Category: The Magic Quill

The public room at the Hog’s Head seemed more than usually full of smoke. Something seemed to be wrong with the fire; its glow suffused everything.

“Those were exciting days to be at Hogwarts,” the cloaked stranger continued. “Dumbledore had just become headmaster. There were lots of new teachers coming in, and everyone was talking about Dumbledore’s new measures and what the future might hold, good or bad.

The veiled witch drummed her mannish fingers on the table, impatiently. “Just like the feller, init?” complained the disembodied voice of Endora, across the table.

“Leavin’ a body hanging like this! Here we are, waiting for him to finish his story, and it seems he’s been gone a week!”

by Robbie Fischer Breathless silence held sway for what seemed a long time, at the table nearest the fire in the Hog’s Head. The stranger in the hooded cloak, whose face had not been...

“It was a cold and windy night like this,” said Sadie from under her veil, between puffs on her long foul pipe, “when Harry Potter was born.”

A cloaked figure paused on the threshold of the Hog’s Head while icy gusts hurled snow. The figure seemed to be considering whether to enter the darkness inside or return to the darkness outside…