The table, Molly thinks, is probably at least seventeen generations old. It was an old Prewett heriloom, kept in a relative's attic somewhere when none of Dad's siblings had a family large enough to warrant such a giant piece of furniture. Molly's does, though, with the advent of a third son, and so she's just finished polishing it after a round of ( Read more... )

Terence Boot's journal was, even within the halls of Hogwarts, a great source of connection. In great display of his social ineptitude, Terry had decided to hold written conversation to Mandy throughout the evening as they were bundled within the very same bed, but as his bare feet shuffled down cool steps and led him to the glimmering Gothic ( Read more... )

The smog swirled around within the strands of her hair, which were already making her cross by falling out of her hair ribbon and into her face. Katie Bell always felt this twisting nervousness before the beginning of business transactions, thick and churning with her abdomen, leftover from bulky men with underappreciating and overappreciating eyes ( Read more... )