On the day of the Hufflepuff-hosted potluck, the Great Hall had been transformed to accommodate the event, courtesy of Skwisgaar, a few of his bandmates, and several other helpful volunteers from Hufflepuff -- and one Ravenclaw. Skwisgaar and Toki's adoptive dragon-son, Smaug, had assisted with arranging some of the heavier items ( Read more... )

The young woman who walked into the Sorting Room carried a bow and quiver of arrows on her back, but ignored those in favor of a knife with a large garnet set in the hilt. She looked to be about twenty, and very fit. Her curly brown hair was chopped close to her head where it wasn't pulled back into a tail, and her tanned skin was laced with pale ( Read more... )

It's not improbable that extremely large and powerful animals might panic when confronted by certain types of much smaller animals. Take the classic example of the elephant thrown into a tizzy by mice.

For T-Rex, the panic-trigger took two forms: raccoons and cephalopods. Creepiest neighbors ever! Really. Not kidding.One time he moved to ( Read more... )

Acorna isn't sure what to make of this. She looks around the sorting room - strange and austere, but even without the purifying effect of her horn, the air is clean and safe if a little musty, and she doesn't see any immediate danger - and turns back to the door she came in through, which looks nothing like any hatch ever installed on the Condor. ( Read more... )

... well, worksafe if your boss does not mind you READING ABOUT T-REX AT HOGWARTS while you are at work. Maybe even WRITING with or about T-Rex, OMG ( Read more... )

((OOC: To avoid godmodding issues, Drosselmeyer's canonical story spinner abilities (i.e., writing stories that come true) have been voided by the magic of Hogwarts. Of course, he can surely find other ways to mess with people's lives...))An old and eccentric man strode through the Sorting Room doors, a red cloak flowing from his hunched shoulders ( Read more... )

((Permission granted from Star Wars muns some time ago--half of which is me :-P ))She glided into the sorting room, tall, whip-thin and chalk-pale under her billowing black cloak. She took her time, surveying the room as she did so. When she lowered the hood of her cloak, eyes almost as pale as her skin flicked around, taking in the sights, and ( Read more... )

So there's this T-Rex in the middle of the Sorting Room. He is looking around for something to stomp. "Where's the tiny house?" he demands. (He can totally talk.) "Where's the tiny woman? NOT THAT THERE IS ANY MISOGYNY IN THIS QUESTION. I am just used to stomping on a tiny woman and her gender is incidental! ANYWAY I WOULD LIKE TO STOMP ON ( Read more... )