Grindelwald is bored - and a bored dark wizard is never a good thing.

He's sitting in the main room of the Mansion, idly flicking his wand. The nearby furniture transfigures into random, grotesque animals and back again before they can make so much as a yelp of surprise.

He sighs loudly, signalling his boredom. Any company would be more than welcome ( Read more... )

Suddenly there appears in the mansion a handsome, golden-haired young man. Wand already drawn as if he'd been in the middle of a wizarding duel, he is bewildered for a mere few seconds before he lets out a laugh. "What place is this?"

Everything was unfamiliar to his eyes but he is up for any unique new experience so with a bright grin he starts ( Read more... )

Teddy had been snogging cousin Victoire! Snogging! Mild disgust was once again at war with hysterical giggles. Al just hadn't understood what was so funny, but he was a boy so of course he wouldn't. Maybe, just maybe she didn't even blame him. And then promptly giggled again.

She looked out the window as she tried to stiffle her giggles, and from ( Read more... )

Ronald Weasley stumbles through the Mansion fireplace, eyes wide. After dusting himself off, he regains his posture and brandishes his wand. He speaks to whomever hears him, but mostly to himself.'I don't know where the hell I've been half the year or what the hell has changed or how in the hell I got back here ... But Merlin's balls, it's been ( Read more... )

Drag, scrape, wand-prod, mutter, sigh. Drag, scrape, wand-prod, mutter ( Read more... )

A determined Al pins a new notice to the bulletin board downstairs before heading off,

To whoever reads this,

I ought to be in first year at Hogwarts, but obviously I'm not, because I'm here. Anyone who can spare some of their time to teach would be appreciated.

The subjects that are needed are

Herbology
Potions
Charms
Transfigurations
Defence ( Read more... )

Out of the plothole comes a ghost.

More specifically, the ghost of a beautiful yet haughty-looking young woman with waist-length hair, dressed in a long wizarding cloak. The Grey Lady does not speak as she studies the room in one swift glance, and glides through the door into the next.

Typist: Helena Ravenclaw from the Harry Potter series. ( Read more... )

To continue the trend -- here we have a young witch walking in, slim, a few inches above average height, and rather strikingly lovely, if in a far more approachable way than certain mothers of hers. She looks to be about seventeen with bright blue eyes, fair skin, and -- if you look closely enough -- the slightest brush of freckles across the ( Read more... )

And here's another young man, who looks suspiciously like a younger version of one James Potter -- except possibly more freckly and less -- glasses-y, soaring neatly into the front gardens on a broomstick. He hops off and looks around, smirking a bit, and then heads to the front door to peer in ( Read more... )

With a thump, there is a new arrival in the mansion, falling out of mid-air into the main room, and thinking that he oughtn't have entered that particular doorway. He's not sure what happened, but he's hoping that he won't get in trouble for it, it's only his second week at Hogwarts after all ( Read more... )