{{ READ BEFORE TAGGING}}It was a dark and stormy night ( Read more... )

[OOM: Draco's birthday! Millitimed to the 5th -- Moon and Mia and Miniver throw Draco a surprise birthday party. Presents, food, and dancing abound.]

Tonight has been a pretty good night.

But it won't be over until she finishes her work, and that includes a few notes.

( Or rather, invitations. )

Another day, and Draco was down in the bar. Still wandless, but now, it didn't seem so bad. Certainly surprised by Mia's gesture, and touched to set aside her own for now. Miniver was back as well, and safe, more importantly ( Read more... )

Five servings later, Rabastan's enjoying some downtime in the bar. There's no fighting going on, and, aside from shrimp projectiles, which he likes, because it's not being withheld from him by a stingy bar, he's feeling good ( Read more... )

There are so, so, SO many things wrong with this ( Read more... )

In one corner, Chloe O'Brian sits drumming her fingers on the table, waiting for her tea to cool ( Read more... )

Today is a day like any other. The sun is shining, the birds are crapping on the heads of those unwary who venture outside beneath the trees, and there's a heaping portion of potent magical food set out for unsuspecting bar patrons ( Read more... )

Asenath Slytherin wriggles a little in her cotton wrap when Salazar stopped moving. And Salazar stopped moving because he was certainly not expecting Milliways Bar through this particular canvas door.

Hopefully Asenath won't pick up her father's colorful language.

Puck is perched on the edge of a table, legs swinging idly. He is regarding the apple in his hand with a mixture of wariness and speculation.

Come join him as he learns a valuable lesson about friendship!

(Namely: What it tastes like.)