind lately." She sighed and said, "It's been ten years." Ten years since the various Communities for Nons were liberated. Ten years since Oliver Oliphant was kissed by a Dementor. Ten years since her miscarriage. Ten years since the battles at the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts.
Ginny nodded. The various anniversaries had been covered in The Daily Prophet. She herself had been involved in most of the liberations, including Goen Bren where Carys had been interned. Ginny had also participated in the battles at the Ministry and at Hogwarts, the former of which had been ten years ago yesterday. The anniversary of the Hogwarts battle was on June 7th.
"I've gotten recent requests for interviews again," Carys added. Since the release of A Complete History of the Communities for Nons, what she went through while at Goen Bren was public knowledge. The press wanted the salacious details, ten years later. Some of the reporters were nice enough, but some, like Rita Skeeter, hounded her and Owen Oliphant relentlessly.
"I guess I'll be glad when the hullabaloo dies down, or something bigger happens to overshadow all of it," Carys remarked.
"Like Voldemort's capture?" Ginny suggested. "Or the high profile murder of another ex-or-current Death Eater?"
Carys nodded. "Something like that. Better an arrest or death of a bad guy than something worse, like an attack or ex-Minister Smythe-Jones breaking out of prison."
"Perish the thought!" Ginny exclaimed. "Let's change the subject to something happier if you don't mind. How are the kids?"
Carys told Ginny how Tristan and Meg were doing and listened attentively as she talked about Jamie, Albus, and Lily. When the women finished their pastries, coffee, and conversation, they parted ways: Ginny for Godric's Hollow, and Carys for Newcastle-under-Lyme.
(Magnus) Detention
Author: Sophie McCourt
Date: 05-12-19 03:41
"We will meet at lunch, yes?" Ned asked Magnus.
"Yes."
"Have fun," Ned teased. "I know I will."
Ned left the Slytherin common room and went outside to Coach Krum's Quidditch workshop. Magnus on the other hand went to meet Filch. The old bitter man handed him over a pair of gloves and a large garbage bag, and gave Magnus the instructions for his detention period. It seemed like the school house elves had 'forgotten' to empty the trash bins around the castle, and it was Magnus mission to do so. The weather was so pleasant and he was trapped inside the castle.
"No funny business," Filch declared. "I will be watching you," he warned, leaving Magnus alone with his task.
He started on the first floor. The garbage bag was magical and it followed him around, so he did not need to carry it. Also it did not seem to have an end, because it never got filled. He was on the corridor when Gryffindor Agnes Fink, the same Agnes who had tricked him last year with the BEEs exams, passed with a group of second years girls, which included Eileen McCourt. Most of them sent Magnus looks of disgust and disapproval.
"Pervert!" Agnes called him.
"I am so glad you two are not related," Ravenclaw Bernice Burns told Eileen.
"It could have been you," Gryffindor Ilsa Ludlow pointed out.
"It could have been any of us!" Agnes said. "I am glad he got a detention, but I still think he should have been expelled for what he did. I don't feel secure in the school anymore," she said in a very dramatic tone, making sure Magnus was listening.
The girls walked away. Magnus did the best he could to ignore them.
It all started when he decided to write a pre-match article on the Championship match. His idea was to interview some of the players, learn about their efforts and the obstacles they had overcome, add team statistics and even try and guess who would win. Something to get the Hogwarts Herald readers excited. Ned did not understand why Magnus was doing such an article when Slytherin was not going to play. He told his best friend with pride that a reporter should be neutral, even if he too was upset he couldn't write about Slytherin.
Unfortunately writing this article was revealing itself quite difficult. He tried to approach Ravenclaw team captain Kurt Blackwell at the library but he was kicked out by Miss Bramble when she realized his intentions. He went to speak with Seth Weasley, but by mistake he engaged a conversation with one of his brothers instead. Magnus decided to make a bolder move and when the Hufflepuff team were practicing last weak, he broke into the pitch. He wanted to have a glimpse of the moves they were practicing to try and figure what would be their tactics for the match. Unfortunately he did not know the interior of the pitch and by mistake entered the girls' locker rooms right after the practice.
