~ Regulus' quill blotches his essay for the fifth time and he gives up being patient and shoves it frustratedly off the table. It drifts lazily down to the floor and settles by the back of the couch and Regulus makes a small unhappy noise - paper, he sees, is not the best tool to express frustration ( Read more... )

*sitting by a tree, a bottle of firewhiskey in one hand, just being bored*

The Skeeter Scoop

Worse Than The Rumours?

A disturbing discovery by your brave reporter

As the chubby third year ran across the courtyard I, your faithful narrator dear readers, took it upon myself to follow said third year. I understand that many of you rely upon me for the news of Hogwarts, and I could smell a story here.

The third year, a certain ( Read more... )

*Alecto comes into the dorm eating a bacon roll  Glenda (the pig) takes one look at her and runs out of the dorm squealing

Drops her food quickly* Crap!

*Runs after Glenda who has somehow managed to get into the great hall*

STOP-THAT-PIG!!

[occ: apparently some scool in scotland actually DID have a random pig running around their canteen a few months ( Read more... )

*comes in to lunch with a curious expression on his face, scans the hall, then stands at the head of the Slytherin table*

Has anyone seen Barty?

Anyone? He wasn't at breakfast and I just talked to a Ravenclaw in his year, he wasn't in class all morning. Did anyone see him after dinner last night?

I'm afraid Professor Macdonald went into relapse in the very early hours of this morning. There was nothing Madam Pomfrey could do. Macdonald is now in St. Mungo's until further notice.

~Dorcas is sliding around on all hard surfaces in her new tube socks. And, of course, she's once again only wearing with them her knickers and a t-shirt. This girl is too comfortable for your own good. Enjoy her singing~

WOULDN'T IT BE NICE IF WE WERE OLDER, THEN WE WOULDN'T HAVE TO WAIT SO LONG~

~The Dark Mark on Lucius' arm has been burning for several days. He can do nothing but bite his tongue and bear the pain. He corners Evan in the Slytherin common room.~

Evan. A word?

Cassie is sitting under a tree by the lake, with a large lump of clay. She is shaping it first into a bear, then into a puppy, and then into a bat. Care to comment on her artistic endeavors?

Being a Hufflepuff has been awfully lonely lately.