Scorpius should really clean out his book bag more often. But it doesn't really occur for him to do so until he's digging through it, piling rubbish on the table before him, in search of a half-read letter from home he shoved in with his books that morning ( Read more... )

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The door opens, and the chatter on the other side of the door is almost similar to the chatter within the bar itself. (He'd been in the Great Hall.)

A young boy of sixteen lingers by the woodwork, staring with wide eyes. They're familiar eyes, for those who knew his father (and, as Albus knows very well, there is hardly a wizard or witch who hasn' ( Read more... )

The door swings open to let in a grinning, redheaded faerie busily chatting on a cellphone. Her dress is green and sparkly, with leaves winding up the sleeves and a colorful train swishing at the back, and her ears are pretty darn impressive.

She blinks as the responses cut off ('So I'll meet you down- Uh, Paige?') and frowns down at the screen ( Read more... )

It comes in from the Labyrinth, of course ( Read more... )

There are not enough acorns in the universe to make Squirrel stick around his room while Coreen's party is going on, so he is down at the bar in his own pajamas (boxers, t-shirt, blue plaid bathrobe), working his way through a milkshake and a plate of spicy fries and playing a bit of solitaire ( Read more... )

Lazing on a Sunday afternoon.

Some time later, when he should technically be heading across the hall to his office, Lorne walks into the bar. Bar kindly procures a shiny, rainbow colored drink the moment he takes a seat.

Perfectly botherable. If not in the best of moods (not that you'd ever tell.)

((OOC: Mun will be on and off for about an ( Read more... )

Coreen is sitting at a table with a few snacks, and a bunch of construction paper, scissors, and glue.  She's working on a uber-awesome 1st Father's Day card for Squirrel.  She's almost done, but is keeping the supplies out in case anyone wants to make one too.

She'd welcome some company.

[Tiny Tag: Coreen Fennel]

Bill is sitting at a table with a clear view of the front door and the notice board. He hasn't slept much since finding out about Boo, and hasn't eaten much, either ( Read more... )

"Dad, I'm home! Are you -" the girl in the doorway stops short, tightens her grip on her backpack strap ( Read more... )