Stephen had rather wanted to talk with Henry Winter at length, if for no other reason than to cement his hopeful deduction that Henry's recent wedding had well and truly laid to rest the remnants of old animosity concerning the woman who was now Mrs. Winter. Unfortunately, there had simply been no time for conversation. Stephen had brought little ( Read more... )

Because Winry was a mechanic, the frequency of having something to work on largely depending on other people bringing her things to fix, but since getting married most of her time had been spent with Edward, and she had made very little progress in the 'consumer relations' category ( Read more... )

It had occurred to Sansa after much careful thought, that she would prefer to be killed rather than ever wear the school's uniform. True, there didn't seem to be any requirement to wear House colors or uniform, but... if there was ever a requirement, Sansa would die of shame if she had to be seen in a skirt that short ( Read more... )

((Backdated to Thanksgiving Day))

( to Geoffrey Tennant )

((Backdated to November 3rd, the morning after this encounter. Yes, this is the last of the Halloween posts I'll make, I'm only spamming ahead of time because I have NO IDEA where I'm going to be next week due to family stuff. Still tagging to the other threads, but promised this. No doctor pups here, but visitors are welcome. Assuming May let ( Read more... )

"...This is not my lab." Brainiac 5 looked around the room, which was... nothing at all like his lab, actually. His lab was definitely not a large stone room, and not even remotely as... primitive? Yes, primitive seemed like the right word. Not that there was anything wrong with primitive, it was just an accurate descriptor.On discovering the ( Read more... )

( Don't regret our ties / This endless flow / You take these fears / When you say they go / Your touch honey-smooth / Your shining calm / So what if blood's spilt / You're my light you're my balm )

(( Dated just after Henry sends out his half of the invitations. )) Invitations go out, identical save for the addressee's name, all of them hand-written (not by a Dictaquill; heaven forbid!) on a heavy smooth parchment, the wizarding equivalent of good stationery ( Read more... )

Susan and Shaun had been cobbling together a guidebook to Hogwarts when the WART broadcasted. The idea was to put together something that would help ease Liz’s transition, whenever she arrived; both of them knew that Liz was definitely not the sort of person who would take some of the weird shit here easily ( Read more... )

A notice appears around the school:

Feel stressed? Overworked? A little nuts?
Try YOGA!
Free class with resident therapist Molly Michon
Four o'clock, next to Greenhouse Three

( You don't HAVE to turn into a pretzel )