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For the third time since entering his hidden study room, Danny double checked the table he had set. Gerti had helped him with the food, of course, but the rest of the arrangements he had seen to himself.

As the young man was turning the vase of flowers slightly to present a better view of the blooms to Rose, the doorway began to form with the bricks. Danny straightened his tie and turned to smile at Ambrosia.

The sight of Danny –tie, kilt, and all– after her long day of searching, hoping, waiting, and more searching, left Rose standing frozen in the doorway. She stared at him, barely able to take it all in, let alone find something intelligent to say.

Danny stepped around the table and offered his hand to Rose. “Happy birthday, hen.”

“Danny… I…” She took his hand, unaware that she was trem...

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Danny woke early on Tuesday, well before the sun had come up. On an ordinary day he would still be sprawled under his covers, but today wasn’t an ordinary day. It was Valentines Day, and more importantly it was Ambrosia Sheridan’s birthday. And Danny had a plan.

Quietly he dug into his trunk and pulled out a heart-shaped card. He had been working on this for the last two weeks, and it was time to get things started. He had considered sending Monkey in to deliver the first note, but decided against it. He wanted to do it all himself, and he knew exactly how he would accomplish it.

With a slight twisting shudder, the Ravenclaw’s form morphed into that of a squirrel...

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Tom sat at his usual corner seat in the library. He tapped his quill on the table as he waited for his appointment.

“Brither,” Danny said as he slid into a chair opposite the Gryffindor. “Sae whit dae ye hiv fer ideas?”

Tom gave Danny an evil grin, “Ah well sir,” he said in a haughty fake accent, “on today’s menu we have,” he flicked through a few pieces of parchment, “Leprechaun mummies?”

Danny cocked an eyebrow. “When did their luck run oot?” He pulled out a notebook of his own. “Whit aboot ‘Britain’s Secret School of Magic’?”

“Interesting…” Tom said as he nodded his head, “but where is it?”

Danny shrugged. “Ah dinnaekin, Wales? Camelot?”

“I like Camelot,” he held up his hands in front of him, “The Merlin School of Magical Mastery.”

The Ravenclaw added Tom’s notes and circled the entry...

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Tommy sat on the edge of Danny’s bed and took a look around hospital wing. Kat had been taken by her parents to St. Mungo’s a few hours earlier. “So lad,” he turned back to Danny, giving the American Scot a sideways smile, “How you feeling?”

The Ravenclaw blinked slowly and yawned as he looked back and forth between his friends. “Whit th’ Hell happened?” he asked his brothers. “Ah remember the Great Hall but…” He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers experimentally. The movement was jerky, almost like a nervous twitch. “Whit happened?”

“Ye wis poisoned.” Orlando was seated in a chair beside the hospital bed, slouched so low his head rested on the back of it. “The lat o ye. It wis slipped intae a few o the dishes an…” His shoulders shrugged a little...

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Forster was doing his usual mid morning rounds. Having a free period meant he could help patrol the halls, which he was more than happy to do. He flipped his wand off-handedly as he walked down the Defense Against the Dark Arts corridor.

It was quiet down the hall, with no mid morning classes, but that was usually when trouble could happen. As he walked down, he thought he heard the sounds of yelling toward Professor Qasim’s office. Curious as to what would be causing the all the yelling, The Hufflepuff prefect crept closer to the Professor’s door. The closer he got to the door, the louder he felt his footsteps got. He started to shuffle his feet, sliding along the stone more and more toward the door...

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Qasim sat in his office. The flaming sconces on the wall flickered the gently quivering spots of light around, but the room remained heavy with its dark shadows. The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor steepled his fingers and looked down at the piece of parchment on his desk. His nostrils flared a little as he took a deep breath and sighed it away.

A knock rang from his door. “Come in.” He did not look up.

“You sent for us, Professor?” Tommy stepped into the room followed closely by Laun Orris-Whitmoor.

“I did.” Amen Qasim gestured to the chairs in front of him with an open palm. “Sit. Please.”

Laun took a seat quickly and Tom followed suit.

“What can we do for you, Professor?” Laun smiled widely.

Qasim folded his hands in front of him and looked at the two young men...

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“I do apologize Albus,” the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher inclined his head toward Dumbledore, “I am needed in London all this week in order to give testimony in front of the Wizengamot in the trial of Thaddeus Morquette.”

“Ah yes,” the old wizard nodded gravely, “The so called last Death Eater, or at least if we were to believe the Daily Prophet.” A twinkle came to Dumbledore’s eyes as he smiled. “Which of course, I don’t.”

The African Wizard gave a low guttural laugh. “As you have made abundantly clear In our many, many years of friendship Albus. But my testimony is certainly needed and warranted to determine guilt or innocence, therefore I shall need to be there.”

“Of course, my dear Amen. Jurisprudence must always win the day...

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Dawn broke over Gryffindor tower, and particularly the sixth-year girl’s dormitory, entirely too bright and early for at least one occupant. Ceilidh tossed about, trying in vain to go back to sleep. After another half hour of cursing the tiny ray of light that streamed through a chink in her bed curtains, finding her eyes no matter how she tried to avoid it, the redhead finally gave up the ghost and got out of bed.

Finally dressed, the redhead stomped down the stairs and into the common room.

“Morning.” Tom smiled as he looked over an open daily prophet at his girlfriend.

Céilidh grumbled as she slumped into one of the couches. “Coffee afore ah hex ye.”

Tom rolled his eyes and flicked his wand...

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The view of the grounds from the Ravenclaw dorm window revealed a nice blanket of snow. The perfect snow for snowman building, thought Danny. He grabbed a heavy coat and the scarf Nicolette had knitted him and dashed down the stairs.

The common room was almost completely empty, save for Rose who had quill in hand and was busily scratching at a roll of parchment. Danny grinned as a thought entered his head.

“Hey Rose…”

“Yes, Danny?” The tiny blonde set her quill aside and looked up at him.

“What’re ye workin’ on?” he asked leaning against the couch. “Ah wis gauntae gae ootside an’ mebbes build a snowman or somethin’.”

Very deliberately laying her arm across her parchment, a teasing smile blossomed across Rose’s face. “Well… I’d hate to think of you all alone out in the cold…”

Danny twirled ...

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It was a usual morning weekday morning in the great hall as Tommy and Céildh walked blearily into the Great Hall. Tom stifled a yawn as he and Céilidh sat down at the Gryffindor table.

“You were up late.” Bill said with a laugh. “Long night of studying?” His eyebrow arched suggestively.

“If you must know,” Tom said with sleepy grumble, “We were up late working on some new strategies for our game with Hufflepuff coming up.”

“So that’s what they’re calling it these days.” Bill grinned mischievously until Céilidh’s foot connected with his shin.

“It’s tay early fur ye tae be an arse.” Céilidh snarled as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

“Okay, okay.” The redheaded prefect laughed as he rubbed his shin.

Danny strolled up and dropped into the seat next to Bill...