Tessa Filby and Kaycee Sickleby found him inside. Tessa was wearing a towel wrapped around her body, which made Magnus blush at the sight of an older girl in such attire. Kaycee pointer her wand at him, while Tessa gave the alarm, and soon the rest of the team went to their rescue. Magnus was escorted out of the pitch by Duncan and Cornington. Both Coach Krum and Professor Snape were notified about what happened. Magnus tried to explain that he had no intention of spying Kaycee and Tessa as they showered and undressed, that all he wanted was to write an article and he had entered the locker room by mistake. Some believed his words, others didn't. In the end, for his dubious bad conduct, he lost 20 points to Slytherin and got a detention.
Soon the entire school was aware of his deed. Most boys, including the oldest ones, would tap his shoulder and greet him for his boldness while the girls sent him furious looks and treated him like he was a disgusting cockroach that they wanted to crush with their shoes. He never got the chance to explain himself.
Magnus kept emptying the trash cans finding very disgusting things, like chew gums, and tissues filled with mucus. One of the cans on the fourth floor had a dead rat inside, that had been used during a Transfiguration class. He also found a bandage with blood, and a ball of human hair, which he had no idea where it came from.
"Hello," a voice greeted.
It was Cecily McCallister. She had entered the classroom Magnus was because yesterday she forgot her textbook under one of the desks. She was explaining this to him with normality, not treating him badly like most of the other girls.
"I am going to the Quidditch workshop later," she told him. Cecily wanted to practice, in case she made the team next year. She wanted to do a better job so Gryffindor would be able to conquer a Quidditch title.
"I can't. Not until I finish this..." he said. "And I haven't reached the Hospital Wing or the dungeons yet. I am sure there will be puke and other sort of disgusting things," he said half joking, half serious.
Cecily laughed and he laughed as well. She said goodbye to Magnus but before leaving she said:
"Not everyone thinks you are a pervert. I am sure it was a misunderstanding. My friend Miranda thinks like me as well."
And then she left. Magnus continued his work, happy that at least there were still some people at the school that believed in his innocence.
Remembering
Author: Illyria
Date: 05-12-19 08:55
Working a mid-morning patrol shift in Hogsmeade, Illyria drank hot tea from a thermos. She felt the very beginnings of a cold coming on: slightly scratchy throat, nose that was both runny and stuffy, and just a general weariness. The thermos helped soothe her throat and clear her nasal passages, but she wasn't sure it would be enough to reverse the cold. Hopefully, it would remain rather mild, if anything.
The fresh air was nice. The sun, shining brighter and brighter with each passing hour was raising the temperature to pleasantly warm. It was the perfect day for a Hogsmeade trip. If only Illyria were feeling better.
Oh, well. She hadn't come to Hogsmeade to play but rather to work. Teachers were always assigned to patrol the visits to the village, but things were a bit more serious this time around, what with the raid on the Death Eater compound having happened just last month. The status and location of the Death Eaters was currently unknown, which made everyone feel a bit uneasy. Illyria had her eyes peeled for trouble of any kind.
She was comforted to know that it wasn't just teachers patrolling Hogsmeade. There were law enforcement officers around, too. Some were in plain robes, and some weren't, making them easy to flag down if needed.
Illyria was hopeful that the many unknowns regarding the dark wizards of Britain would soon get answered. The next generation of Joneses would be starting at Hogwarts next school year. Illyria really wanted a safer world for Alexandra, who she suspected would be a Ravenclaw or maybe a Gryffindor.
