[Why no, Ron's voice doesn't sound like he's been crying, because boys don't cry. Not even when they're panicking because their mums are missing.]

Has anybody seen my mum?

I checked her room... and the kitchen... and a few other places, but....

Mum, where are you?

You couldn't've left. Not without me.

I think I might've eaten too much yesterday. Couldn't really get out of bed for a while this morning... er, afternoon. Late afternoon. But it's still technically the holidays, right? There's no reason to be up and about at dawn or anything.

Ruby, I got a laugh out of that book. It should come in handy. Thanks!

Sirius, if you've got anyone you'd want ( Read more... )

[Private to Sirius, James Potter, Coraline, and Ruby // totally hackable because Ron still fails at tech.]My mum's got this idea of spending Christmastime with family and friends, so, since you lot are the closest I've got to that around here, I was wondering if you wanted to spend the day with us? I think she's just got dinner in mind (I'm hoping ( Read more... )

[Ron's face comes on, looking distinctly annoyed.]

If someone doesn't tell me what the hell is going on-

[He's interrupted by someone shaking a bag of potato chips in his face, causing Ron to move the camera in surprise. Next to him is a taller, older, chubbier version of himself, offering the bag.]

Sure you don't want any chips, dude?

No, I don't want ( Read more... )

[The communicator is on Ron's desk, picking up a fairly strange scene. Ron is wearing a red bathrobe over his pajamas and hurriedly backing away from a small manservant, who is holding out robes that look vaguely like this.]

No! I don't care what sort of psychotic idea this ruddy Queen's got, you're not setting me up in that! I refuse!

[He takes off ( Read more... )

Even if I don't end up falling out a window again, I really hope the next event isn't a ball. I hate dancing.

Can't we ever get some decent clues?

[Private to Sirius / Hackable because Ron still fails at technology]

Erm, Sirius? I just heard that you... uh, that you got hurt during the last event. I didn't know you could change into a dog, and Ruby ( Read more... )

[Ron's voice sounds a bit slurred and strained... maybe a bit concussed? Who knows?]

Shouldn'... shouldn' try escapin' through a window.

'preciate if someone could throw a blanket over me. Bit cold. Been out here for... a while.

[A thud sound can be heard as the device finally becomes too heavy for him and he lets it fall to the ground as he passes ( Read more... )

Is it just me, or do a lot of these event announcements have to do with food? I mean, I like food and everything, but why use that in these poems about how we're all gonna be in incredible pain?! Why not use something already connected to pain, like school or something?

Is that foul drink coming out of the tap? What do I have to do to get some water around here?
Also, it's colder than the Potions class' dungeon. I need more blankets, but I don't know if there are any more to spare.

Sharing wasn't even this tough back home, and that's with six siblings under one roof.

Well, that wasn't all that bad! True, my drawing's too rubbish for me to have bothered putting any of it up, but at least our mouths opened. Some people could do with having no sounds coming out, anyway.

Er, Mum? I just remembered you saying something a while back about giving me lessons. I wouldn't bring it up, but I sort of started a small fire ( Read more... )