*enter a young man, looking around briefly with a rather neutral expression, almost studying the place.*

Hello. My name's Chester. Chester Snape.

*And that's... about it. He obviously inherited a talent for brevity.*

[Albus Rochester Snape. Or Chester. Snape/Styx spawn. (wtf, I know. ;)). Although he does not have the slightest inkling ( Read more... )

*the first thing anyone's going to notice is the crackling sound of flames filling the air; the second thing will be, a few seconds later, the sound's source making itself evident by the rather large column of orange flame that's materialized out of nowhere in particular -- this will slowly resolve itself into the shape of a young man, still molded ( Read more... )

And it's yet another new arrival with a rather perpetual half-smirk, standing slightly above average height (for the population in general, that is, which probably makes her on the short side for the community) in a pair of bright orange hi-top sneakers. Along with that, she's wearing a dark purple hand-knit sweater that's at least one size too ( Read more... )

*ENTER a young man, in his late teens, currently in the possession of: a rosy face, floppy hair, and hands covered in band-aids ( Read more... )