When she had been in college, Camilla and her twin brother had shared a flat, and they had always held dinner there on Sunday nights for their small group of friends. The Sorting Hat had reminded her about this, and suggested she take up that tradition again, here at Hogwarts. Actually, she thought the Hat considered this part of her 'bribe' for ( Read more... )

There was something delightfully clandestine about having to give a password to a speaking portrait in order to enter Gryffindor ( Read more... )

Typewriter (scratched multiple times with the word 'Shooter') hefted awkwardly in his arms, Mort Rainey clutches his notes in between his teeth as he heads towards the Library. It was a little too rowdy in the Ravenclaw common room; he had a feeling the Library might be a little more peaceful. Eventually he found an empty table and set the old ( Read more... )

In the library, Marius quietly stacked up a few books he thought might prove useful and laid out quills and parchment. He carefully placed an inkwell in the center and sat down to daydream until Nessarose arrived. He wasn't really a very good teacher and he wondered what he had been thinking by offering to give language lessons. He'd probably been ( Read more... )

Ms. Nessarose,

I believe you wished to avail yourself of my knowledge of languages. When would you like me to give you lessons?

Sincerely,
Marius Pontmercy

Marius was sitting out by the lake, leaning against a tree. A book of poetry was open on his lap, but he was happily daydreaming. He dreamily watched the afternoon sunlight guild the surface of the lake, and filter through the leaves of the trees. Despite the pleasant warmth, he was dressed in his customary black, and his coat was buttoned up to ( Read more... )

Sarah Jane headed down to get something to eat, wondering what the House Elves were going to make today. It was so odd to her that people made food for her, and she felt a little bad. If she had known Hermione Granger once had tried to set them free she probably would've done the same. Oh Sarah Jane, such a feminist ( Read more... )

As translated from the original French.

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
Brie, I suppose. It’s not as expensive as the others, it’s filling enough to be an entire meal, and if I daydream whilst eating, I can imagine myself to be eating the desert course of a banquet.

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
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