talons and teeth and wings to fly

I am officially now a single woman. Out with the old and all of that.

This school is so pathetic. A few bees and you're crying like babies.

While you all were whining and being soft, Hooch and I got the Apiary fixed all up. Now some of you geniuses want to help get the bees out of the kitchens? Or is that too much for you?

[Warded to Hooch]

So I was thinking about last night.

This has been a wretched holiday. I cannot wait to get back to school.

So.

The Forbidden Forest. Not all hijinks and snowball fights but the near death experience was aces.

And I have detention forever now. Lucky for me I like polishing things till I can see my face in them. Really, we didn't mean to get lost. It was just snowing so much and it was very difficult to see the path, and I thought we would freeze together forever and die like that poor pathetic girl with the matches. Fin, curtains fall on a scene of the young lovers sleeping the endless sleep curled up in each other's arms and surrounded by ice and snow.

Also I am in the hospital wing, Professor Slughorn, sorry I missed your party but the nurse is currently trying to ensure I don't lose my feet. I wouldn't say no to some wine.

[JW]

They won't let me see you, why won't they let me see you? Also, this is all your fault.

Good show on that Snitch, Hooch.

[Ravenclaw Quidditch]

That game should have been ours. What happened out there on the pitch? I did my part. The chasers did their part. It was sheer LUCK that Hooch got the snitch and not you, Josef.

I'm going to be crying in the showers for a while. A long long while.

This had better not happen on our next game. If I was captain

Nothing I love more than a little full contact Ground Quidditch. Nice way to pass the time and blow off some steam from being cooped up like rats in a trap. Hooch, next time I want you on my team.

Also good show on the drill, everyone. I know I feel safer now.

My brother Dylan is already a Broomsman in the BAMF. If this conscription effort does go through, exactly how many Morgans would they have to take before they were satisfied?

Wagers on how many girls rush into marriages to get out of having to serve. I don't imagine they'll conscript women and men until we're at least of age though. At least I hope they'd have the sense not to. Although that really doesn't help you seventh years if you're not keen on a fight, does it?

Suppose I ought to pay more attention at Duelling Club. Although Moody says I'd be a fine broomsman, I'd rather be playing Quidditch than fighting the Krauts.

I love Fridays. I am in the library making crafts for my secret special Christmas Pal. The problem is there are so many ways I can make a paper airplane. I cannot pick just one. Abraxas Malfoy, you are one lucky sod.

( Only Casually Warded Doodles, easily broken. )

O'Neill you want to teach me how to play Footsie? I have a free afternoon.

[Private to John]

Honestly. If you are trying to get out of taking me to this dance monstrosity of Olive's by being crippled by a Bludger at the convenient moment you have another thing coming. What on earth were you doing that you were hit?

[Warded to Moody, Willis, Sprout, Scrimgeour, Hooch, Josef, and Mira, and STAN]

In honour of this most glorious of all most glorious days - during which the Quidditch equipment was let loose to wreck havoc on the school and certain frail members of Slytherin house as is its apparent destiny - I propose that we all wear nose bandages to the Great Hall for breakfast in the morning tomorrow. Scrimgeour, this doesn't include you as I understand you are recovering from head trauma. Which explains a great deal.

To show our support of the Princess's sacrifice, of course. All the firsties must be grateful she thrust her face in front of that Bludger to save their ickle lives.

I don't suppose they'd let us fly about on our brooms in the castle in an effort to round up the snitches, do you?

Hope your arm is better, Willis.

There is a reason only a select and elite few play Quidditch. Apparently the rest of you lack any sort of grace or physical athleticism whatsoever. I haven't seen such a pathetic display of dodging and girlish squealing since the last Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin game. Piece of advice, if a Bludger comes at you, duck.

Also, for the record, John Savage you have gotten on my last nerve for the final time. Please stop begging me to take you back in public. It is embarrassing and beneath you and especially me.

[Warded to Ravenclaw Quidditch]

That was brilliant. Too bad we cannot organize Peeves to such a demonstration before our next match against Slytherin. I would give my right arm (temporarily and theoretically at least) to see Abraxas Malfoy gambol like that again. This has been the highlight of my week.

( out or we'll start swinging. )