Summer in Southern California is a sunny, dry, hot time. But more importantly -- it's vacation time. Time to hang out in the Bronze, or the park, or the mall -- unless you're one of the unlucky schmucks who's got summer school.

[ooc: Go on, you know you want to revisit/create your Sunnydale versions of your pups! Have some fun!]

It's prom night at Sunnydale High. The weather is balmy, the gym has been decorated enthusiastically with streamers, and there are no demons running around attempting to eviscerate prom-goers.

YetHowever, somewhere in the throng of early arrivals is senior Ava Wilson; she has a purse full of occult items and a mind full of ill intent ( Read more... )

There's a handsome chap, in a sharp black suit, sitting by himself, with half a glass of something clear at his table.

Tap-tap-tap-tap go his fingers. Tap-tap-tap-tap.

[ Background.  Spoilers for DH.]

There were green eyes just inches above his, and then there was nothing.

But then, surprisingly, there was something; dim, vague space, grey and formless, without boundaries.

There was air, there was a floor and the suggestion of walls when he couldn't even be completely aware of having a body.  And most importantly, ( Read more... )

A young boy scowls from the other side of the open front door. This is not what he expected, and Tom Riddle does not like to be surprised ( Read more... )