[identity profile] tourettesbunny.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] hh_mirror
Although the Easter Bunny arrived in time for Easter, he was rather woefully late in spreading the Easter joy to Hogwarts. This may have been because he was sleeping 16 hours a day, because he'd tried playing DDR in the Gryffindor common room, or just because he was extremely lazy.

Today, anybody that wandered through the Great Hall might actually find their eyes hurting from the sheer amount of shiny-wrapped chocolate eggs, piled in dozens of baskets and of many different colors. Some of the eggs had items inside, detectable by the rattling one would hear upon shaking them; the items would range from anything from more chocolate to any kind of toy one could imagine. Attached to all the baskets is this note:

Happy Easter, biznatches.

Don't moan and whine about how it's late, I KNOW. I had better things to be doing, so you get your chocolate now. If you need me, just holler. I'll be around the room somewhere.

The Easter Bunny


((OOC: Chocolate plot! As is usual, any chocolate that is consumed may or may not have magical effects upon the character that consumes it; what happens (or doesn't happen) is entirely up to the muns :) ))

Date: 2007-04-17 12:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wombatminer.livejournal.com
Digger had, so far, avoided any great amount of magic. That was quite an acheivement, here at Hogwarts. (Strange was a different matter, of course. When one of your prefects was Toki, it was hard to avoid strangeness.)

Unfortunately for her, this had mostly been acheived by keeping to herself. As a result, no one had ever warned her about chocolate. She happily helped herself to one, rather clumsily unwrapping it with thick claws and popping the solid chocolate egg into her mouth. Then the magic took afect, Digger stumbled just a little, finding herself...

Date: 2007-04-17 12:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wombatminer.livejournal.com
...a good two and a bit feet taller. With considerably less fur, and fingers that were much thinner and nimbler. The former wombat looked at her hand in something akin to shock for a few seconds.

"Chalkdust," she muttered, realizing that she had, of course, been wearing nothing but her habitual vest when she'd eaten the chocolate. Digger personally didn't mind standing mostly naked in the Great Hall - a change in species doesn't necessarily equal an automatic change in sensibilities - but she'd spent enough time around humans to know that it could cause a problem.

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