The dreams were becoming harder to ignore. On waking up she was always left with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Looking in the mirror she didn't recognize herself. No sign of a golden tan, her eyes were no longer so gentle. It was time to go home ( Read more... )

After a day's worth of work in the weapons range he's sitting in the bar, staring at the door that leads to his world ( Read more... )

Thea Harman could tell you a lot of things. She could tell you how to sense a tree's life force. She could tell you how to heal one. She could speak tales of demon possession and masks buried beneath rosemary bushes - so that she would never forget ( Read more... )

There comes a time in every girl's life when she has to make a double-pup post. This is sadly one of those times.

By the lake a teenager woman stretched to the last rays of a setting sun. The sense of peace from a bit of light yoga was not to be underestimated, or so Thea would say.

Inside the Bar, Kaye Fierch is doggedly pushing half melted ice- ( Read more... )

Invitations rarely come along with a glass of orange juice. Nevertheless Thea smiled. It sounded fun and it would be a good break from countless magic books. So witch sitting at a booth with a plate of cookies (homemade, chocolate chip) and mun's entrance post block. Every so often her hand snaked out to grab one. She appeared to be browsing a book ( Read more... )

Angelina is sitting at a table not far from the bar with her broom lying flat on the table and a broomstick servicing kit open next to it, although most of the contents is scattered over the table ( Read more... )

(OOC: Crackchat, I blame you all. Reckon my French teacher will accept 'Milliways made me' as a reason why my essay's late again?)

Sam inna bar with his lunch and a newspaper. Currently he's doodling ward signs on the edges of the paper. Come distract.

It's too hot for interesting entrance posts. Sorry.

A waitrat passes by, leaves it's letter on the bar and departs again. Simple as that.

( Viktor Krum )

At some point during the day, a black and grey owl flies in through the door, and lands on the bar. Apparently it knows what it's doing, because it shakes and a letter falls off.

It's addressed to ( Thea Harman. )

There's a witch sitting on a couch. What, you want specifics? Alright, this particular witch happens to be Thea Harman, with a large dusty book, wrapped in a big cosy blanket. There may be room for two and she doesn't mind snuggling. Unless you are a skeaze :p