DORCAS

In the past few weeks I have completely rewritten the old and outdated lesson plans for the Defence classes. Granted, there are MoM regulations and general academia overviews I have to stick to, but other than that I've revamped the whole thing. It's a bit more practical than it's been before, a bit more up to date with the times.

Everyone knows you're less likely to run into a vampire than, say, a Dark Lord and a bunch of his cronies in masks.

I don't know why people are so afraid of acknowledging what already exists. Hopefully I can make an itty bitty dent of a difference when it comes to teaching kids like people instead of subhuman, oblivious, moronic brick walls. I'm sure we can all remember when we were precocious 11-year-olds who knew a bit too much for our own good.

I think kids can handle the truth. It's not like it's such a secret war anymore.

( Private )

( Order )

( Note left for Kingsley )


Only a couple of weeks before school starts again. I think I'm gonna need some new robes.

( Private )

Busy busy busy! Back in Hogwarts, not that any of you really care. I've got half of my stuff still in their boxes though, because I'm lazy and can't be bothered to put my shirts into my wardrobe. I'm living out of these cardboard containers. I think I'm going to draw flowers on them and just say they're the latest furniture craze out of Sweden.

( Private )

I thought I might as well publicly announce this, as the world'll be knowing soon anyway. I'm going to be filling the vacant position as Defence Against the Dark Arts instructor at Hogwarts coming this autumn.


And yes, I am excited for it.

((Lo! Am back from my trip! If someone needed to talk to Dorcas/needed some interaction from her, just let me know. I might have forgotten in the update.))

( Letter to Sirius (charmed and protected like crazy )

( Private )

( Miss Alice Longbottom )

( Gideon )


Ladies and Gentlemen, do you remember a time when these scrolls used to be more of an open community than anything else? Back when we were young and foolish and at school, of course, and before things like getting jobs and having babies and waging wars. I'll be the first to admit I miss that kind of openness between everyone.

( Private )

( Kingsley )

Hello everyone.


Guess there's not much to say.


Can I get a headcount to see how many of my old friends from school are actually still alive?

( Oh-so-private )


( The Order )


( Kingsley )

Who reads The Daily Prophet anyway? (Besides for your juicy articles of course, Rita Skeeter!) Everyone knows the most reliable source of information these days is The Quibbler.

( Private. )

( Moody )

( Kingsley )


Time to wake up, people.

( Private )

( The Order )



I hope all of you at that riot feel really proud of yourselves. Job well done.

fuckers.

( Private )

( Gideon )

I bought some books and records on tap dancing and am trying to learn in my spare time, what little I have anyway. I think my lack of grace and artistic vision shouldn't stop me from dancing with the elderly, but still completely adorable, Fred Astaire.

Life's too short not to do the things you love.

( Private )

( Separate letters sent to Emmeline and Gideon )

( Shacklebuns )


For all those interested there will be a free lecture held at the Prewett and Meadowes School (PaMS, as it were) for Further Wizarding Education this Saturday night on Muggle Relations. Titled "Not As Stupid As We Think", the goal of the lecture is to educate the magical masses of the potential harm of 'Muggle Baiting' as well as address common misconceptions surrounding the Muggle world.

Again, it's free, and food and drink will be supplied.

You know what's just great?

I'm not even going to give you time to guess. Having to put out a raging fire in the dead of night is great.

Oh, and I know you nay sayers will dispute me on this, but really there's just nothing better than having to deal with spell-happy kids who didn't get enough love as a child and just want to burn the hell out of something for really, and follow me on this one, no conceivable reason. It's brilliant.

I'm bloody tired and everything still smells of smoke and burnt wood.

( Private )

I went to work early this morning. Everything was as it should be, despite the fact that it rained last night and completely ruined all the paperwork I did before I went home.

Tomorrow night the School is hosting a free lecture on protective wards and the proper way to charm a home to keep out ex-Slytherins intruders. Should be good times.

It's been so busy 'round here that I've no time to write in my scroll. Looks like everyone's getting married and having babies, including a few professors over at Hogwarts. Good job everyone with keeping up the population. Cheers!

Our (meaning Me and Gid's) small school is doing fairly well. We have a few sketchy characters in our night classes, but I think that's just how it goes in London. We're growing in numbers through word of mouth, which is the best form of advertisement we could have I'm pretty sure. The school's got a bit of a leaky roof but hopefully we'll figure out a way to charm that fixed that so it stops dripping water down into our office.

I invite everyone to come on down for our two month anniversary - we'll be having a cake and some cheap champagne in celebration.

Oh, and Mr. Shacklebolt? Hello there, sir. I hardly see your handsome face anymore. Let's try get home tonight so we can have dinner together.

( Private )

Gideon, I've got the papers for the loan. We need to pick a date to go over them, because I'm not signing my soul away until I know how much money I'm getting and what the interest rate's going to be.

( Letter accidentally sent to Moody, even though it was written for one Kingsley Shacklebolt )

Pleased to present - my little sister!

( wee little peanut Hope Meadowes )

Gideon Prewett! Hey, I have a business proposition for you. Get back to me, kid.

Oh, and Kingsley? The flowers your parents had delivered made my Mum cry. Good tears though, promise.

EVERYBOOOOOOOODY!

MY MUM IS HAVING HER BABY RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD



Where the hell are my shoes? And my coat? I don't need a coat, is it raining? Is it good luck if it's raining during a birth? I think that's weddings....

Why am I asking you?

KINGSLEY! Where are you? I didn't want to send an owl in case you were at the store or something! COOOOOOOME HOME! THERE IS A BABY ON THE WAY AND WE CAN'T JUST PUSH IT BACK IN AND WAIT FOR YOU TO GET HERE SOOOOooooo



I'll meet you at the hospital! You know which one! Just like we practiced! OH! Tell your Mum! She wanted to know when my Mum was finally popping the baby out - TELL HER RIGHT NOW SO YOU NEED TO GET YOUR ARSE OVER TO THE HOSPITAL BEFORE YOUR GIRLFRIEND GETS more HYSTERICAL.

I'm gonna be a big sister wheeeeee again!!

( Private )

( Mr. Moody )

It is a very boring day today at the museum. We had three school groups come through, but kids these days, they aren't any fun at all. They actually seemed interested in learning something, and not just that, they weren't snarky or anything. They were well-behaved and didn't even come near the gift shop.

I've rearranged the ties six times in the past two hours. Someone come save me from my museum nightmare!