After taking his time with his general appearance - making it as non-threatening as possible with basic Muggle-type jeans and a t-shirt - Draco finally ventures out of his new shared room in the mansion and heads to the main room. He glances around then takes a seat, looking nervous but trying to keep up his courage and his conviction to prove that ( Read more... )

After visits from Armand St Just and Mordred and with Harry's help, Draco has finally roused himself enough out of his blank stupor to come out for a visit to the mansion. Harry will be sitting near to him but Draco is free to be confronted or talked to. He looks very nervous and edgy and still a bit worse for wear after the trauma of the last few ( Read more... )

"Is there a healer about? My friend has been injured. I can pay, if you want paying."

Fred and George peer around a corner, looking into the main hall, gleeful expressions on their faces. "Oy, George, I think the coast is clear..."

"It is..." an evil grin spreads on George's face.

"Let's set it up then, yeah?""Yeah, do it ( Read more... )

It's the first of December. To those who regularly inhabit the Mansion, you may notice something a little bit different. Unfortunately, you may notice a little too late ( Read more... )

With something of a smirk on his face, Draco is standing in the main room of the mansion. In front of him is a small table with three covered boxes, each about the size of a shoebox ( Read more... )

*and then -- and then, there is Fleur Delacour, in the mansion.

It has been quite a long time.

She is lounging in a chair, idly reading Vogue.*

So, what have I missed, hm?

Typist: I'm weak. One glance at a decent fanfic, and, well, Fleur wants to be played again. It has been a while for me too, so, hi!

Again he's tried an experimental potion that merely wafts into the air of the mansion as everybody is now too savvy to eat or drink anything left lying around ( Read more... )

A tall, pretty young woman of color opens the Mansion door, an excited look on her face.  Sporting a cream toned tee shirt, form-fitting crimson flare pants with cream trim, and matching trainers, she carries a duffel bag in one hand and a racing broom in the other with ease. She takes in her surroundings, and her excitement morphs into confusion.

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He appears out of nowhere and sways as if trying to regain his balance. Once the dizziness passes, he rubs his forehead and frowns ( Read more... )