Ode to baby formulas?

[Teresa McGonagall]

days like masquerades

Her fingers lightly grazed the binding of one of the many books sitting on the shelf. She could never describe this feeling, but it always made her mysteriously drawn to them. Even when she was a student, Hogwart's spacious library served as her sanctuary for knowledge. It was also through books that she found her interest in Dragons as well as Transfiguration. Whenever she took a break from her mischievous ways, she would bury herself in those subjects for hours, sometimes she would miss dinner because she was too engrossed in one of the books. Now that she was a teacher, she was granted access to the restricted section of the library, but lending books did not have possess the same effects of owning a copy for herself. With her own copy, she could absently doodle figures and write important notes without the shear dread of having a spelled casted book smack her across the head for writing on its dull cream colored pages.



She always began her book quest at the odd section. Sometimes she would find some books which were outrageously written, like the time she came across a book for Crup lovers, Needless to say, the author was clearly delusional since she loved it to a outrageous degree, she divorced her husband just to marry the dog. The author described as a quiet ceremony between a 'few friends'. Since then the Crup and its 'wife' have been married for five happy years. What foolish things people would do for love! Though the story was humorous, it did remind her of her womanly 'duties' to settle down, produce children in order to continue her husband's linage. Although she loved children dearly, the mere thought of marriage griped her body with an icy chill. She refused to follow society's view of using a woman's, her, body for the sake of submitting herself and her children to male dominance. If she could not marry for mutual love between partners, she would rather die an old spinster.



She began thumbing through the latest copy of Theories of Transubstantial Transfiguration, while trying to deem if she could bend the material to fit her lesson plan for her sixth and seventh years. After all, N.E.W.T and O.W.L season was just around the corner and it would irresponsible of her as a teacher to not prepare her students. Not that she would follow the book word for word. There was no fun in having students painfully regurgitate the material, when they don't even have the slightest clue as to what they're bumbling about!

silent, hiding in the shadows

thanks brooklyn from sds, atf and caution!

"I have no pretensions whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man."[/b]

  

[William Rutledge]

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Jane was in the care of her nurse, but Will was not sure what to do with the girl when he was home. She was a precious and precocious little thing, all blond curls and blue eye and dimpled smiles, but he honestly had no idea what to do with a two year old. A two year old boy would have been bad enough, and Will had been one of those once! A little girl ... Will was well and truly lost on what to do.

That fact was a large part of his motivation for searching among the young ladies he came into contact with for a suitable bride. He could do without a wife; he had done just fine in that respect for the past two years. The need for a mother for Jane, however, was becoming more pressing with every day. As wonderful as the nurse was, Jane needed a mother to look up to, a woman of grace and intelligence that she could model herself after. All Will had to do was find such a woman and convince her to marry him.

It sounded much easier than it actually was. While Will had no problem with locating women, he was not sure how to go about picking a good mother and even less certain how to woo one after making a selection. His last courtship had been a decade in the past and Alice had been quite receptive to his advances. Now he was nearly sixty and the girls of marrying age seemed almost terrifyingly young. They were about a third his age and many of them had been in his class since they were children. The idea of courting one of them was daunting.

As such he had taken a break in trying to find a good mother for his daughter to find some literature on how to take care of her. There had to be something useful that he had missed in the last two years. Perhaps there was even something new. Maybe he had even missed something, because Jane was not a little pink bundle anymore. She was a little girl, and so Will was looking for advice on what to do with a little girl.

So far he was having no luck. "Merlin's drawers, there has to be something here," he sighed in frustration.