A brief report on my post-resurrection activities:

I have discovered Hogwarts is bloody insane.

A wet, bedraggled body lay in a pool of salt water, a blood-red dress clinging to its curves. Presently the water seeped into the stone floor of the Sorting Room as if drawn in by suction, and a newly dry Vesper Lynd sat up with a series of convulsive, gasping coughs ( Read more... )

((Backdated to Reilly's Sorting))

Reilly had been released from the Sorting Room at last, several rubies lighter thanks to the Sorting Hat. He was roaming the halls in search of Slytherin when footsteps sounded behind him, and unconsciously he sped up as much as his game leg would allow.

"Alan?" a voice called out. "Alan!"

Belatedly he remembered he ( Read more... )

A man in late middle age appears in the Sorting Room. He is gaunt; his hair is graying and in need of a cut, and he needs a shave. A patch of skin is missing from his cheek, and there are faint signs of fading bruises on his forehead and cheekbones, but his jaw is set and his blue eyes are determined. He is dressed in ill-fitting navy blue cotton ( Read more... )