Please be aware that, as of this month, the Wizarding Education Authority are to institute a policy of greater scrutiny with regards to Expense Claims submitted by teaching and ancillary staff.
All claims must be submitted on the Official Form . All other claims on scraps of paper and the like will be rejected. In addition, the following notes apply. Adherence to them will save a lot of unneccessary administrative time.
McGillvaray do NOT make a 25 year old malt scrofula cure. Please stop submitting these claims.
We are quite well aware that Old Nut Brown is neither boot polish (allowable) nor wood stain (allowable) but is in fact pipe tobacco (not allowable)
Chcken feed is allowable. A receipt from the Diamanda Delicatessen with "Luxury Chicken Dinners" is not acceptable as proof of purchase.
Whatever a "beerde trymmeir " is, it isn't on the list of allowable expenses. Even if bought from a reputable agricultural machinery supplier.
There is no such thing as a cardigan allowance
Nor can Ms Rita Chevrolet receive an allowance as a familiar. Familiar to many she may be, but she is the barmaid and the Dog and Quaffle.
To the best of our knowledge, the ladies hats from "La Maison de Millinaire Extraordinaire" are neither black, nor pointy (the only kind allowable)
Domestic staff are an allowable expense. Paying a relative and referring to them as a "trainee House Elf" is not acceptable.
You may NOT claim expenses on a second home. No matter how hut like it is. Or how often it gets burned dowm, blown up, or otherwise destroyed. This is what insurance is for.
Insurance is not an allowable expense. For obvious inflammatory reasons
Quotes to "The Prophet" blaming the expense system, rather than the enthusiastic interpretation of it by certain members of staff are not helpful.
Happy New Year to you all! I hope you all enjoyed your holidays and that life, even though settling back into the usual routine is inevitable, is being good to you. :)
I just wanted to take the opportunity, firstly to link you to Remus' posts which, through the passing of festive days, have fallen off the flist.
Kudos to a_lycoctonum for keeping us on the edge! And thank you so much for posting this plot with your usual brilliance. :D
And secondly, to let you know I won't be posting for Hermione any more - not that I've done her justice in recent times. Padma, Susan, Bill and Pomona will, however, continue to keep their commentary on the Wizarding World.
And that's all for now! Kait, Trumpettydumptuary on behalf of the modular peeps.
Once Remus decided he had to go destroy the remnants of Voldemort's werewolves, he needed to tell Luna what he had planned... My sincere thanks to the always wonderful lunatictide. :)
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The blood red moonstone pulsed as Remus closed his fingers over it and felt it push against his fist like a living thing. With a grim smile, he opened his hand again and touched the stone with his wand, whispering the spell to temporarily deactivate it. He had what he needed to find his prey, but he wasn’t looking forward to the hunt.
Shoving the stone into his pocket, he stared out across the sea at the sinking sun shining on the edge of the horizon and painting a path of molten gold back toward the shore. Now that he knew he had a way of tracking the wolves, he needed to tell Luna what he had planned. He wasn’t looking forward to that either.
Voldemort’s werewolves still haunted her dreams; though she didn’t talk about it, he knew it was true. Perhaps getting rid of the last of them would give her some peace as well. He hoped so. Everyone needed to heal and move on, and that wasn’t possible as long as these cruel reminders of Voldemort’s evil continued to cause pain everywhere they went. It needed to end. Now.
Turning away from the sea, he headed into the lighthouse to find Luna.
Please drop by the infirmary today for a few minutes. I want to check your eye to be sure that everything has healed properly.
Also, have you given any thought to what I said about your continuing treatment with a specialist from St. Mungo's? You need to take the next step soon, and I really think you should consider having someone more qualified than I am do the surgery. I want the best result for you, Severus.
Remus got permission to visit with Minerva. He wanted to thank her for saving his life and hopefully help her to regain her memories of the present, but considering his own recent experiences, he should have known that nothing is that simple when it comes to the mysterious workings of the human mind.
My sincere thanks to the brilliant tartan_tabby for the wonderful play!
I finally got Severus pinned down long enough to operate on him. That man would try the patience of a Saint, and not being a Saint, he absolute shreds mine. The ploy with the house-elves worked thankfully. I wasn't sure it would, but after several days of being "intensively cared for" he finally gave in. Honestly though, it was for his own good, you'd think he could see that.
Ah, well, it's done now. The vitreous fluid in his eye is once more clear of blood, and he has a shiny new eyelid to protect that eye from further harm. The procedure actually went better than I feared and both of us survived the recovery period with our nerves intact. Eye surgery isn't exactly a specialty of mine, but I was really quite pleased with the results.
The next step will be the crucial one, however. I've suggested that he might want to see a specialist at St. Mungo's rather than have me do the work. Repairing the damage to the sclera and reattaching the optic nerve properly is going to be extremely delicate. I'd feel more confident if he was operated on by someone who does that sort of thing regularly.
Of course, I don't know whether he'll listen to me or not. He so often doesn't. He didn't dismiss the idea out of hand, though, so hopefully he'll consider it seriously. He's my patient and my friend. I want what's best for him, and in this case, I think having someone more qualified than I am perform the next procedure would definitely be best. We'll see if he listens.
Fred appeared with a "pop" in Diagon Alley. It appeared as grim and muted as he felt himself. However, it had to be done.
He'd been practically comatose with grief for his twin for so long, not talking to anyone, not even family. Just staring into space. He felt so cut off. Like half a person. The pain from the emptiness almost unbearable. There was nothing in Poppy's cupboard for that.
Gradually however, he started to get the feeling he should be somewhere... do something.. and as the days passed, that inner call grew stronger.
And so he was almost surprised to find himself at the door to Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. Like most of the rest of the Alley, it was boarded up. With a whisk of the wand, the boards disappeared. He turned his attention to the complex series of charms he and George had put on the door, prior to making their escape. How long ago that seemed.
As the last charm was removed, the bolts could be heard sliding back. Fred reached for the door handle.
"AAAAARGH" he yelled as something that felt very like muggle electricity ran through his arm. Letting go of the handle and kicking the door open, he walked in.
WHOOMF - a bag of flour emptied itself on his head. "What the..." he spluttered, wiping the flour away. He looked aroiund, but could see nothing...... feel nothing... other than a slight chill in the air. Out of nowhere. a jumping firecracker popped and banged around his feet.
Fred leaned against the counter, and slowly, a smile began to spread across his face.
"You GIT! "he yelled... "I bloody KNEW it!!
There was no reply, not a sound. Apart from the clockwork acromantula that tickered across the floor.
Fred felt an inner calm. Things were going to be all right.
chipper