Hat Shore party planning had ended up falling mostly into the hands of a couple of contestants, along with set designer Jherek Carnelian. These 'couple' of contestants were actually the Shoggies and Beowulf, who'd squelched and shouted their way toward transforming Hat Shore into a strange Under The Sea experience.

( the lagoon )

((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... )

John sat comfortably in a corner of Ravenclaw’s bar, nursing a scotch. The prank war was finally over and everyone was back to their appropriate age. Calm had descended on his family, at least for now. He spun the glass between his fingers, watching the amber liquid swirl in the half light. While he had been gone, his family had grown. Bobby ( Read more... )

Dear Mr. Winchester,

Hi! I'm Megan Gwynn. I don't know if you remember me, we met in your Sorting. I'm the one with wings. (And if you met more than one person with wings, I'm the one with pink hair.) I think you must be settled by now, so I was hoping to get some lessons on those Devil Trap things you were talking about for your bribe. I ( Read more... )

Whoosh!

Without preamble, a pair of pint-sized refugees from a prank gone slightly awry materialized in the middle of the Great Hall. The smaller of the two (who couldn't be more than two in human years, if that) released his hold on his companion's sleeve and looked around, satisfied to have escaped their tormentors ( Read more... )

( Dean had left the bar and made it back to the room while Sam went ahead to set up the necessary perimeters for the prank and keep any way ward students or professors from wandering in to. Dean snagged his wand and with a whistles headed out down the hall towards the bar again as he hedged this was his best bet on where to find the pair. )

(  He had decided to bring the tapedeck Cas got him for Christmas along with him to the bar, a house elf already on it's way to collect the people Dean figured wouldn't mind joining him for a drink. )

It was over. It was finally over.

They did it, Mary. They got that damned demon.

John couldn’t have been prouder. Sam and Dean had come through, they had finished the job. The yellow eyed demon was dead. No exorcisms, no chances of coming back. Dead. The world around him faded into a bright light and he found himself in a stone room. John ( Read more... )