She appears midafternoon, closer to dusk than to afternoon, really, but she doesn't recognize the time. She appears on the floor, a shivering wreck in what was once probably a green dress, her face bruised and her eyes wide and terrified, her cheek pressed against the floor. She does not move for a very long time, panting breathlessly. It takes her ( Read more... )

There's a lot of magic floating around the Mansion, the residue as it were of all sorts of spells and different types of magic, just sort of drifting. It makes Jaenelle sneeze sometimes, but currently she is thoroughly absorbed in a spell of an entirely different nature and doesn't notice the change in the air when some of that stray magic, some of ( Read more... )

Molly isn't quite sure who to ask, but luckily, she's not shy. So currently, she's looking for someone who might be able to shed some light on Denis' current enchantment. (And, perhaps, also a certain Mr. Kohlrabi, to organzie a picnic. Tom needs cheering up.) Helpful and unhelpful responses welcome.

In she strides, swinging through the Mansion's tall front doors in a swirl of vivid colors - a tall, lanky young woman, somewhere in her early twenties, with startlingly green eyes and a veritable mane of marmalade-colored curls tumbling loose to her waist. She wears a loose white shirt and sand-colored bloomers, billowing out until they tighten ( Read more... )

Enter: a young lady with a wonderful profile. She's willowy, blonde, imperious, and very well and expensively dressed in a 1930s-intellectual kind of way. She sweeps in confidently, tugging at one glove as she walks, then comes to an abrupt halt as she takes in her surroundings. This isn't Bumpleigh Hall. How could it not be Bumpleigh Hall? ( Read more... )

Freyja is a bored goddess. This is never a good thing. There seems to be an inordinate amount of moping going on which is not cool by her book. So she has started a crackplot. Of course, she doesn't know it's a crackplot. She just thinks she's helping these poor, unfortunate mortals have some fun ( Read more... )

Now that Molly has found a home for her child and has cleared up matters with Tom, she's got one more promise to Curio to fulfill. Since, being illiterate, she can't very well leave a note on the bulletin board, she's wandering about the Mansion and the grounds, looking for someone who seems a likely choice to approach about the problem of how to ( Read more... )

(a figure. he's dressed in black, immaculate: high black shoes, black trousers, black shirt with a high collar and buttons at the cuffs and up the front. black buttons. his hair matches, curly as it is. his eyes are dark and serious. clipped on the shirt is a small card. the most important things on the card are the long black band along the bottom ( Read more... )

Molly has been, more or less, mostly happy since arriving at the Mansion. But now she is feeling quite lost indeed. And as much as she hates the loss of control, she can't help the tears that are coming hot and fast, if quiet. She's in the first empty room she happened upon, trying not to be noticed, though those who pay attention might hear her ( Read more... )

If I could have everyone's attention, please. I'd like to know, who do you hate most and why?

Random opinion poll, of course Paul has his own reasons for it.