Olive, Sirius...Cross. I uh...I made you all some pie. And about thirty more for whoever wants one. I'd come give them to you personally, but...I have to figure out what I'm going to do with all this pie..

[ooc: Strikes are muttered under his breath]

Well the bars are gone. I've already said I'd make a pie for both Sirius and Olive, so I'm...going to go see what's in the kitchen.

[ooc: No idea who to make Ned fall for, so first come first serve? XD!]

So, uh…I’m not really sure where I am or what I’m doing here. But there’s this weird thing on my wrist that’s actually really bothering me and I would really like to take it off, but it seems like…well…kind of stuck?

Why...why can't I get this thing off my arm?

OW. Oh owowow. Did that just...it shocked me! Whoever thought that making things ( Read more... )