Alexandra had been born while her parents had been on the run from Snatchers. After fleeing England, she'd lived in France before moving to Mumbai. She and her parents returned to England just shy of ten years ago. Alexandra may have been an infant during the toughest time of her life, and while she wouldn't remember any of it, she'd definitely been a brave baby girl.
Illyria wandered over to a newspaper dispenser situated on the sidewalk and glanced at the front cover on display through the glass window. There was nothing visible on any of the events from ten years ago, which were fresh on anyone's mind who had experienced them, thanks to the rampant news coverage lately.
Ten years ago last month, Illyria and Marzi escaped from Community 14-15-14. They fled to the United States and remained there until Erigone and Urania tracked her down and took her to Mumbai, where the Jones family had safely gathered. That was where Illyria first met her baby niece Alexandra.
How could something that happened so long ago seem as if it had happened only yesterday? Illyria sighed to herself and hoped that something as terrible as the Pureblood Movement never, ever happened again.
(Chloe) Virtuous
Author: Mildred
Date: 05-12-19 10:38
"Let's go to the Quidditch workshop!" Ruth demanded, entering the dormitory.
Chloe was finishing adjusting her hair. She had put it up on a bun and she was making sure there were no stray hairs.
"I can't," Chloe said. "Hospital Wing duty."
"But it's so good outside! Can't you cancel it?"
"No," Chloe declared, happy with her severe but practical hairstyle. "I have a commitment with Madam Pomfrey."
"You are so…so…" Ruth was missing the word.
"Virtuous," Alectrona completed. She was seated on her bed, doing some of her needle work.
"Huh?" Ruth asked confused.
Alectrona explained the meaning of the word to Ruth. Chloe blushed a little bit, saying she was just doing what she felt it was right. At home, her parents had thought her the value of charity and serving the ones in need. At Hogwarts there weren't exactly any poor people she could assist, but there were those who were sick. She had shyly approached Madam Pomfrey and during some weekends she would visit the Hospital Wing to bring conform to those in need. Sometimes she would read aloud to the sick or injured students, others she would just chat with, or play cards or wizarding chess. She also filled their glasses with water, or changed the decorative flowers on their bed stands. There were some who refused her company, and during those occasions she just helped Madam Pomfrey in other tasks. She told Chloe that she would make a good nurse, but the reason why she did all this was because she felt she needed some kind of atonement for being so disconnected from her old life and her father's church. She didn't do this because she actually liked it, only because it made her feel less guilty for being at Hogwarts and learning magic.
Chloe consulted her watch and declared she was already late. It was a wonderful day outside and while everyone else was relaxing she was going to do some good to the world. That made her feel that her sacrifice was even bigger, and it made her feel even better.
"I need to go. Why don't you take Alectrona with you to the Quidditch Workshop?" Chloe suggested.
She left the dormitory hearing Ruth already pestering Alectrona, trying to convince her to go outside.
(Malden) Team DE Meeting
Author: Minerva McGonagall
Date: 05-13-19 18:18
Malden and Asher entered Brews & Stews and went to the back room, where they found most but not all of the other members of Team Delta Echo gathered. Maurice pointed to the empty seat next to him and indicated for Malden to sit there. Malden exchanged a brief look with Asher, who went to sit next to Belinda. A few minutes later, Bruno entered the room with Titus. Once everyone was accounted for, Maurice stood up from his seat at the head of the table.
"I'm sure you all know that this is a difficult time for our kind," Maurice said. "I want to assure you that although some of our allies did not go free, the rest have assembled in a safe place provided by me."
"What kind of place?" Malden interjected. It steamed him a little that Maurice was at the head of the table and not him. Hadn't his grandfather put him in charge of the group?
Maurice smiled and said, "I will tell you, but it will come with a price. Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes, I want to know!" Belinda was the first to exclaim.
"Fine." Maurice drew his wand and stepped around to Belinda. "Give me your hand."
