Caleb Eidelberg

Well, happy birthday to me.

Parvati:

Listen, love, I know you'll probably have no idea of what's happened, and even if you do know you might not be able to tell us, but... Seamus' girlfriend is in a real panic wondering what happened to him. Can you tell me anything that might put her at ease?

Private:

She'll never do that do me, will she? It's heartbreaking seeing Katie like this. I don't know if I could handle it happening to me.

Private to Yue:

Oh shit. Yue, I'm so sorry. I'm a total prat. Are you all right?

Private to Parvati:

Are you all right, love? What happened?

Where the hell did that smoke come from?

Today's valuable lesson: some people don't like constructive criticism.

I'm feeling rather light-headed. I better do what Pomfrey says and lie down before I start seeing purple hippopotamuses (hippopotami?) dancing over my







Oh look, there they are.

Hufflepuffs:

Does anyone know what's wrong with Julian?

Julian, Yue, Nathan, Molly:

It seems like tea is a danger to wizarding society. That, or the Carrows make a profit from Madam Puddyfoot's sales and don't like it that I might also drink from other brands.

Oh, all right, other things have been nicked, and it's a bit more frustrating to see those gone. I'm not going to get into too much detail about that, though.

Oh, Zacharias. I never knew.

Julian:

Did you read what Neville Longbottom wrote about Xeno?

Parvati:

How are you, love?

No, wait, don't answer that. After what you've been through, I don't want you to strain your hand even more replying to me. Meet me near the entrance to my common room as soon as you can. I'll see if Julian can get me some murtlap essence for it, if Pomfrey hasn't given it to you already.

Private to Parvati:

Happy birthday, love.

Private to Parvati, Julian, Yue, Nathan, Moira and Molly:

Does any of you know what happened to Luna?

Call me naive, but I find it very hard to believe that whoever cast that jinx yesterday managed to watch that spectacle and remained silent.

After what they did to Parvati

Actually, now that I think about it, I can believe it. I'm just disgusted.

Private to Parvati:

I know what you're going to say, but I can't help but feel sorry that I'm no longer sitting at the table with you. Or wish that we were switching places.

At least the holidays are coming, right?

Private to Moira:

So, our party. What should we start doing, and who do you think we should talk to about it?

Private:

Those bastards. Those fucking, miserable bastards. I'll murder them.

Parvati:

Why didn't you tell me you were in the DA?

I'll see those bastards pay for what they've done to you.

Where are you? We need to I need to see you.

Private to Nathan, Molly, Moira and Morag:

All right, everybody. I think we should talk about what we can do for the funeral. Should each of us do their own thing, or should we combine forces? And if we decide for the latter, what can we do? If we want to pay our respects to Yue's parents, I think we should do it now. After everything he and Minnie went through, I doubt either of them will feel comfortable with further tributes once they're back. I know I wouldn't.

There are no words. That was just twisted.

Chase, mate, I'm sorry.

Still alive and kicking. Sorry to disappoint you.

Private to Julian, Yue and Nathan:

Sooo, it seems like Parvati and I are officially dating.

Private to Nathan:

And I've heard you two have had a rather interesting conversation about me - or part of me, anyway. Anything you'd like to share on that matter, mate?

Ahh, the joys of music. Dorian, you have the voice of an angel.

Private:

This is just

Fuck. Moira was right in trying to leave. It's impossible to just sit here and do nothing while decent people are BEING MURDERED and their deaths are treated like something of no consequence, "oh just a mudblood criminal who attacked a wizard home". Bollocks. Kevin was a decent bloke who wouldn't have hurt a fly.

And what about Jillian? What happened to her? It KILLS me that people I care about are going through hell and NOBODY CARES.

And I just know that old bat is going to talk shit about Kevin and his uncle (and probably Jillian too) in class and I'll have to sit and nod like a perfect little boy and keep my mouth shut. I don't know if I can manage it, but I also know it will be very hard to skip Muggle Studies no matter how sick I feel with all this crap. Choir is out of the question, though.

I'm not feeling well.

Private to Moira:

What happened? Are you all right?

Private to Moira, Julian, Yue, Wayne, Su and Nathan:

You know, something has just occurred to me: I remember reading a book when I was little about an alternate world where wizards were persecuted by muggles until a powerful warlock helped a group of kids realize that Guy Fawkes was to blame for that whole mess. Something tells me that pretty soon the female Carrow will be reading excerpts of this book in her class - never mind that it's a work of fiction and that it was written by a muggle...

Yesterday was incredible. Michael, you truly are a genius.

Private to Saffy, Molly and Moira:

You're taking Potions, right? Has Slughorn been acting weird lately? Well, weirder than usual, I mean. Helga, I hope it's not what I think it is...

Private to Julian and Nathan:

I have the feeling I have one one of you to thank for telling Parvati I fancy her.

Private:

Everybody is still on edge. I can't say I blame them, as this is not just the game but a lot of situations snowballing. I wish everybody would start focusing on what's ahead rather than what happened. But then again, when you have homework like that pile of nonsense we had to write for so-called Muggle Studies today, what's ahead doesn't seem so appetising, does it?

Private to Hufflepuffs:

I have some of my special tea and an extra dose of my gran's butter biscuits. Anyone interested in joining me?

Private to Nathan:

You all right, mate?

Has the world gone mad?

Wait, don't answer that.