Name: Draco T. Malfoy
House: Slytherin
The name of who you turned into: I didn't, as I am not an idiot, or a sadist, or a masochist. Or any type of ist.
The house of who you turned into: See Above.

Instructions: Please fill out and email a copy of the completed form to Professor Says, Professor Dumbledore and your Head Of House by next weekend. ( Read more... )

merlin grant me the power to hex potter into a severe case of rickets for abandoning me to his lookalike starring my late great boyfriend.

Blaise! Thank the FUCKING FUCKITY HELLFIRE FUCK AND A LAMB DON'T KISS YOUR SIS - YOU ... OH JUST STOPSTOP!

Have you seen my wayward escort, the Haggard Harr-- ah, nevermind. There you are. Really, Potter. You go through the entire motion of setting this rather public date with me and not only do I not get flowers, but apparently you are under the mistaken idea that this is still first year, when it was socially acceptable to meet your date at the dance ( Read more... )

The ball has officially started ( Read more... )

Recently I had been asked, while out diligently searching the wilds for the task that had been set before me, what it was that I felt made a Malfoy.  Not the obvious traits of a spotless bloodline, wealth, or status. But what was at the heart and the soul of a Malfoy, the core strength of our collective being. That spark of brilliance that has ( Read more... )

It wasn't enough that I allowed myself to be degraded into taking a position in a fake army that was Less than Captain, no matter how much I insisted on the upgrade. But after having been dragged through hell and back, chased, mislead, attacked, startled, cold, wet, and finally lost and found - by myself - again, I have only one thing to say ( Read more... )

Once again Hogwarts has opened up a new and exciting school year. The staff seems to have discovered a portal to their own quaint universe where nudity and free love rain thicker then born-again Wiccans gathering at Stonehenge. Meanwhile, the students are lost in a maelstrom of raging hormones, reams of assignments, second rate food, and inter- ( Read more... )

I believe I have, finally if not completely, healed from my second task. One does not usually expect to need a mediwizard due to gardening, however one rarely has to face the task of pruning my Mother's favorite plants.

Clipping back the Fanged Geranium when the fanged geranium is not quite partial to being clipped is much of a task. Luckily it ( Read more... )

So ( Read more... )

Tracing charm on Bad Boy Boot and the Wayward Punch? Wicked easy.

Prophet, Bender, and God on the move? Stealthy.

Finding the Weasel's Burrow on FIRE?!

PRICELESS

AHAHAHAHAHA!

Now where the hell is Berry?