Belinda boldly held out her right hand. Maurice took it and pointed his wand at her palm. He uttered a spell, which simultaneously cut open her palm and also infused magic that would prevent her from discussing the new Death Eater hideout with anyone but those assembled in the restaurant today. Belinda gasped slightly, but she didn't shed a single tear, and before the blood could drip down her hand, Maurice healed her wound.
"Can't have you lot going back to Hogwarts with matching cuts on your palms. Who's next?"
One by one, the Delta Echo members submitted to the spell, even Titus, who only did it because of his curiosity to know what was going on with the Death Eaters.
When it was done, Maurice sat back down and explained, "My grandfather died and left me his house. I gave it to the Dark Lord in his time of need and have been subsequently rewarded."
"How so?" Malden asked.
Maurice looked intensely smug for a moment, and then he rolled up the sleeve of his right arm. He turned it so that his forearm was prominent, showing off his Dark Mark.
"Wicked!" Bruno exclaimed.
Maurice pulled down his sleeve and said, "Yes, well you seventh years can expect to be tested soon. Malden…"
Malden looked his way.
"I think you should tell them about Sam. They have a right to know."
Malden didn't like being put on the spot, but he realized his grandfather's arrest had been in the news, and though there was no reason to put two and two together, he might as well enlightened the group.
"The reason Sam isn't at this meeting is because he was an alias my grandfather Menelaus McGonagall used to encourage us to start this group. Apparently, he was under investigation and was arrested after the Death Eater raid. I don't think they know about us."
"They don't," Maurice said, "or they have no proof, anyway. Malden's grandfather was under investigation because he was believed to be recruiting underage wizards to the Death Eaters, but those idiot investigators never did figure it out, or Malden would already be behind bars."
Malden shot Maurice a sour look, but Maurice ignored him. "Just be careful, all right? We don't want to accidentally ruin what Malden's grandfather started for us, do we?"
The assembled group shook their heads.
"One last thing," Maurice said, turning back to Malden. "You need to choose a successor, someone who can be the point person at Hogwarts after you graduate. Who should it be?"
Malden looked around the room. His eyes settled on Belinda. She would be a fifth year next term, which wasn't too young and would also give her several years in the role.
"Belinda," he answered, "if she wants."
At The Workshop
Author: Viktor Krum
Date: 05-13-19 20:33
Taking a break from working with some students interested in honing their Quidditch seeking skills, Viktor selects a ham salad sandwich, grapes, and a bag of crisps from the refreshments table. Moving along to the drinks he picks a bottle of raspberry flavored water. Turning to walk over to a good spot to sit while eating he finds himself face-to-face with Theodosia.
"How is the ring course?" he asks her of the obstacle course set with stationary rings, rotating rings, and rings that constantly change size.
"Great! A couple of the first years have posted excellent times. You might want to talk with them about trying out for the race team you've talked about putting together."
From time to time some of the Hogwarts students have participated in broom racing events but the school has no official team as yet. Viktor would love to have one for the 2013-2014 school year. He's got a proposal put together. He wants to polish a little before submitting it next week.
"If a race team is approved, would you have room in your schedule to assist?"
"If we could work around the Chimaeras practice and match schedule, sure."
"Excellent. Marjani wants to help as well, also as her schedule allows. I don't think I've said thank you yet for helping today. I thought you had plans so was surprised when you came with her this morning."
"I had had plans with someone but he cancelled."
"Oh. Sorry to hear but as we benefit from your assistance, maybe not too sorry."
Theodosia laughs then turns serious. "He cancelled because I told him I found out he's married and refused to be the other woman."
Viktor's expression turns somber. "I am sorry," he tells her, this time truly meaning it. "You deserve better."
"Thanks." Her expression becomes impish. "You could cheer me up by taking me out for an expensive dinner where I will splurge and have two desserts."
Viktor grins. "You're on. Tonight?"
"I'm just kidding."
"I know."
Theodosia finds herself laughing again. "All right then. Tonight it is," she agrees, happy that their friendship isn't as in tatters as it was once.
