A small blonde girl lugs a large stuffed suitcase into a bar and announces, very loudly and with triumph in her voice, "And I shall not go back until it is far too late for me to be sent to school!"

This is The Plan. The Plan cannot fail!

[OOC: Plotlocked. Sorry, guys!]

A house with hundreds of rooms, set on vast acres of moors, should not feel significantly emptier for the absence of one girl. It did, however, for Archibald Craven, and it felt fuller again when Mary Lennox came home from school. Nevertheless, it would never occur to Archibald not to send Mary back to school. She's a growing girl and she needs ( Read more... )

[OOM: Mary Lennox is growing, and the household is beginning to notice.]

Archibald Craven, master of Misselthwaite Manor, is sitting by the fire, drinking a glass of burgundy while perusing a catalogue of rare books presently for sale.

[OOC: The player is going to dinner. All tags will be picked up when she returns Back! Off to nurse a headache. See you another day!]

The lake is haunted.  You know this by now, don't you?

The lake is haunted by a little boy, down by the water, fishing around in the reeds for bugs and beetles.

[ooc: given that for no apparent reason I have started typing in french instead of spanish, except that it's late, I'm thinking it's bedtime.  Slowtimes abound >.>]

In the ten months since he returned to Misselthwaite Manor, Archibald Craven has awakened to other responsibilities besides caring for his children. Today he has tended to one of his long-ignored duties as the Master of Misselthwaite, visiting his tenants and caring for their needs. For the most part, the tenants are a healthy, hard-working lot ( Read more... )

He's crazy, he's blond, he's shy, and he's totally at your disposal.

Come say hi to Harding!

(Which is to say, there's a tall, slender blond man picking his way through a plate of tea sandwiches--what? he'd liked them!--and sipping, quite appropriately, a mug of Darjeeling.)

Archibald Craven has always been a selfish and self-indulgent man, and there have been very few willing to challenge him when he went into his darker moods since Lilias Craven died. In the days since he quarreled with Lucy Pevensie he indulged himself first by shutting himself up in his rooms and later by expressing his will rather forcibly to the ( Read more... )

Summer is coming to Misselthwaite, now, and the gardens are full of opening roses. Archibald Craven does not go out often to the gardens. They are Mary's place, and Colin's, and he does not wish to intrude. The summer still reaches him, though. On certain afternoons this time of year, warm sunshine filters into the windows of Archibald's ( Read more... )

This? This is a smugly content werewolf. He looks rather like the dog who ate the supper. Not cat with canary, that'd be the other half of this particular mating. He and the puppies enter and lounge in front of the fire. One of the three of them has a book, the other two have a bit of rope that they're tugging on ( Read more... )