The old hut which was once Hagrid's

[Logan Renly]

The faint sound of a leaking tap could be heard from outside the small hut. Silence and nothing but the dark void of night surrounded the young man. No candles were lit he preferred it this way.
In an almost nervous fashion Logan fiddled with a piece of parchment in one hand while his wand remained in the other. It was an important letter he wanted to send but knew he shouldn’t. He had been told to wait for her and not try to contact her.

Rainne was off working and Logan never really knew precisely what she got up to as an Unspeakable. More importantly he wasn’t allowed to know. The Department of Mysteries were very strict in that way and really it was probably for the best that he didn’t know. The young man would just as quickly want to be involved, and disagree with his love being apart of any type of danger. It was a lot easier to give Rainne space with her work and not ask questions. Easier said than done...

Logan often worried about his wife but had no doubt in his mind she would be ok and return to him soon. After all she was not only beautiful but also remarkably intelligent and powerful. Perhaps there were more concerns with him to stay out of the way…

Keeping himself busy in a familiar place was the best thing for Logan. And distracting himself was an easy task too… much like disappearing. But tonight was different and he couldn’t find sleep or peace from his thoughts. Concerns were building and Logan apparently had no escape from them.

One floo.. He sighed scrunching the parchment in his hand and allowing for it to drop to the stone floor.

Logan yawned and stretched his arms out broadly, gazing over at a clock on the far wall to read 4am. “Bah, and to think people sleep at this hour. How very absurd.” He mumbled a little getting to his feet and stammering over to the kettle to turn it on. After a few moments of making himself a cup of tea Logan grimaced slightly at the warm beverage. His lack of magic these days was appalling. “Turning into a bloody muggl..” a brief pause as he collected his rude thoughts. “I mean-yes a mug I am a magicless mug. How lovely.” Slipping back into the large armchair he was positioned in before Logan laid-back carefully sipping his tea.

[Straw Buckett]

[For time line sake, this is after Kat's next post in my previsous thread, We all know whats about to happen ]****

Usually he'd have lit his wand, created some light to guide him through the darkness. No, not tonight, he was content to enjoy being absorbed by the darkness. In fact he took his time strolling through the grounds before knocking on his cousins new front door. One could not apparate into the school grounds and so Straw had taken the long journey afoot from the gates to the old hut that lay just before the Forbidden Forest. He had stopped along the way for a quick moment by the lake. Pausing, Straw took a deep breath, taking in the now. It was quiet spectacular at night, he'd always found it to be. He shared many memories with this place, the best and most romantic were always played out by the lake.

Straw sighed, he couldn't think like this. He knew he was allowed to be sad but he needed to be strong for his children. He couldn't let this destroy him, not like it had in the past. Back then he was naive and love struck. She was his first broken heart and sadly deep down he wasn't surprised that she hand never truly mended it, she never intended to he guessed. Searching he picked up a smooth surfaced rock and skipped it across the water. '1, 2, 3, 4' he counted in his head then searched for another. He used to do this a lot with Josh. Even in his death the man was still some comfort to Straw. He knew he'd picked well in bestowing his friendship in him. Alas if only he were here to skip rocks once more, how simple life was when all your therapy could be solved with your best friend and a couple of rocks.

The last rock blooped back into the dark depths of the lake.. Silence took hold once more, Straw closed his eyes and just listened, not a single sound could be named, even the crickets were asleep, The half moon found its shape once more as the velvet water spread back to its still self. Picking his six pack back up (as he had set them aside) Straw now headed back toward to hut. He was most sure, 85% sure, Logan would be awake. There wasn't any light that eluded to the fact that his cousin was awake however much like himself Straw was sure Logan embraced the darkness and may just be admiring it as he had been moments ago.

Straw knocked gently on the wooden frame. "It's me" he called his face blank and extremely exhausted. He needed his cousin, not for a lot but a different face to look at. So far everyone treated him like a breaking mirror, treading carefully around him, expecting that at any given moment he'd shatter and they'd be left to clean up the mess. He didn't need readied handed broom sweepers, he needed a smile. He needed someone to just sit, listen and talk to him like a normal person.