[McCoy's empty room (because, even gone, it was still his) still drew Jilly's eye every time she walked past it. And house Seven felt unnaturally quiet, even though McCoy hadn't really been a loud housemate. It was more that McCoy's presence had been so dependable and solid and real that the lack of it left a noticeable emptiness in its wake ( Read more... )

[After two weeks of bed-ridden induced madness, Jilly was well and truly sick of her room ( Read more... )

[at first, the dreams had been fun, if a little strange, the people nearest and dearest to her taking on completely different roles from the ones she knew so well. Archie as a sailor, Buffy as a warrior, Len as…well… a doctor still, but gruffer, somehow. And, oddly enough, Raine’s fiancé Jack Sparrow parading around as a pirate. It had been all ( Read more... )

[It's the day before the festival and there is so much to be done and Jilly was determined to rise to the occasion. This meant that the artist, who was usually a bundle of activity, was currently imitating a whirlwind as she rushed about the school trying to tie up loose ends ( Read more... )

[Jilly always loved stories of magic. C. S. Lewis, Ellen Wentworth, Susan Cooper. She’d devoured them as a child. Now, finding herself in one? She’s taking advantage of it as best she can ( Read more... )