The dome was supposed to be indestructable. Hat magic trumped almost every power known to man or god, here on the Hat's turf.

Yet there was a creature the Hat was known to fear.

The Canadian Weasley bear.

( In which the Canadian Weasley bear is discussed )

On the day of the Hufflepuff-hosted potluck, the Great Hall had been transformed to accommodate the event, courtesy of Skwisgaar, a few of his bandmates, and several other helpful volunteers from Hufflepuff -- and one Ravenclaw. Skwisgaar and Toki's adoptive dragon-son, Smaug, had assisted with arranging some of the heavier items ( Read more... )

Beowulf loved the Secret Santa exchange. He had loved it ever since Pippi Longstocking gave him the gift of rainbow-striped scarf, hat, and matching gloves, which he wore every year at Yule thereafter ( Read more... )

A small child with a head of golden curls--the color of honey, perhaps, or wheat or desert sands--tumbled backwards through the Sorting Room doors and sat heavily on the floor with a surprised "Oof ( Read more... )

The first thing he realized was that he had a screaming headache. It wasn’t the kind that was brought on by spending too much time drinking, or even getting cracked on the head. The second thing was that his cheek was resting on something cool and hard. Stone? What the hell?

The hunter’s eyes snapped open and he pulled himself to his feet.

( I got your cut right here.. )

Drosselmeyer had gotten free from the Sorting Room and, with the discovery of the house elves, he had set up his room in Ravenclaw according to his exacting desires. His next stop, quite naturally, was to visit the library ( Read more... )

((WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS for Spartacus: Blood and Sand, season 1.))

A middle-aged man of unimpressive stature, dressed in the garments of a successful Roman and drenched in blood, appeared on the floor of the Sorting Room. After a moment, he stood up, looking around. There was supposed to be a river. And a ferryman. And a three-headed dog. But ( Read more... )

((OOC: As stated in the reminder post, feel free to RP in this or start your own threads. Some of the poems wander into questionable for work anyway, so we'll just call the whole post not quite work safe and feel free to take things as far as you'd like in here or into your own threads if you want. Yukimura-mun, Kuronue-mun, and Kurama-mun all ( Read more... )

There's two birds (bats, really) hanging from improbable places about Hogwarts. Yes, Kuronue had discovered a spell that allowed him to walk on the ceiling. It wasn't all that different to the anti-gravity one really, and it only took some minor tweaking. He was beginning to think that, maybe, there was something good about this Wizard magic after ( Read more... )

Ten o'clock had kind of... snuck up on him.

Malingo had, so far, avoided dealing with this particular hour by being safely in bed, asleep, long before ten. It had worked fairly well, too - the geshrat loved the morning, didn't want to miss a minute of it, so he was perfectly fine with going to bed early. If he was sleeping, he didn't have to think ( Read more... )