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Write about a time that you were the bearer of bad news.If the table in the dining room at Number 12 Grimmauld Place could talk, it could tell stories beyond the most wild dreams of anyone's imagination. Tales of dinners, drinks, and holiday parties. Laughter and stolen kisses, and maybe even a shag or two. Of late nights spent planning, pouring ( Read more... )

iphone. shuffle. lyrics. song for the month. etc.

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k so my IPHONE is the coolest fuckin thing ever right ( Read more... )

Downstairs, in the kitchen and visible from the doorway there is a cake on the table. But not just any cake. This is a Sirius Black masterpiece edition birthday cake made special for his godson with NO MAGIC involved whatsoever.


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He'd told his godson that he was taking the evening to go out, and he knew that Harry would understand his need for space. The last week had been interesting. He'd gone out and bought a tobacco farm in rural North Carolina, a new dirtbike, and had complained about not having a high enough reward on his head for his capture when he'd first escaped ( Read more... )

One year ago, today, Sirius responded to a comment in Theatrical Fen and in doing so, I found myself one of the most incredible writing partners someone could ask for ( Read more... )

It's amazing the things you find on the internet, like the following handy little website:

[wizard-muggle currency converter]

I'm also a bit offended to find that the reward for my arrest was only £50,000.

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After an amusing few conversations with a few fellow muns I felt the need to write this. Sirius will post about it soon for all muses to know about. He's quite the entrepreneur when it comes to things he wants to get his hands on but when it comes to blending in as a muggle, well, that's where the fun starts at times.

Outside of Bladenboro, North ( Read more... )