Question Writer (Margaret)
Author: Furnella Hodfuffer
Date: 05-14-19 19:34
Strolling along eating a lemon ice Margaret confesses to Augusta Rushworth, "I feel like I should be holed up in the library or in my dorm studying for the OWLs."
Augusta pauses in eating her own ice, orange mango flavor. "I feel like I've been studying for them forever. I'm ready to have them done so I can sleep for days."
"When you think about it, we have been getting ready for them since the first day of classes first year."
Augusta casts her a sidelong glance. "My brain hurts too much from OWL prep and keeping up with classes to hear deep thoughts." She stops to toss now empty container from her fruit ice into a bin. "Return to Hogwarts and get in some studying or go to the bakery and get another sweet?"
Margaret closes her eyes and runs a hand over her face. "You ask the tough questions. You should go to work for whoever it is that writes the OWL and NEWT examination questions."
Augusta giggles. "Sweets it is then. Say, do you think anyone ever sets out to do that when leaving Hogwarts?"
"Write exam questions you mean?"
"Yeah. I mean, I can't imagine taking NEWT courses with the plan of becoming a question writer for the exams. Do you think there are some who do though?"
"There's probably been at least one person. Because it involves knowledge and probably research, you'd think the person would have been a Ravenclaw but I'm betting that person was Slytherin."
"Why's that?"
"An old style Slytherin like we've heard about, the sort who'd enjoy having power over others and tormenting them."
Augusta's head tilts to one side as she thinks about Margaret's assessment. Finally, she says, "Okay, I can see that."
By this time they've reached Briar's Bakery. By some miracle the line isn't that bad so they soon have their sweets, a slice of chocolate salted caramel cake for Augusta and lime chiffon cake for Margaret. Taking their snacks outside to find a spot to sit in the park between the library and the daycare, the two friends pick up their conversation where they'd left off.
"I think if I wrote questions for the OWL, I'd do the ones for Arithmancy & Divination."
Augusta's statement has Margaret nearly spitting up the drink she'd gotten to go with her cake. When her giggling is under control she points out, "But you don't even take that class."
Augusta flips her hair. "I know. I figure as part of the torment I'd make for the fifth years taking it would be to write questions as only someone with a vague understanding of the course could write."
Margaret snorts with laughter again. "Are you sure you aren't an old style Slytherin in disguise?"
Augusta grins her at, her expression all the more comical thanks to a smear of chocolate on her upper lip. "What about you? What would you write?"
"History of Magic," Margaret replies without hesitation.
"Why history?"
"So I could throw in some past events from other places such as who was the third head of the Magical Congress of the United States of America and dates that they wouldn't have covered in class such as what important world event took place 13 July 1998?"
Augusta's face scrunches up. "Thirteenth of July. In 1998. Wait! Isn't that your birthday?"
"Yes."
Margaret looks at Augusta who stares opened mouthed at her for a moment before she doubles over with a peal of laughter. "And you think I'd be the evil one as a question writer."
Margaret returns Augusta's grin and takes a bite of her cake, still feeling like she should be studying for the OWLs but oh so glad she's taken a break from work, work, work to have a little fun before the truly big push to prepare for the exams begins.
(Arielle) Madam Puddifoot's
Author: Jolyon
Date: 05-15-19 18:35
Arielle didn't immediately suspect that Titus had an ulterior motive for taking her to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Room. She thought they were there to break up couples being too amorous or to catch someone in the act of using a love potion on another person.
It was only when they were seated at a cozy table for two, drinking tea and sharing a large slice of strawberry shortcake, that Arielle twigged to the fact that something else might be going on. Titus seemed nervous. He kept rubbing his palm as if there was an itchy wound there. She had a feeling he wanted to ask her out, but she decided to pretend as if she had no idea.
"Did something happen at your meeting with the band?" she asked.
