Edward knew that logically, he had no reason to be nervous. However, the more time he spent with Bella, the more human he tended to feel; and that was why, for the first time in nine decades, he could feel the beginnings of butterflies in his stomach ( Read more... )

She's a pretty enough woman with a full, round face and bright eyes. Her hair is dark and short, and she looks decidedly sane. She holds her wan levelly, startled at her surroundings ( Read more... )

Walking in the front door is a reasonably tall and well-built man, wearing robes that were perhaps once at the cutting edge of fashion, but have become rather drab from neglect. He stands silently, looking around. He says nothing, but the barest hint of a smirk might play upon his face if you look closely. He nods to himself ( Read more... )

In an area just a bit off one of the more often trod paths to and from the mansion are four people. Their robes are black, their faces covered. The four of them are all seasoned killers -- _r_lestrange, chorus_of_bells, sly_dolohov, and dark_imperio. Things have gotten a bit too bland for them and they're out of sight, waiting for some helpless, unsuspecting victim to happen upon the path. They're ( 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... )

And here we have a Narcissa, holding a baby and looking very confused. She knows it's her baby, but doesn't know how the baby came to be, or whose it even is ( Read more... )

( Private owl to Roddy )

So it's a safe bet that pregnancy isn't actually in the water. But that doesn't mean that nothing else is either ( Read more... )

Kaos leaves a wallet lying on the floor in the entrance hall of the mansion, where it will be easily visible. He binds it to the floor and then puts a spell on it ( Read more... )

*with the help of her typist's resident artist boy, Allison wheels a curious chair into the mansion*


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