Daisy had been wandering the castle since her tour with Professor Snape last week. It hadn't dawned on her that she had not seen dear Gatsby or Nick in almost two weeks and suddenly wondered where they were. It was a rather large school and it was easy to not see someone often. But even Gatsby would leave her to her own devices? It was very unlike ( Read more... )

Nick Carraway didn't know many people at Hogwarts. He had always been a fairly self-contained fellow, and quite happy to read and dine and study on his own. He also had a friend, of sorts, already at Hogwarts: Mr. Jay Gatsby ( Read more... )

( that's the best thing a girl can be in this world. )

Nick Carraway is a Hufflepuff. However, sooner or later all Hogwarts students find their way to the Ravenclaw bar. He has a gin and tonic, and he's placed a doily carefully under the glass so as not to mar the finish of the piano. He plays piano the way someone might lay bricks: methodically, without verve, though taking pleasure in a job done ( Read more... )

( A world class clown! )

Tamaki had missed his birthday! Finding himself in a strange castle covered in butter had confused his time perception, a little; he hadn't even realised it was April ( Read more... )

You'll never be properly prepared to take a bullet, but Lester Burnham was especially surprised. It came at the right moment, however. Lester lay in the kitchen, the blood flowing from his head like a cracked vat of water, spilling onto the tiles. But he was happy. He was smiling and he was happy ( Read more... )

The early hours of the morning found Claire Tourneur sitting cross-legged in a hallway, having an intimate conversation with a pretty girl in a portrait. The girl would point out other portraits across the hall, and tell Claire all about their comings and goings. Claire found it fascinating ( Read more... )

In the summer of 1999, very little surprised Claire Tourneur. She simply wouldn't let shock take away valuable time that could be spent partying away the fact that her life was going to end. Everyone's lives, actually. The nuclear satellite hung precariously over the earth, losing a battle with gravity that would end life on the planet when it ( Read more... )

(( Aided, abetted, and egged on by Gatsby-mun, of course. )) Later, Nick would suppose it might all have been inevitable. Some senseless and improbable fate had ordained that he, Nick Carraway of Chicago, should alone serve as clear-eyed witness and chronicler to the culmination of Jay Gatsby's fabulous life. Why not Gatsby's afterlife as well ( Read more... )