Without warning, he returned ( Read more... )

( Bats in the belfry. )

The door to the popcorn room flew open with a bang and out stalked a curvy brunette, covered in butter and looking none too pleased with the situation. Faith Lehane looked down at herself and scowled. Her favorite leather jacket was ruined. Not to mention her jeans and the new slinky top she had borrowed swiped from Buffy’s closet the day before. ( Read more... )

((Application approved by the rest of the SPN crew!))

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[A man of just slightly more than average height with a receding hairline, wearing a tasteful and impeccably-tailored black suit, thrusts his hands into the pockets of his coat and looks around the Sorting Room with speculative interest.]

( When I said I was looking to hole up someplace out of the way, this isn't exactly what I had in mind... )

((Takes place after this.))

( I know indeed what evil I intend to do,/ but stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury,/ fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evils. )

((Backdated to the day BEFORE Valentine's Day, because RL just decided to chill out now instead of yesterday. Feel free to interrupt. Faith won't stab you, I promise ( Read more... )

((Backdated to shortly after Gillian was sorted as well as after the Dean incident))
((Semi-Open. If you have business to be there and feel the need to intercede, I suppose you could))

( Owl to Gillian, unwarded )

( Sent with what appears to be the smallest owl he could find. )

Faith sits in her hufflepuff dorm, feeling very very out of place. She hadn't been here in a long time and everything had changed. She sighed, feeling jittery. It wasn't like her to get this worked up. She sighed and started pacing. She wanted to see someone, talk to someone, get out of here. But... who? It's not like she did the whole "friend" ( Read more... )

( Owl to Ginny, warded as strongly as she knows how )