WHO: Septy and Ceddy.
WHEN: VALENTINE'S DAY.
WHAT: A trip to St. Mungo's!

He knew it, he just knew it! Cedrella was sick before, and hadn't done anything on the matter, and of course she was sick again! And Septimus had told her, he had said for her to go and get looked at by a healer. But did she? Of course she didn't. And now, Septimus was on his way over, leaving the broom behind entirely and deciding to Apparate instead. It was quicker and Cedrella didn't like riding on the broom, anyway.

After telling Cedrella to be ready, or as ready as she could be, Septimus slipped on his cloak and grabbed a handful of knuts and sickles, just in case. Sliding his wand into his concealed pocket, he slid out the door and with a CRACK, he'd gone. The plan was to sneak into the house, and by any means necessary, get Cedrella out. How well it would go was yet to be seen.

( Identical owls to Callidora, Cedrella and Lucretia Black )

( Owls sent to Harfang, Algie, Enid, Agnes, Mr. Prewett, Kevin, Druella, Lucretia, Geoffrey, Myrtle, Glynnis, and essentially anybody else who's ever spoken to Pippa kindly. )

( anonymous owl to lucretia black )

( OWL TO SEPTIMUS WEASLEY )

Who: Callidora and Harfang
Where: The foot of the staircase, Great Hall, Hogwarts
When: Monday evening, seven-thirty.
What: Rounds!
Why: Sara wants to have some sort of vague, business-like relationship established- since they HAVE been in school together for SEVEN YEARS- before the shit hits the fan with Cedrella and Dora finds herself affianced to a Longbottom.

At seven twenty-five on the dot, Callidora Black appeared at the foot of the staircase. Evening it might have been, but her blouse and skirt were perfectly pressed and no hair on her head was askew; neither did she sit on a step to await her partner, or even lean. Her posture was ramrod-perfect. The Head Girl would keep up appearances no matter what, thank you very much.

Not that she relished the idea of doing rounds with the Longbottom boy. She didn't mind his company, certainly, but he was far from a friend, barely even a peer, really, and that only because his family had managed to retain its purity minus any wealth or dignity. And she'd been planning to spend the evening quietly, finish up some assignments, that sort of thing. But a Head Girl had to do what a Head Girl had to do. She glanced at the clock- not impatient, of course, that wasn't becoming, but not terribly pleased to stand here waiting either.

( Left in a box marked 'FOR KEVIN' in the Gryffindor Common Room. )

WHO. Augusta Avery and Geoffrey Longbottom.
WHAT. Searching for a lost, horrifically ugly brooch.
WHEN. Sunday evening, Jan. 17th.
WHERE. Gryffindor Tower. (shh!!)

( Ever since she got back after the Holidays, nothing was going right. )