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When: Early Wednesday Morning

Who: Lily and open

Lily was honestly still reeling from the news that they’d e received yesterday. Any innocent deaths were horrendous. But it being a muggle village, and it being so close to Hogsmeade just made it even worse. There was no denying that it was a message to them, and well, it was getting too close for comfort. He knew they were there. Of course he did. Voldemort wasn’t stupid. At least Lily didn’t think he was. And he was telling them that they would be there. Or they would eventually. It made her feel a little sick. She had came here to be safe, but she was beginning to wonder if it was even worth it. 

She hadn’t really been able to sleep, and so she’d found herself standing on one of the bridges at Hogwarts. It was early, and she’d been watching the sunrise for the last few moments. It felt peaceful, and she hated how it felt. How it felt like everything could be okay. But in reality it wasn’t, And she didn’t know how to change it.

 the  vigil  was  beautiful  with  the  twinkling  lights  that  came  from  candles  and  wand  reflecting  off  the  pure  white  snow  that  had  only  just  begun  to  be  trampled  underfoot  by  hogwarts'  many  residents.  emma  spent  most  of  the  night  gripping  her  brothers  hand  tightly,  not  wanting  to  let  him  go.  but  a  certain  time  came  when  she  knew  she  had  to  go  and  do  her  rounds  and  make  sure  the  castle  was  still  secure.  so  she  had  disappeared  from  the  solemn  activities  of  the  night  to  do  her  section  of  the  patrol.

 no  sign  of  danger,  but  you  could  never  be  too  careful.  

 emma  is  cold  again  when  she  gets  back  to  the  castle  and  finds  that  everybody  who  has  lingered  has  gone  inside  to  eat  the  food  that  albus  dumbledore  is  offering  to  them.  she  follows  and  tries  to  find  a  familiar  face  before  she  takes  a  seat.  "how  are  you  holding  up?"  is  the  question  she  asks,  though  it  seems  like  everybody  is  asking  that  tonight.

When: Friday, After Augusta Longbottom’s arrival

Who: Andromeda and open

When she’d been at Hogwarts Andromeda had always come up to the Astronomy tower when she’d wanted to think. She supposed she felt some sort of connection to it considering how her family enjoyed constellations and the like. Since the Tonks’ had come back to Hogwarts, she had found herself spending a lot of time up in the Astronomy tower. It was sometimes quiet up here, and she felt like she could escape. The last week had been tiring. So much had happened, and she really had not processed much of it yet. She was just tired, and was wondering if all of his was going to be worth it.

Hearing some footsteps, she glanced behind her, and smiled at the person that had come into the room. “Trying to find a quiet spot too?”

Pandora was humming a gentle song to herself. She thought perhaps it might be a nursery rhyme, since that was all she really had cause to listen to anymore. Luna was demanding in her tastes and vetoed any of the records Pandora tried that weren’t made for children. 

She was sitting in the three broomsticks and nursing a late afternoon cup of coffee. Luna was being remarkably well behaved today, and Pandora had left her with a friend so that she could get an hour away from the house and away from children. She didn’t need to think about anything right now except for reading her book and drinking her drink. 

She had been considering going to visit Augusta while she was in town. Pandora had been close friends with Alice, ever since they were children and she hated the idea that Augusta had been robbed of her family. But for now she was sitting, distracting herself from the rest of the world.