Looking a bit put out for some reason, Draco tacks a notice to the bulletin board.

The Mansion's Bachelor & Bachelorette Auction.

In the spirit of romance and Valentine's Day there will be an auction of unattached persons over the next few days. Write your name down if you're interested in joining in for a blind date. Married and attached ( Read more... )

Today is the first birthday of Jareth and Amadeo's daughter, Aisling, and the occasion, though obviously a happy one, has her daddy in a somewhat reflective mood.

He's come to the mansion in particular to seek out his mother, but any and all conversation is welcome.

A rather good-looking gentleman (if he may say so himself) with blond hair and cobalt blue eyes that often appear violet strode up to the mansion. He seemed to have no hesitance despite the strangeness of it all, but Lestat was easygoing and there was very little that would cause him to do a double-take or throw him off guard. Or if it was a rare ( Read more... )

Darker than wickedness was his hair, falling unbound past his shoulders. As compelling as forbidden pleasure was his countenance.

He has made his home a part of the forest, should any maiden take to wandering on this autumn day. The change in living space is not lost on him, but he is not upset by it, this new place has much more life than his old ( Read more... )

It is a beautiful day, and Karla is rather bored. So, she may be found in her tree, about ten feet up on a limb, and will probably throw something at anyone who comes near, though if they're lucky it might only be her voice she's throwing. She is free for bothering. Mostly bothering of other people. Though she has a list of a few people in ( Read more... )

A slender figure steps through the doorway, dark eyebrows arched in a silent question. Quiet except for the soft noises made by his footfalls, he continues to make his way along the hall, the lights reflecting off the pallor of his white skin and ridding it of the almost human colour that others of his kind took such notice of. Deep green eyes ( Read more... )

He is small and slender, built like an acrobat or a tumbler. His body is covered in scars and he walks with a slight limp, making him look a bit older than his sixteen years. His eyes are ringed with kohl and he wears nothing more than a bright blue kilt and a leather belt but his arms and legs are covered in gold bangles and jeweled bracelets. His ( Read more... )

The young man who is now riding up at a gallop is precisely the sort who prefers to inspire extended speeches in his own adoration, and since it is his first day, we will indulge him ( Read more... )

Helen, not Vasil, is in the main room of the mansion. She has done what she can with her short hair, put on a white dress of plain style, and sits down with a piece of embroidery to wait and see what will happen. She doesn't know how the mansion will react and she is a bit nervous but she doesn't let it show. Princesses don't do that.

So, if anyone's looked out the windows recently, they should have noticed one particular thing. There's snow on the ground -- and in the air as well, actually. It's even inside, and it's showing no signs of melting. In the main room a Christmas tree is set up -- all in proper wizarding form, with fairies and garlands of all sorts. And then, in ( Read more... )