Titus shook his head. "We just talked about what will happen next year, since so many of us are graduating."
Arielle nodded as if she understood, but she didn't. The band was exclusive but had a least a dozen members. There were too many secrets swirling around it, which also didn't make any sense. At least Titus didn't seem as obsessed with the band as Malden was. Maybe he would make a better boyfriend.
Arielle hadn't thought about Titus as boyfriend material until now, though. They made a good team as Head Girl and Head Boy, and they got along well. It was entirely possible they were compatible in other ways, too.
Titus finally seemed to muster up the courage. He put his fork down and asked, "Arielle, will you be my girlfriend?"
"Are you sure you want to burden yourself with a girlfriend right ahead of the NEWT exams?" Arielle teased.
Titus looked a bit startled to not get the "Yes!" or "No!" reaction he anticipated, but he managed to nod and reply, "We're both very disciplined. I'm sure a change in status won't affect our study habits too greatly. Besides, I like you a lot. I have for a long time."
Arielle smiled and actually blushed a little. "Okay, Titus. I'll be your girlfriend."
The rest of their time at the tea shop was spent making eyes at each other as so many couples were prone to do in that establishment. When they left, they held hands, and did so all the way back up to the castle.
Poop
Author: Sirius Padfoot Black
Date: 05-15-19 19:47
Mira hops up as soon as she sees Sirius, Regulus in hand, coming through the Hogwarts main gate. He's finished a patrol in Hogsmeade, picked up Reg, and is looking forward to sitting down to eat. Drucilla worked at Saucy! part of the day and has taken Zaria to a birthday party. Knowing they'd be gone for the evening Sirius had told Mira and James that if they wanted Reg and he would have dinner in the Great Hall with them or, if they preferred, just the four of them in his office. They'd picked the Great Hall, probably because there would be a greater variety to choose from, especially the puddings, than if they'd eaten in his office.
"Mira!" Reg delightedly exclaims.
Mira starts to hug her little brother only to step back and do a double take. Though she saw him only a few days ago, a perk of having a parent who teaches at Hogwarts, she thinks he looks taller. She squints her eyes and cocks her head first to one side and then to the other. "Have you grown, Reg?"
As Regulus nods, Sirius tells her, "Apparently, he has. This morning his clothes seemed smaller and his shoes were all too tight. James still at the workshop?"
Mira nods. "He's been having fun racing on the obstacle courses. He probably won't come down until Coach Krum says he has to." She cuts her eyes towards the gates. "You could take me to get some ice cream or cake while we wait for him."
"You know better, Mira."
"You're a professor. You could break the rules and no one would say anything."
The assuredness of her statement has Sirius guffawing. "If Professor McGonagall or Professor Flitwick learned I'd taken a student to Hogsmeade for an ice cream cone I'd get an earful. You can count on that."
"But I'm not just any student. I'm your daughter."
"That would make it worse."
"How?"
"It just would. For me to take you off the grounds I'd have to have a good reason and would need to inform the headmistress or the deputy headmaster."
Mira rolls her eyes. "Fine. Whatever. I just wanted some special time with my dad is all."
"You can't guilt me into taking you off the grounds just to get a sweet."
Reg decides to chime in now. "I want ice cream."
Sirius scoops his youngest up then offers a hand to Mira. "We'll see if there's ice cream at the Great Hall."
Under her breath Mira mutters under her breath thinking that if she'd asked one of the other male professors and used just the right tone, the part of her that's Veela would kick in and have him agreeing. She'd have gotten to go into Hogsmeade with the older crowd and not gotten in trouble for going off the grounds. Today was the last Hogsmeade Saturday of the term and when first trip of the next school year gets here, she'll be eligible as a third year, taking the fun out of getting to go as a second year. Why didn't she try this before today? Poop.
Rather than push the issue and be overtly petulant, risking a detention from her own father, Mira answers in a conversational tone when he asks, "What did you do at the workshop?"