It is, at least according to whatever calendar Donleavy is using, May 4, 1919.

Which is probably why you can find her in a dusty, neglected corner of the Mansion's library, sitting in a less-than-dignified manner on her favorite beanbag chair. Next to her is a larger than usual glass of sherry and an old copy of the Strand magazine.

She raises the ( Read more... )

He pushes briskly through the door -- a smallish young man of eighteen or twenty, sensibly dressed out of somewhere in the Middle Ages, sturdy, dark-haired and fair-skinned; he probably looks familiar. He stops as soon as he sees where he is, and looks back over his shoulder anxiously. "Brother ( Read more... )

*has been playing with kites, of late -- curio renewed his interest in them, and sometimes things stick in his mind instead of slipping away, things like the names of apples and the buttons in his collection and the question of whether or not turtles have collapsible spines. a kite is something he can do, something he can make, and he likes making ( Read more... )

Kavi Chernevog, troubled Kavi Chernevog, rash Kavi Chernevog, is regretting his rash decision to frighten Pyetr Kochevikov by near-killing his English woman--when he was setting about it, when he was taking her strength from her slowly, it seemed to him a good plan, at least one that would damage Pyetr Ilitch and show him that he, Kavi Chernevog, ( Read more... )

She hadn't meant for anything to happen. It was an accident really...it was.
About twenty minutes ago Sally had entered what looked to be a greenhouse, it contained all manner of plants. Herbs, fruits, and flowers grew side by side tended to carefully by some mysterious caretaker. She decided it couldn't hurt to attempt to locate her family and so ( Read more... )

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... )

A rather old man, a bit younger than he looks with his leathery, craggy skin, and quite a lot older than he acts, is sitting between two couches that happen to be on fire.  He wears a white, dirty labcoat, that looks and smells like it hasn't been washed for a month of good use in a chemical lab.  He seems completely ignorant of the heat of the ( Read more... )