I'm getting restless again. It's weird, this place. I am happy here, but there are times I feel trapped by the walls, too. There are times I just want to leave, to vanish and go back to the mafia, but there's too much important to me here. I don't really want to leave, but there are times I want out ( Read more... )

Valentine waited until what he'd judged was the last straggler to make their way in and shut the door. The dungeon classroom was, for the moment, brightly lit and students were paired up in front of cauldrons. There were a number of beanbags shoved off against one wall. "Why, hello," he said, waiting for whatever chatter was in the air to die ( Read more... )

((Thanks to woocha for doing the math so I didn't have to, because math is haaaard!))

I finally grab the betting pool box and, prefect results in hand, I spend some time calculating the winners. Afterwords, I struggle to the owlery and send out owls.

( Owl to Nathan Explosion )

Well. He did manage most everything ( Read more... )

The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen needed to arrange a couple of meeting. It was of course too much effort to actually go to the Owlery to send owls, so he sent off a few of the house-elves with sealed notes, and went back to watching recordings of American Idol. The study of Muggle Culture really was a fascinating one ( Read more... )

It had been early in the morning-2 or 3ish-when a man snuck into the Great Hall holding a broom and wearing an invisibility cloak he 'borrowed' from someplace. Using them both, he flew up to the rafters of the Great Hall. There he pulled something out of his pocket and secured it to the rafter, making it invisible in the process. He did this two ( Read more... )

Freshly showered and feeling much better in non-buttery clothing, Methos swung on his trenchcoat and decided to begin re-exploring Hogwarts. Thanks to directions from a few helpful house elves, he managed to locate his old room and was relieved to find his journals safely stacked away on a shelf among the other books and empty beer bottles. ( Read more... )

Slow life of wood. Sap seeping through woodgrain and through cracks in paint. News from tree to tree in wind speaking of brothers slain. Gazebo, I, will stretch and move. Gazebo probes earth to taste what path leads to the brothers' resting ground. Another flavor there too, like truffles. Gazebo knows that is a love flavor ( Read more... )

Very early on Friday morning, a team of house elves had begun construction of a large and gaudy pavilion, located just outside the window of the groundskeeper's hut. There was a lot of noise going on during this construction, which probably woke anyone currently sleeping in said gamekeeper hut ( Read more... )

A shabby little crow-like man dabbed at his bloody lip with a handkerchief. He made his way through the tower, silent except for the rustling of silk on silk. Saruman was deep in his workings and that left Gríma to contemplate his own failure ( Read more... )