Sansa,

I don't believe we've met, and I wish I could be writing under happier circumstances. It's about a mutual friend: Susan Sto Helit. She's unwell, to say the least. I was thinking it might do her some good to see you. Do you have some time free?

Charles Macaulay
Ravenclaw

( Owl to Eddard Stark, sealed but not warded )

Mr. Wednesday had been deemed a Ravenclaw. This was only right and proper. Huginn and Muninn ought to be around here someplace ( Read more... )

( Owl and package to Ned Stark )

It had occurred to Sansa after much careful thought, that she would prefer to be killed rather than ever wear the school's uniform. True, there didn't seem to be any requirement to wear House colors or uniform, but... if there was ever a requirement, Sansa would die of shame if she had to be seen in a skirt that short ( Read more... )

((Littlefinger's motives for coming to Hogwarts stolen from Camilla. Thanks!))

A short man with grey-green eyes and a goatee strolled leisurely through the Great Hall to the head table. His elegant silk blue cloak with its silver mockingbird clasp was caked with mud, but he was smiling. "I should really have a talk with that Thoros," he drawled. " ( Read more... )

((Okay'ed by the S&A muns.))

( I'm Darren Nichols. Deal with that! )

((After letter exchange with Arya here))

( Owl to Ned Stark, not warded in case healers screen mail )

( Owl to Tyrion )

( Owl to Sansa, warded to turn into a box of candy hearts for anyone else )