Andy Bernard had come to Hogwarts with baggage. To house-elves he had entrusted his suitcase and even his messenger bag, but the banjo case he insisted on carrying himself. Its strap rumpled his suit jacket and diagonally bisected the neat front of his shirt (point-collar classic-fit dress shirt in glacier stripe, clashing with his Northwest- ( Read more... )

It may or may not have been coincidental, but at almost the exact same time, eight figures walked through the front door of Hogwarts and into the Entrance Hall. Well, seven walked. The eighth blibbled.

( The godfather, the reluctant hero, and the marshmallow )

( Warning, here be Lost spoilers )

Just beyond the main doors and inside the entranceway to Hogwarts Castle was a tall desk. It was the sort of desk one would see in the reception area of a generic American office -- chest high, beige, and entirely nondescript except for three things: the "RECEPTION" name plaque that sat atop it, the jar of mixed jelly beans that sat next to said ( Read more... )

Anyone glancing up at the sky would perhaps be alarmed at the flock of Doves descending upon the castle, each one with a perfectly tied blood red bow around it's neck. Those with apt vision would be alarmed at the disfigurement of the doves, and how they from one side looked like owls ( Read more... )

My darling fashionistas and Pam ( Read more... )

The life of a regional manager was not always easy. Michael had been through all sorts of trauma throughout his career, from being censored from sending around inappropriate e-mail forwards (he had still managed to keep "That's what SHE said" alive, though!) to burning his foot on a George Foreman grill, from having his birthday upstaged by Kevin's ( Read more... )

August 28th ( Read more... )

Well. It was about time that this school started behaving in a sensible fashion. Unlike most of his fellow students, Dwight was thrilled at the odd turn of events. Yes. Marriage was most agreeable. Sadly, it could not be to Angela, but a Schrute always looked towards the future!

Heading to tent 23, he was even more ecstatic to find that not ( Read more... )

An apparently young man appears in the Sorting room. He looks dazed, and very nearly stumbles: a rare occurance indeed. He's slight, with tawny skin and deep, amber eyes; his golden hair seems almost weightless. The youth is dressed in plain black, well made but not expensive, something that makes him frown: no chance of appearing as Lord Golden. ( Read more... )