The dome was supposed to be indestructable. Hat magic trumped almost every power known to man or god, here on the Hat's turf.

Yet there was a creature the Hat was known to fear.

The Canadian Weasley bear.

( In which the Canadian Weasley bear is discussed )

Hat Shore party planning had ended up falling mostly into the hands of a couple of contestants, along with set designer Jherek Carnelian. These 'couple' of contestants were actually the Shoggies and Beowulf, who'd squelched and shouted their way toward transforming Hat Shore into a strange Under The Sea experience.

( the lagoon )

January 28th ( Read more... )

So Kaga had been eating dinner and wondering when Hogwarts had TVs in the Great Hall, or whether they would even work ( Read more... )

Teru had been putting off seeing Yukimura again. Until he was more - stable, that was what he told himself, but there came a point when that was just an excuse.

So he'd sent an owl, inviting Yukimura over, and now he was waiting for him to arrive, preparing the tea that had been his Christmas present.

There was a distant sound of wings rustling as the popcorn room began to shift. A pale, pretty young woman appeared, dressed in a black tank top, jeans and wearing a simple silver ankh around her neck. She looked down to see that she was completely covered in butter. Dragging a finger down a pale arm she shook her head with a slightly amused, if ( Read more... )

((Late mun is late, she blames her back))

( From Kusuriyuri )

They'd raced through the dungeon, Kuronue taking the West end, Kurama the East, and by the time they met up again, every water pipe in the place was glowing a different color. Some were even alight with colors that didn't even exist, or sparkled and dripped in disconcerting ways ( Read more... )

It was the first thing Teru had done in - too long. Months. He'd told himself that nothing was wrong, that in a school full of demonic psychopaths it was only sensible to keep to himself. But that wasn't why he isolated himself, and he knew it ( Read more... )

The halls were quiet when he made his way out of his room, his hair damp and hanging limp down his back, along his shoulders. His footsteps echoed along the halls, turned to quiet taps as he made his way into the closest courtyard and stood in the sun for a moment, tilting his head up to the sun. The light was warm on his face and chest, the breeze ( Read more... )