( She's not a girl who misses much/do-do-do, oh yeah/she's well acquainted/with the touch of a velvet hand/like a lizard on a window pane )

((Backdated to Christmas!))Fraser had been on leave since November, and he was going completely stir-crazy. With absolutely nothing better to do, he'd gotten a little gift-crazy. As usual, he'd preferred to make his presents by hand; this had proved to be his salvation for the last month ( Read more... )

( Don't regret our ties / This endless flow / You take these fears / When you say they go / Your touch honey-smooth / Your shining calm / So what if blood's spilt / You're my light you're my balm )

(( Dated just after Henry sends out his half of the invitations. )) Invitations go out, identical save for the addressee's name, all of them hand-written (not by a Dictaquill; heaven forbid!) on a heavy smooth parchment, the wizarding equivalent of good stationery ( Read more... )

Someone had told Wishbone at his sorting that Puck (of Midsummer Night's Dream fame) was here at Hogwarts. Well, Wishbone just has to go fandog him.

Wishbone, of course, did not know how to find Puck. So his brilliant idea was to find an unfamiliar scent, follow it, and hope it's Puck. I never said it was a good brilliant idea ( Read more... )

( For no one can travel/Travel back in time/Like a forgotten paradise/A dream of perfect bliss/Dust of centuries/Yet I can touch the cities/Build by my forefathers/Yet I see the banners/Of long forgotten pride/And watch the eternal rivers flow )

( Ice cream, ice cream / I like you! / Chocolate, Vanilla / Strawberry too! )

( Owl to Sasan )

Okay, this place? Effing huge. No really, the vaulted ceilings. Gorgeous woodwork up there, if Sasan should say so himself. The cobblestone floors? Tapestries and plush carpeting and guh. Totally... some past century or something. Medieval. Something like that. But compared to The Mansion, said with implied capitals for emphasis? Seriously, ew. ( Read more... )

A petite girl made her way into the sorting room, wearing a plain, white-strapped summer dress and thong sandals. The only other accessories were a cloth rucksack hanging from a shoulder and a leather chord tied around her wrist. Copper curls that once dangled in a wave past her shoulders had been brutally sheared a couple months before, and now ( Read more... )