Draco has been miserable for over a month now but now this misery has turned to nastiness again. With minor adjustments he tinkered with some enchantments he'd been working on and he's now set up some invisible traps in three corners of the main room ( Read more... )

*in a largish but sloppy hand*

It's September 1st. I'm supposed to be at Hogwarts, but I can't get there. Long time residents should know how people have had mixed results trying to get away from the Mansion. Are there any witches or wizards who can get to Hogsemeade or London, or anywhere away from the immediate vicinity of the Mansion? Has anyone ( Read more... )

A note is prominently tacked to the bulletin board but it is charmed so only the recipient can read it:

Attention: Harry Potter.

I need to speak with you. It's urgent. Not life or death but I would appreciate if you would turn up. I'll be by the front door about noon.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy.

Drag, scrape, wand-prod, mutter, sigh. Drag, scrape, wand-prod, mutter ( Read more... )

A determined Al pins a new notice to the bulletin board downstairs before heading off,

To whoever reads this,

I ought to be in first year at Hogwarts, but obviously I'm not, because I'm here. Anyone who can spare some of their time to teach would be appreciated.

The subjects that are needed are

Herbology
Potions
Charms
Transfigurations
Defence ( Read more... )

For those who noticed George's entrance (and didn't know of the Weasley twins - but who doesn't?), it might seem like deja vu. Yet another redheaded male wizard strolls in, but this one has both ears intact and proceeds to look solemnly confused at the moment, a far cry from his usual flippant and teasing attitude ( Read more... )

Enter: a young lady with a wonderful profile. She's willowy, blonde, imperious, and very well and expensively dressed in a 1930s-intellectual kind of way. She sweeps in confidently, tugging at one glove as she walks, then comes to an abrupt halt as she takes in her surroundings. This isn't Bumpleigh Hall. How could it not be Bumpleigh Hall? ( Read more... )

His beloved summer is coming to an end, and Baldr is making the most of it while he can. Anyone who enters the downstairs rooms of the mansion will find that the walls have rolled up like petticoats, leaving the roof and upper stories to be supported by vines and trellises instead. Most everything looks alive, or at least prettily fake, with ( Read more... )

Since dawn there have been wonderful smells floating in the air, all warm and lovely and creating a wave of extra heat radiating from the kitchen ( Read more... )

*pinned to the bulletin board*

Draco,

Can I speak with you?

-Armand