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There's a Sam!
He's at the bar, being all... Sammy.
You should talk to him.
~
There's also a Molly, sitting in a low-ish branch of a tree outside. She has bubbles!
~
There is, furthermore, an eighteen-year-old Minerva McGonagall sitting by the fire with a butterbeer and a book. For once, it's not a schoolbook: the words on the cover read in gold Old Whizzbee's Book of Practical Bats.
~
And, last but not least, a tired knight, lord and middle-aged cynic is slouched on a couch with a glass of spiced apple juice, looking suspiciously like he might be mostly asleep.
His friends call him Raoul.
[OOC: First of all, the mun apologises for this EP and blames the hangover. The going-away party last night was fun. Second of all, taggers should bear in mind that the mun is off to London on Wednesday and thence to Paris for a year with unknown levels of internet. Any slowtimes after tomorrow night will be either exceptionally slow or dropped completely depending on your preference and my levels of brain activity.]
He's at the bar, being all... Sammy.
You should talk to him.
~
There's also a Molly, sitting in a low-ish branch of a tree outside. She has bubbles!
~
There is, furthermore, an eighteen-year-old Minerva McGonagall sitting by the fire with a butterbeer and a book. For once, it's not a schoolbook: the words on the cover read in gold Old Whizzbee's Book of Practical Bats.
~
And, last but not least, a tired knight, lord and middle-aged cynic is slouched on a couch with a glass of spiced apple juice, looking suspiciously like he might be mostly asleep.
His friends call him Raoul.
[OOC: First of all, the mun apologises for this EP and blames the hangover. The going-away party last night was fun. Second of all, taggers should bear in mind that the mun is off to London on Wednesday and thence to Paris for a year with unknown levels of internet. Any slowtimes after tomorrow night will be either exceptionally slow or dropped completely depending on your preference and my levels of brain activity.]