Disclaimer: Again, all of these characters etc are JK Rowling's, not mine.


Friday, 1 AM

Let's start at midnight:
Perhaps I have gotten too used to the sweet, warm, incensed air that I live my life surrounded by, because even before reaching the dungeons I was hit full in the lungs with the foulest, coldest, most unpleasant environment that I have encountered in my sixteen years of teaching at this school. True, I have been down to the dungeons before...well, rarely, but the few times that I DID go down there, I had hoped that I would not have to repeat the experience, and certainly not in the middle of the night. Am glad I wore a few extra shawls. How Severus can LIVE in such conditions, I don't know, but then again, vampires are said to actually like that.

Making sure that my vial of garlic juice was secure within one of my many pockets, and you, dear journal in the other, you with your many sets of eyes...watching my every move... I continued down one of the never ending stairways before meeting Minerva McGonagall on the bottom floor. She shook her head in disapproval, muttered a few things about childish behavior and accompanied me the rest of the way in relative silence.

Honestly, can her lips get any thinner? One would think that she didn't have a mouth...just perhaps a slit through which to breathe and give detentions.

So yes, we arrived in due time to the specified room just to find the doors locked and a large group of professors gathered – all complaining to themselves about being kept up so late after a long week. Snape was looking particularly disgruntled (more than usual that is), but seeing as how this was his territory and he found himself expected to play host in one of his rooms to a great many others who didn't seem to want to be there...

The overall feeling was rather grim...and after a slight panic of realizing that such a terrible sign could be associated with tonight's events already...but the orb had spoken. I clutched my garlic vial as professor Dumbledore open the doors and all of us were greeted with quite a site.

Not something any of us would really have imagined actually. Even I did not foresee this one, and that is saying a lot considering I see all...almost...well, more than many anyway...

There was our headmaster, standing on a table, shooting kegs from his wand and bidding us all to, for lack of a better term "get plastered"... as he so eloquently put it. Minerva's mouth positively disappeared at this, and a very horrified Snape had the gaul to fix his most evil glare of loathing upon the headmaster while Albus's back was turned.

Not surprisingly, no one so much as made a move at first. We all simply stood, staring at Albus as he poured and downed the first, second, and third drink in silence. It was, of all people, Quirrel that took the initiative. It was rather redickulus actually; he had drawn himself up as if he does this all the time and accepted a drink from Dumbledore.

Well, if an iguana loving....I mean, if the fates desired me to come here and participate, then who was I to argue? So naturally, I joined the two of them, to the delighted mutters of approval given by the headmaster.

Most of the rest of the gathered group tentatively made their way into the room, and within the next few minutes most had a drink and were sitting or standing gathered together, talking. It has been that way ever since, and is actually quite nice. Better than a faculty meeting anyway. Severus and Minerva are STILL standing in the same corner that they seemed to have claimed an hour ago, watching, disapproval in the eyes of one, and almost malice from the other.

2 AM

I believe that...

THE FATES HELP US! STARS AND GALEXIES! HE IS HERE, I KNOW HE IS!...THE GRIM, YES IT WARNED ME EARLIER! BUT HE IS HERE! THE DARK LORD! IN THIS VERY ROOM! WE'VE ALL BEEN SENT HERE TO MEET OUR ENDS!

2:45 AM

I will swear to you that he is here, still, but...but...but am currently to horrified to think about even that...

Ok, so maybe, perhaps, just MAYBE I was wrong. After all, I have had quite a few drinks tonight, and, and, and such a premonition may have been misguided, but...oh I can't bear to watch...

I guess my little fit of divine hysterics sent the room into a minor panic. Oh, it had to have been more than minor to allow THIS to happen...Victoria Vector has informed me that I, apparently, passed out afterwards, but only for a few minutes as Madam Pomfry attended too and was here to help me out. Victoria also told me that Snape went positively lurid at this "little display", and Quirrell started shrieking. It took a shudder "little display by Hooch...cringe to restore...relative...order.

Really do wish I could have stayed in a faint, as Hooch is presently performing the most...shudder...well, a strip tease upon one of the center tables. She's obviously had about as much to drink as Albus himself...let me tell you, neither can retain even a bit of sense after they drink, because he...cringeshudder joined her after the first few twirls. I wouldn't believe that this is happening, if it wasn't for the fact that a poor, very obviously scarred-for-the-rest-of-his-life Professor Flitwick is hiding behind a napkin.

I need another drink.

On the plus side, Snape has left his little corner. Minerva is still standing there, the disapproval now almost completely replaced with a look of a mixture of sheer and utter...well...terror I guess could describe it.

I need another drink...

2:50 AM

Wow, well, that was awfully nice of him...

Did I just use that word to describe Severus Snape? Yes, I think I did...perhaps I should be afraid?...

Or else, perhaps the whole dark lord thing was imagined, because now I swear I was just handed a refill by Severus...and he seemed glad to give it.

In fact, he's starting to serve everyone, playing host. Yes, I am imagining things. I did not just see him smile. That does not happen; it is against the whole grain of the universe! Yes, and our quidditch referee and headmaster are not dancing on a tabletop, and the dark lord is not in this room.

In other news, Flitwick has actually consumed his napkin and is currently hiding his face in Victoria's robes.

3:30 AM

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

4 AM

tired. Kinda nauscious... going...bed...

4:30 AM

whos idea...live at top... tower?