She bustles into the Mansion hurriedly.

"I'm sorry for being away, I've been knitting and cooking and doing things for the Order. But I'm here now. Is everyone well?"

She wrings her hands as glances at the clock she carries, which still shows all Weasley hands pointed to "mortal peril"....

[/sock]I was told Molly Weasley Prewett was wanted?[sock]

*runs in on the verge of tears*

SHIT HELP! MAJOR TRAUMA OVER HERE! HELP HELP HELP! Hermione's really hurt, really hurt! Please, for the love of Merlin, SOMEBODY HELP US!

EDIT: FUCK DON'T YOU PEOPLE KNOW WHAT HELP MEANS!? *cries hysterically* DEAD! They're DEAD!

EDIT (30/10/2006): This entry contains medical descriptions of a high-impact nature (end of pregnancy), please consider yourself warned ( Read more... )

Hello there. My name is Baily Biddles. I am merely a passerby who has just found this wonderful community whilst on my search for poor, unfortunate orphans. Yes sir, nothing breaks my heart more than the misfortunate lifes of unfortunate orphans. In fact, it is my mission in life to find orphans (especially orphans who come in groups of two ( Read more... )

*a boy of about thirteen carrying a small baby enters*

Hello. I'm Klaus Baudelaire, and this is my sister Sunny.

Glajira. (This appears to mean something like, "Our sister Violet is here already. We weren't lost, Violet, we were just late.")Hope you didn't worry, but we're here now ( Read more... )

Good day, or evening, or morning (depending on where you are ( Read more... )

Hello, everyone! My name's Charlie Bucket, and I saw that some of my friends... and other aquaintences have joined here, and I thought I would drop in and say hello! It does seem like a rather nice place, here. Very many interesting sorts ( Read more... )

( Hermione's day; in proze, because I can't write it any other way... for now )

My typist insist I introduce myself here, regardless of my busy schedule. My name is Amelia Bones, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ministry of Magic. Any violations of wizarding law are dealt with by my department, and I would encourage all those present here to present any and all information they may have regarding such ( Read more... )

Hungry poets, come to me! You sons and daughters of verse and famine, let me feed you, and read you your lyrical lyrics to me!

I've got sonnets in pastry and poems on souffle, and I'm more than willing to share--in fact, my friends, that's all I want to do.

So come, come, and have something to eat while you write!

Typist: Ragueneau, from Cyrano ( Read more... )