The Insignificant Significance of a Ginger Head

The Trial of Astoria Greengrass.

Astoria: Astoria was walked into the wizengamot courtroom by the same two aurors that had arrested her. A cold stone expression sat on her face as her shoes clinked against the polished stone floor. She was quickly seated in the middle of the large round room and her eyes glanced over the council and Minister. She daren’t look behind her, knowing that Blaise as well as Padma, Ron and Harry would be there. She felt as though the room was engulfing her, the large walls and high ceiling, encasing her but at the same time expanding. Feeling every eye on her as she waited…

Kingsley: Kingsley looked down at the blonde woman seated before him. “Astoria Greengrass, you have been brought here because you are accused of assaulting, stunning and obliviating Miss Padma Patil. How do you plead to the charge?”

The Beginning Of The End. - Part 4. ~ Questioning and Imprisonment.

Astoria: The two aurors ushered Astoria into a dark room, with only a table and 4 chairs set around it . Her eyes then caught what she recognised as a pensive in the far corner and she felt her hands clam a little. The men let go of her arms and told her to sit. Her face hadn’t changed from the emotionless expression she had been arrested with. She sat in the uncomfortable metal chair and tapped her fingers on the table as the aurors shut the door, leaving the room to only be lit by a small lantern in the corner.

Harry: Harry bounded down the hallway and into the room having just seen the memory that Padma had given. His tactics were different to previous Head Aurors… Harry liked to drag the process ou a little rather than cutting straight to the evidence…he liked to make his suspects sweat it out and try to get them to admit to their crimes. He sat down at the little table across from the culprit and rested his elbows in front of himself. “You don’t look to happy or confident being here, Astoria.” he stated “Is that the guilt coming out to play?”

Astoria: She smirked at him, “hello Harry. At least you’re not Ron, I might be a bit scared then.” she leaned back in her chair, continuing to tap her fingers on the table.

The Beginning Of The End. - Part 3. ~ Goodbyes And Aurors.

Astoria: Astoria was frantically going through books on law in the library, all of them seemed to have never been touched. She was sat on the floor with half a bottle of whiskey by her side and the dog curled up by a fire she had set. Angie had left about an hour ago with Padmas wand in hand and Astoria knew she would have gone to Ron, every little noise in the house made her jump as she waited for the Aurors to barge in the house.

Blaise: Blaise apparated into the front room of the home, returning from work. He slid his shoes off as he looked around, “Astoria?” he called out, “Luv?”

Astoria: She heard the faint noise of apparation echo in the large house and her heart pounded against her chest. She took a large drink of whiskey and stood slowly. As she registered his voice she sighed deeply and spoke brokenly, “here.” She sat back down and took another large drink.

The Beginning Of The End. - Part 2. ~ Hard Evidence.

Angie: Angelina scooped Fred up into her arms and grinned. Today he would be seeing his godmother properly for the first time. She was a tad tired but hey-ho this was what being a mother was like. She took the floo network into her home, holding him closely to her chest.

Astoria: Astoria was sitting in a deep leather chair near the fireplace she expected Angie and Fed to appear in. She watched it anxiously and her knee kept bobbing up and down with nerves. Her stress levels had been higher than ever recently making it very hard for her to not reach for the nearest bottle of alcohol.

Angie: They appeared in the fireplace in a whoosh of green flames. Fred seemed to dislike the strange transportation and whimpered a little nervously. Angie dipped her head down to press a soft kiss to his forehead and shushed him lightly. “It’s alright sweetheart, we’re here now..” she murmered, stepping out of the huge fireplace and smiling widely as she saw Astoria.

The Beginning Of The End. - Part 1.~ Padma’s Dream.

Padma: Padma slept a little restlessly as she spooned against Ron, head on his chest. There were images clouding her head, flickers of her mum and dad, Parvati…Ron, various children from work and….her? She began to toss and turn, kicking the covers off. She saw her…laughing, shouting venemously at her as she barged into her flat…smashed the bottle of perfume that Ron had bought her for Christmas and poured the red wine over her. Padma couldn’t move….the whole dream played out to her…from the bitter argument with her, to her spat with Ron about Blaise, all of it. It flooded back to her and the moment that the soft murmur of “Obliviate” escaped Astoria Greengrass’ snarling mouth, she sat bolt upright and screamed.

Ron: Ron was fast asleep, his arm wrapped around her as he dreamt of scoring the winning goal for the Chudley Canons. he was suddenly awoken when Padma pulled away from him and kicked off the covers. He sat up and watched her for a moment before gong to put his hand on her arm but then she suddenly awoke. “Padma, are you okay?” he asked, worried after she screamed.

Padma: Her hands went to her face as her eyes almost popped out’ve their sockets in realisation. “Her…it was her…”

Progress

Ron: Ron rubbed his face and huffed. He was sat at his desk at work, with the pile of cases in front of him again. He felt like he had been at the same place for weeks, they had had no real developments; everything seemed to lead to a dead end. Ron slammed his hands down on the desk and got up to get a coffee.

Harry: Harry stood at the coffee machine, tapping his fingernails against the countertop as the hot liquid poured into a cup. He spied his best friend in the corner of his eye and grabbed another cup. “Any progress?”

Ron: He nodded to Harry in greeting then shock his head, “nope, I’m beginning to think we wont ever find out.” he looked annoyed and his eyes feel to the floor, “she is getting some memory back but it has nothing to do with it being taken…what if-oh I dunno-it was just an accident.”

Days of Summer. Trio’s Tuscany trip.

Note: Sorry it has taken so long to get put up. This is from our trip to Tuscany.

Hermione: Hermione let out a breath as she pulled her bag off her shoulder and sat it down on the step outside The Burrow. She used to always just go right on in as if it were home, but ever since her breakup with Ron that felt just a wee bit awkward to her. Motorboating her lips, she raised her hand to the door and gave it a firm knock before smoothing down her light blue shirt. She wasn’t sure how this trip was going to turn out, and she just hoped that Ron and her didn’t spend the entire time bickering like children.

Ron: Ron stood up off his bed as he heard the door, he pulled a thin polo shirt over his head and sighed. Walking out of his room he picked up his luggage and dawdled down the stairs. He stopped at the bottom step, staring at the door before lazily dropping is bag at his side. Taking a deep breath he walked slowly to the door. As he opens it he half smiles at her, “Hey, ‘Mione.” he said in a low and nervous voice.

Harry: Harry heard the knock on the front door as he was saying his goodbyes to Ginny. Giving her one last kiss, he then lugged his suitcase down the steep staircase to the hallway where Ron was hesitating in front of the door. He hoped to merlin that there wouldn’t be an argument right away. Slowly sneaking round Ron, he decided to step into the kitchen to retrieve the portkey so that his friends could break the ice.