Well, I am up to Chapter 2100 now. Chapter 2100 has 226 pages, of which I am on 51, and the ferschlugginer printer has managed to start spectacularly messing up once again. Grrr. 25 pages at a time appears to be its outer limit for double-sided printing to work correctly...maybe it is time to invest in a laser printer.
Drat.
In other news, Millie went to the library...
Yet Another Scene – Millie is curious.
Millie Bulstrode was in the library, looking through the old Hogwarts Leaving books. She had found the ones for Professor Vector’s and Auror Vector’s years quite easily. The Old Bastard had been a skinnier bastard back then, but the pictures of Michael Vector as a baby and as a seventeen-year-old were quite pleasing. But there weren’t any pictures in any of the Leaving books from about 1983 on corresponding to the children she had seen in Professor Vector’s office. She sighed. She would have to try a different tack.
She started looking through the index for the Daily Prophet, 1960-1970. Birth of Michael Vector, son of Edmund and Aoife Vector, recorded in 1960, birth of a Theodore Jude Vector, son of Nicholas and Elizabeth Vector, recorded in 1960, birth and death of a Joseph Columcille Vector, son of Edmund and Aoife Vector, recorded in 1962. Birth and death of a John James Vector, son of Edmund and Aoife Vector, recorded in 1964. Birth of a Mary Elizabeth Fatima Vector, daughter of Edmund and Aoife Vector, recorded in 1966. Birth of a Margaret Anne Vector, daughter of Edmund and Aoife Vector, recorded in 1969.
Millie frowned. The Vectors had apparently been a prolific family. And she had to sort out which Vector was related to which. But assuming that Michael Vector and Mary Elizabeth Fatima (what a name) were Auror Vector and Professor Vector, she had a starting point. Margaret Anne Vector should have left Hogwarts in 1986 or 1987.
Draco found Millie in the library, surrounded by stacks of index books, Hogwarts Leaving books, and old Daily Prophets, and scraps of parchment with scribblings on them.
“Whatever are you up to, Bulstrode?” he asked.
Millie made a face. “History of Magic research,” she lied. “I need to do some extra credit if I’m to pass.”
Draco frowned. “Bulstrode, I know that class is boring as hell, but you need to stay awake in there. We have to keep ahead of the Gryffies and Hufflepuffs.”
Millie rolled her eyes. “I’m trying, Malfoy. Oh, would you happen to know if there’s some sort of general registry book I can look at to see births and deaths in the Wizarding World? Who’s related to whom?”
Draco laughed. “Your mother obviously doesn’t tell you anything useful at all, does she, Bulstrode? Are you looking to see if Auror Vector is married or has children?”
“Sod off, Malfoy,” Millie replied.
Draco’s eyes gleamed. “Bulstrode and Vector, sitting in a tree…” he started to sing-song. He broke off. “Although it’d have to be a pretty big tree to support the two of you.”
Millie said, “At least neither of us are half-pints like some other people I could mention.”
Draco sneered. “Well, he’s a half-Mudblood half-Irishman, and you’re part Troll, so I suppose it would be a good match.”
Millie made a rude gesture, and Draco snickered. “Got to you, didn’t I, Bulstrode?” He sauntered off, having in his own mind won the exchange.
Millie was relieved to see him go. She pulled out the 1970-1980 index for the Daily Prophet. Yet more births here to Edmund and Aoife Vector. Angela Agnes in 1971, Kevin Matthew in 1973, and Brian Luke in 1974. And then she looked at the death entries for the Vectors. There were a large number of them clustered in 1975. Margaret Anne, Angela Agnes, Kevin Matthew, Brian Luke, Elizabeth Anne MacGowan, Mary Madeline, Nathaniel John, Theodore Jude.
Millie started matching birth and death dates for all the Vectors. She bit her lower lip at the results for Margaret, Angela, Kevin, and Brian. They tally with how old those ghosts looked. So why did the Old Bat and I, of all people, see them when their siblings, or whom I presume to be their siblings, couldn’t? This is really strange. She gathered up her notes, making sure she had all of them, and Banished the books back to their shelves.
