She's a lovely enough girl, with dark hair and light eyes, dressed as was appropriate for a lady from the turn of the century. She enters by accident, as most people do here at the Mansion. But she let's her upset show for only a moment ( 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!

Enter one young man eighteen to nineteen years of age* with neat, dark hair and a pale, pearly complexion with a touch of color to the cheeks. He's of average height and build and carries himself with a sense of grace that is befitting of a young man of his bloodline and house ( Read more... )

To all the ones calling themselves DEATH EATERS.

Make yourselves known to me here so I know what the faces of cowardly vermin look like.

Have you ever wanted the unattainable? Power, wealth, beauty, love, sex, revenge on your enemies, victory for your side, or one simple person or object you were denied?

I can grant it to you. What I ask in return is simple.

*bounces in, carrying a large tray* L'Shanah Tovah, everyone! Happy New Year! *she sets the tray on a table and uncovers it - on it is a bowl of honey surrounded by apple slices* I didn't see anyone else around here making apples and honey, so I thought I'd do it. Help yourselves!

Typist: The apples and honey are perfectly normal. No, really. ( Read more... )

Evening, ladies an' gents an' others.

I'm an ever-enterprising businessman, a real man o' the world, and I've got a business proposition for YOU.

I'm putting together this book, see, made of nice heartwarming things. (Not heartburning, or I'd put my sausage recipe in there.) It's going to be called Hot Water With Dead Bird Bits In For the ( Read more... )

And here we have a Peril Mulciber -- a man that the community is likely familiar with but who is not at all familiar with the community and who is hiding confusion and anger behind a bland and vaguely friendly mask.

Sly? Roddy?

He's a bit different than he was before -- his hair is longer, braided but tucked back into his coat, and his face is ( Read more... )

I GOT A TRAMPOLINE! ^______________________________________^!!!!!!!


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*stumbles in all bedraggled and twitchy, and collapses in the foyer*

I think...

*insert pathetic whinny here*

Horcrux.....

There are.....

more of them......

*and his forehead totally drops with a thunk on the floor*

OOC: We are off hiatus and ready for anything you throw at us! Who needs some epic mysterious spy-movie-like drama in their ( Read more... )