Ophelia has taken to going outside with the arrival of warmer weather.

She's felt happier than she's been in ages, just by knowing that her Hamlet was here and (hopefully) safe. She hummed softly to herself as she picked flowers and set them in a basket.

She could use some company, or perhaps a friendly face to say hello.

He remembered the slice of the blade against the palm of his hand, the way it stung and bit into his skin. He remembered the anger, the hatred, the despair. He remembered the way the life faded from Claudius' eyes as he slumped in his stolen throne. He remembered feeling cold, numb, as though he'd stood too long in the snow. He remembered Horatio's ( Read more... )

The unexpectedly white man--he is a member of the British tribes that used to be so prevalent--with floppy pale hair and a broad grin looks at everyone with cheerful expectancy ( Read more... )

Helloooo. Are you all dead of boring in there? What happened to the creative plots and brilliant language?

Sheesh, kids these days.

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... )

The Mansion has a library, which, as we know, possibly rivals the Unseen University's for content if not for size. A lot of books, basically; a lot of stories. And some stories, because this sometimes happens, have gathered different versions of themselves over time. Which wouldn't normally pose a problem, except now the room's been tampered with. ( Read more... )

There is, at the top of the main staircase, a heavy oak door with a frosted glass panel, like a monochrome sunset, over the frame. On the door, at eye level, is a brass nameplate. “Ariane Emory, Pysch.,” it says, in deeply engraved letters ( Read more... )

*enter one well-built young Puerto Rican man. He's good-looking, and he knows it, that's apparent in the way he moves -- and so he'll be not-quite sprawling himself on a spare couch*

This sure as hell isn't where I expected to be. *and he looks around, with a smile* Ramon Fornos. I'm a dancer.

Typist: Like he said, Ramon Fornos from Terence ( Read more... )

Anyone wandering into the mansion's main room will currently find it adorned with various flowers - mainly in glass vases but some are scattered over tables and couches. If anyone picks any up or smells a bloom the following will happen:

If they took no part in the recent poll then they will find their clothing instantly changed to something ( Read more... )

Poll Malfoy vs Weasley

I'll be fair and won't comment on my pathetic competition. The question is simple enough, eh? So vote already!