There came an urgent knocking at Samwell's door late one evening. Jon Snow waited outside, eager to speak with his friend about recent events.

(( Continued from here. Read at your own peril.))

Fortunately, as Sam and Jon left the Great Hall for their night of meaningless lust*, they happened to pass by the Room of Requirement, that wonderful piece of deus ex machina"Look, my portly lover!," Jon exclaimed, "A secluded chamber. I cannot wait the whole long walk to our quarters- lest I take ( Read more... )

( Mmm, brownies... )

Dripping butter the entire way, Jon and Sam headed to the Hufflepuff common room. The longer they walked, the more the smell of butter began to press down on them. Not to mention they were both in clothes more suited for the frozen north than Scotland in June. Jon was sweating fiercely after his jaunt outside and the prospect of a bath seemed more ( Read more... )

((For the purposes of this RP and future RPs, assume Jon has been popcorn and now is not! He does not remember any previous plots or how he got to Hogwarts.))

( Jon awoke in the dark, in a stone room, and at first, thought nothing of it. )

( Clumsily warded and hastily scribbled, delivered by an exhausted raven )

As you've no doubt noticed, I haven't been around much. Sadly, this trend is probably going to continue until sometime in mid-Appril, so I've decided to just make my hiatus official.

I'll be back once my RL commitments are officially done, and I've got time to play again.

Take care, everyone, and save me some crack for when I get back.

After the alcohol-induced illness at New Year's, Tiffany spent the last several weeks staying as far away from the Ravenclaw bar as possible. As she was also busily studying the type of witchcraft that was taught here, it meant she normally hid out in the Library, so it all worked out quite well ( Read more... )

I'll be gone from tomorrow to, most likely, Monday, and, thus, will probably not be answering tags. After Monday, my schedule is going to be quite a bit busier, so I might not be around much at all the rest of this month.

The note is hastily written and unwarded:

Sam:

Would you be interested in a game? Constable Fraser has invited me to learn 'hockey'. His partner will be there and he has asked if I would invite a friend as well. Would you care to join us?

Jon