Susan looked at the clock, surprised to find it was late in the afternoon. They'd received a glut of orders recently and the time spent brewing had made the last several days fly by. More than once she and Severus had worked until quite late in the evening, trying to keep up with demand. They needed a break. Hanging her smock on its wall, she wandered over to where Severus was working and hopped up...
Title: No Nargles. Rating: PG Word Count: 518 Characters: Susan Bones, Lysander Scamander, Lorcan Scamander Prompt: 001. Blind Summary: During their fourth year, Susan makes the slightest of mistakes. Warnings/Notes: Founders AU, written when I should be asleep. Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling. A ring of flowers dangled down in front...
...gents, it's snowingin Dublin. On a 29th of October. Janey Mack... Not that I'm not happy about it, on the contrary. It's brilliant. Even if the ground's too wet, so the snow melts right away. Susan says this cold weather we're having these days (-3 last night) might bring data to support my theory that climate change's going to turn Ireland into...Little Alaska. I've regularly compared the...
Susansurprised me with an owl and a visit. We had a visit that was too short, but I shared some ideas that I hope will help out. Only time will see and I'm a happy wizard since I get to see her tonight too!
...read the letter... Dear Ernie, Do you have a few minutes to spare today? I’ve been wanting to expand the studio and I’d like your opinion on a few things. Hope you have a moment or two free, Susan Bless the beautiful witch that I love. She’s just saved me from a two-hour study session. Today, I really need a break from my routine.I take my pen in hand and begin to write… Dear Susan, ...
In between owls from Ernie, lesson plans, the studio books and classes at The Musical Notebook, I've found a few minutes here and there to dream about the future of my studio. And tonight, after spilling the beans to Justin and Padma the other day, I actually do something about my plans.
The clock reads half-past eight in the evening. The studio is quiet, as is Diagon Alley. Ernie’s come and gone with Brio, so it’s just me and the owls. I haven’t gone home tonight because I have so much...I need to get home before Father does--I don't want him or Mum worrying about me--so to business. I Summon another several sheets of parchment and begin my letters to Mr Lofting and Madam Marchbanks
