Gryffgirl

One of the problems that Vinnie had was when she made a decision, but could not think of the proper words to express it.  She had played out the scenario countless times in her head.  She would meet with Sebastian in Professor McGonagall’s office.  She wouldn’t be alone, of course.  Professor McGonagall would be there and so would Professor Severus Snape.  Sebastian would be seated to the right of Professor McGonagall’s desk, as he had been when she had first met him.  She would stride towards him with purposeful, measured steps.  He would rise from his chair, and say: “Well, then Vinnie, my girl, what shall it be?R

One of the problems that Vinnie had was when she made a decision, but could not think of the proper words to express it.  She had played out the scenario countless times in her head.  She would meet with Sebastian in Professor McGonagall’s office.  She wouldn’t be alone, of course.  Professor McGonagall would be there and so would Professor Severus Snape.  Sebastian would be seated to the right of Professor McGonagall’s desk, as he had been when she had first met him.  She would stride towards him with purposeful, measured steps.  He would rise from his chair, and say: “Well, then Vinnie, my girl, what shall it be?R

A Moscow winter was never picturesque, the way it appeared in the photos featuring  a snowy St. Basil's which were sold as postcards for tourists.  The air was gray and damp, as were the streets, sky and buildings.  The snow quickly formed into a gray slush on the sidewalk, ruining the expensive boots of those who were foolish enough to wear them. The grayness did not bother Svetlana, at least not today.  She preferred a beautiful summer or autumn in the countryside, but for the moment the grayness gave her the perfect camouflage for the task at hand.   She walked at a leisurely pace among the other pedestrians, or that was how it would a

No regrets, Father-- I enjoyed it!

Dolores Umbridge yawned and stretched under the thick green and silver comforter.  She strained her ears for sound, but the girls' dormitory was silent.  She parted the heavy green curtains which surrounded her four-poster bed and surveyed the room.  The other beds were empty.  Her roommates had already gone to breakfast. Dolores' gaze rested on the large, long-haired orange cat which was snoozing at the foot of her bed.  She swiftly grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and yanked it towards her.   The cat made a wild, desperate struggle to elude her grasp, but it was all in vain.  He had been declawed and his teeth had been filed down.  Res

Most students spent the Easter holidays away from Hogwarts quietly at home with their families; a select few traveled to warmer locations to rest and enjoy time away from their studies.  The Renard brothers did neither, for Easter week meant cleaning and preparing Coral Cottage for the spring and summer months ahead. R.J., who had a particular loathing for physical labor, had been the first one to complain. "Why do we have to clean it?  It's Granny's house!" "Yes, and your grandmother very generously allows us to use it for summer holidays," Greta replied calmly as she buttered a slice of toast for Pandora. "It's our school holiday!  We s