1. Your Name ( Read more... )

Hagrid patrolled in the darkness with Fang at his side and a loaded crossbow in his arms. His thoughts circled his large slow giant's mind, growing blacker and deeper as did the night. It reminded him of four years ago when this same girl went missing and the school was about to be closed. It reminded him of another girl, found dead in a toilet ( Read more... )

It's been a week now ( Read more... )

After six months of reliving the humiliation Olympe subjected him to (inviting him to summer at Beauxbatons without telling him she'd got herself a boyfriend, so he'd be surprised [humiliated] with the reality face to face), Hagrid decided he was ready to move on. He had no new plan so he relied on the tried and true and placed a Personal Ad seen ( Read more... )

I swear to Cyclops I am going to flay that fuckin' Filch alive! I've told him a million times if I've told him once: Don't leave the mop bucket out where the Dugbogs can get it ( Read more... )