((You want classic characters, you got it. Also, I'm aware that the pic is of a modern version of the guy.))

Mercutio sort of spaced out in the sorting room, admiring everything.

"Such gleeful creations; such would be touched by the very hand of God himself, were this not but a mortal design!" ...Right. The man picked up one of the application forms ( Read more... )

Lezard and Steff had inadvertently grown a giant death worm.

All right, they hadn't grown it inadvertently. They'd done that intentionally. What they'd done inadvertently was to give it far too much growth catalyst potion, then allow it to escape Lezard's dorm-room-turned-laboratory ( Read more... )

Valentine Michael Smith was still grokking the great goodness that was Hogwarts, and humanity in general. His perceptions of all of these things were still a bit skewed, but his heart was in the right place ( 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... )

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... )

"What the hell?" was the first words that came from the white haired, blue eyed demon hunter. Twin pistols, one black and one white were kept in holsters at the back of his long, red jacket, near the holster where he kept his sword. The sword had a skeleton torso and skull at the hilt, and looked...demonic looking.

"Where am I?" he asked himself.

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The following anonymous post appeared on the compy network.

For the purposes of curiosity ( Read more... )

The following missive is delivered to Yukimura. It is written on fancy, decorative stationary, provided, of course, by everyone's favorite mid-sized formerly northeastern paper company. Because the mun enjoys throwing her characters together for no discernible reason.

( The owl's contents )

Despite the things going on, Kusuriyuri knew his duty as a professor. He opened his office door, placing a small sign just outside stating his office was open and to please remove shoes as it was entered ( Read more... )

Hey, ahhhh... Okay. Okay, whoa, ahhhh, this is... this isn't the jungle, is it ( Read more... )