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... )

Draco has been miserable for over a month now but now this misery has turned to nastiness again. With minor adjustments he tinkered with some enchantments he'd been working on and he's now set up some invisible traps in three corners of the main room ( 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... )

For those who noticed George's entrance (and didn't know of the Weasley twins - but who doesn't?), it might seem like deja vu. Yet another redheaded male wizard strolls in, but this one has both ears intact and proceeds to look solemnly confused at the moment, a far cry from his usual flippant and teasing attitude ( Read more... )

Fred and George have spent the afternoon setting up a small stall in the main hall of the Mansion, displaying some of their most popular products sold at the shop. A rather large sign reads:

"Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes: SALE!"

George sits back in a chair smirking, while Fred calls out to passersby enthusiastically. "Come on folks, it's that ( Read more... )

*And in walks in Professor Trelawney, her usual spooky, misty self*

My dears, I feel that it is my obligation to inform you that a black aura hangs about the mansion.

Typist: And she's back!

"Quick, Fred! Drag them in here..." George hustles into the Mansion, several rolled up rugs or carpet-looking things under his arms.

Fred groans and drags in more of the same. "Unnhh, George, these are heavy!"

"You can always put on a feather weight charm, if you can't handle it," George smirks.

"I can handle it." Fred glares at his brother and ( Read more... )

Hermione passes through the Mansion, and after collecting a cup of tea from the kitchen, she goes outside to enjoy the last bits of fall sunshine. She's folded her wings to as small as they'll get.

As she nurses her tea, she thinks things over. She would appreciate a friendly face to talk to, especially if it's an old friend's.

Typist: Feel free ( Read more... )

He was bound to show up in this place sometime. His luck has always been that way ( Read more... )