She had some free time, as she was finished with all her essays, and she decided that she would go and see if she could find the Fat Friar. After all, he was a ghost himself, so he might be able to explain to her why she and Professor Snape could see the ghost Vectors, but at different ages.
Drat.
In other news, Millie went to the library...
Yet Another Scene – Millie is curious.
Millie Bulstrode was in the library, looking through the old Hogwarts Leaving books. She had found the ones for Professor Vector’s and Auror Vector’s years quite easily. The Old Bastard had been a skinnier bastard back then, but the pictures of Michael Vector as a baby and as a seventeen-year-old were quite pleasing. But there weren’t any pictures in any of the Leaving books from about 1983 on corresponding to the children she had seen in Professor Vector’s office. She sighed. She would have to try a different tack.
She started looking through the index for the Daily Prophet, 1960-1970. Birth of Michael Vector, son of Edmund and Aoife Vector, recorded in 1960, birth of a Theodore Jude Vector, son of Nicholas and Elizabeth Vector, recorded in 1960, birth and death of a Joseph Columcille Vector, son of Edmund and Aoife Vector, recorded in 1962. Birth and death of a John James Vector, son of Edmund and Aoife Vector, recorded in 1964. Birth of a Mary Elizabeth Fatima Vector, daughter of Edmund and Aoife Vector, recorded in 1966. Birth of a Margaret Anne Vector, daughter of Edmund and Aoife Vector, recorded in 1969.
Millie frowned. The Vectors had apparently been a prolific family. And she had to sort out which Vector was related to which. But assuming that Michael Vector and Mary Elizabeth Fatima (what a name) were Auror Vector and Professor Vector, she had a starting point. Margaret Anne Vector should have left Hogwarts in 1986 or 1987.
Draco found Millie in the library, surrounded by stacks of index books, Hogwarts Leaving books, and old Daily Prophets, and scraps of parchment with scribblings on them.
“Whatever are you up to, Bulstrode?” he asked.
Millie made a face. “History of Magic research,” she lied. “I need to do some extra credit if I’m to pass.”
Draco frowned. “Bulstrode, I know that class is boring as hell, but you need to stay awake in there. We have to keep ahead of the Gryffies and Hufflepuffs.”
Millie rolled her eyes. “I’m trying, Malfoy. Oh, would you happen to know if there’s some sort of general registry book I can look at to see births and deaths in the Wizarding World? Who’s related to whom?”
Draco laughed. “Your mother obviously doesn’t tell you anything useful at all, does she, Bulstrode? Are you looking to see if Auror Vector is married or has children?”
“Sod off, Malfoy,” Millie replied.
Draco’s eyes gleamed. “Bulstrode and Vector, sitting in a tree…” he started to sing-song. He broke off. “Although it’d have to be a pretty big tree to support the two of you.”
Millie said, “At least neither of us are half-pints like some other people I could mention.”
Draco sneered. “Well, he’s a half-Mudblood half-Irishman, and you’re part Troll, so I suppose it would be a good match.”
Millie made a rude gesture, and Draco snickered. “Got to you, didn’t I, Bulstrode?” He sauntered off, having in his own mind won the exchange.
Millie was relieved to see him go. She pulled out the 1970-1980 index for the Daily Prophet. Yet more births here to Edmund and Aoife Vector. Angela Agnes in 1971, Kevin Matthew in 1973, and Brian Luke in 1974. And then she looked at the death entries for the Vectors. There were a large number of them clustered in 1975. Margaret Anne, Angela Agnes, Kevin Matthew, Brian Luke, Elizabeth Anne MacGowan, Mary Madeline, Nathaniel John, Theodore Jude.
Millie started matching birth and death dates for all the Vectors. She bit her lower lip at the results for Margaret, Angela, Kevin, and Brian. They tally with how old those ghosts looked. So why did the Old Bat and I, of all people, see them when their siblings, or whom I presume to be their siblings, couldn’t? This is really strange. She gathered up her notes, making sure she had all of them, and Banished the books back to their shelves.
She had some free time, as she was finished with all her essays, and she decided that she would go and see if she could find the Fat Friar. After all, he was a ghost himself, so he might be able to explain to her why she and Professor Snape could see the ghost Vectors, but at different ages.