Time on the island was something of a relative concept, but the calendar said it was July the 4th today, and to Harry that meant only one thing: barbecue time. It'd been an awfully long time since he'd last set foot on American soil, and to him that made it all the more important to keep up with traditions from home. There were enough displaced ( Read more... )

On the morning of the 29th, Albus and Bartemius awake to find themselves among the victims of Truth Plot. Thread ongoing.

Today was their third day, and Sirius, who wasn't especially inclined to emotional generosity under the best of circumstances, thought that if James did not stop whinging soon, the population of the idiot island they'd managed to land upon would be decreasing by half. Yes, yes, James was supposed to be getting hitched, yes, the whole situation was ( Read more... )

With five elections under their collective belts, it was tradition now that once the election results were posted, the island (or most of the island, anyway) took the day off to enjoy a celebration. The kitchen crew worked for hours to make sure there was ample food and drink piled on tables both inside and outside the compound, and the music had ( Read more... )

The clinic, thought Albus, was most unlike the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts or even one of the wings at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. The most notable of their differences was, naturally, the regrettable lack of magic. Though he was hardly an advocate for the profession of Healing, he was confident that, had he contracted this ( Read more... )

Book had known about the chapel for a while, and hadn't quite gotten over to it just yet. He was a nomadic shepherd, a man who tended to a flock that lived in the black. He went from the abbey to the black, and his flock, as it were, was a ragtag group of criminals that held to their own rules and morals. Where these eight people, alone in the ( Read more... )

Cecily could not help but feel that her sense of adventure was dwindling as her time on the island grew. She did not like to think herself as someone quite as drab as either Ms. Prism or Lady Bracknell, but there were days where she felt there was just nothing else to do but something from home, like play the piano... which is exactly what she ( Read more... )

Barty was feeling intensely miffed. Regulus was gone. He'd had plans for rubbing certain things in Regulus's face and or making Severus Snape a cuckold. Well, consider those plans canceled. Albus was enough of a puzzle, or if not a puzzle then at least a man of such depth, that he had something to do most days ( Read more... )

Who's the leader of the club,
That's made for you and me?
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E!
Hey, there! Hi, there! Ho, there!
You're as welcome as can be,
M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E!Albus Dumbledore, though currently much younger than most were truly familiar with, was still a man of many talents. He could, for example, rhapsodize at length about magical theory ( Read more... )

If you had been upstairs in the Compound or in the Hub at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so ( Read more... )