Pleased to learn that a new Astronomy professor had been appointed, Dumbledore dashed off a quick invitation to Bean, identical to the invitations he had sent the other members of the Hogwarts faculty. Then he toddled off to the staff lounge in his best high-heeled boots. Time to ready the room for his tea party ( Read more... )

Severus' return made Dumbledore both glad and a bit concerned. Things were so different here than the Hogwarts he and Snape had shared. Acclimation would surely not be easy for the former Potions Master. Having secured a faculty position would help somewhat, yet so many of the faculty were not from the wizarding world ( Read more... )

(( with the permission of Sebastian-mun, of course))

"Oh, Sebastian?" Kathryn had thought of one last thing. Just a little amuse-bouche, something to whet their appetites for what was to come. She'd only just sent him away with a syrup-sweet Happy hunting, but there was something about the way he'd snap back like a boomerang at her call -- ( Read more... )

Rather a lot of people had come to the Winters' wedding. (Let's pretend, shall we, that Camilla actually sent out thank-you notes to those people who brought gifts? She surely would not have neglected it, lest Nana roll over in her grave; she should not be blamed for the laxity of her mun.) Believe it or not, most of them had been invited ( Read more... )

Application for Misa Amane, DEATH NOTE ( Read more... )

(( 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... )

( Letter to the Hat )

It was an odd day at Hogwarts, and we mean odder than usual. For one thing, it appeared to be raining handkerchiefs. Silk handkerchiefs. Orange silk handkerchiefs to be exact. They floated through the air, lightly draping over most everything, and then slowly dissolving into nothingness. It was most peculiar. As was the way various implements of ( Read more... )

Dear, dear Simkin,

Hogwarts just isn't the same without the incarnation of Magic. More importantly, I need a new color scheme for autumn. Lavender is such a springtime theme.

So, how about it? Will you come back? I promise entertaining mischief by the bucketful!

Yours truly,
el Sombrero del Sorting

((Backdated to Feb. 17))

After the debacle at the Valentine's party, Mr. Darcy made himself scarce. The rest of the night and most of the next day he spent drinking himself into a stupor. The day after that, he exhausted himself fencing with a straw dummy.

The day after that, there was nothing left but to face the music. So he sat down with pen ( Read more... )