( Lightly warded owl to the Sorting Hat )

( Pre-class mingling )

A parcel arrives, carried by a weary and haggard owl, ( addressed to one Emma Woodhouse of Ravenclaw )

The bar is stocked, there's dance music on the gramophone (or Lupin's idea of dance music, which is mostly old swing 78's), and he's wearing his best suit, which will no doubt be completely sodden with liquor by the end of the evening. The house elves have outdone themselves with an array of hor d'oeuvres laid out beautifully on plates set up ( Read more... )

Dear Miss Woodhouse,

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When one is the author of a monograph called "The Murderer's Vade-Mecum", what one doesn't know about poisonous plants isn't worth knowing. Lord Peter smiled at the assignment, but was too well-mannered to gloat about it. Instead, he sent messages to his group, suggesting a meeting in the library in the morning, around 11:00 AM (or earlier if ( Read more... )

((OOC: Anyone who has not been zapped by Eros is welcome to join Lord Peter for a drink in the Ravenclaw common room. Lovestruck folks can join in too, to annoy the singletons ( Read more... )