Being solitary was something she'd come to be surprisingly good at over the past few years. It was rather difficult to make friends when you were attempting to hide what you were doing from the people you'd been around your entire life. What made matters worse was that the people who should have by all rights wanted to (or at least, had reason to) ( Read more... )

It's late, but she hasn't been able to practice much with her wand ... and so, she's outside ( Read more... )

Daniel Dreiberg wasn't exactly a heavy drinker; when he'd opened a door to his closet and found a bar instead, it was, to say the least, odd. It wasn't wishful thinking that had put the bar there, certainly. He'd only been looking for a spare part he was sure he had somewhere, for one of his newer projects. Tinkering with Archie, toying with new ( Read more... )

Rorschach does not drink. He sits off in a corner, watching everyone, everything with extreme intent. He knows this is where people come and go. Where the walls of reality seems to buckle and bend like it was made of tin.

"Hurm," he mutters to himself.

Hardly seems real. But he knows better, now. Knows this place is real ( Read more... )

The problematic thing about being a wizard without a wand who is complete rubbish with wandless magic is ... well, that you can't do magic. That means that she can't try to apparate home (although she is quite confident that this wouldn't be possible even if she did have a wand) and that she can't practice anything or send a patronus out ( Read more... )

If there is one thing that Narcissa Malfoy knows now (and she does know a thing or two, including that making a messenger patronus is really bloody hard to hide from a husband who is a Death Eater), it is that things are never going to be what they were.

The Lord Voldemort is dead, she is both sweaty and bloody (things that she does not ( Read more... )