Pony to Sirius

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((Backdated a LOT. Whoops. Uhm, backdated to like... November 3rd.))

( Pony to Sirius )

A note on the bed and messages sent with Snoopy;

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( Left on the bed for JD )

Sent with Snoopy, the skeleton reindeer to: the Doctor, Rose, Lily, Gwen. ( All with the same message. )

((OOC:: I'll be away for the weekend, next three days with possibly limited net access, I might be about on irc, msn, but not playing. Hopefully, I should be back Sunday, even then I might not be playing Jack. None of these need answering. Sorry to anyone I owe tags to, I just need a break before my brain breaks completely. Not so gone as a planned... he'll have just gone for a shorter while than planned...))

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Application - Claire Fisher, Six Feet Under

( Hogwarts? Awesome. Art school was a joke anyway. But I solemnly swear I'm not a Weasley. )

Warded mynah to Alan Grant

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( Warded to look like page 122 of a Biology 101 textbook to anyone else )

open rp: a red package

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Sally's few bags of personal belongings were put away immediately after she was sorted. She did not feel comfortable enough to start exploring the castle yet and reminded herself that she had a nice scarf to knit.

She sat herself on a chair that was too big for her next to a fire that was too bright. Sally knew she shouldn't complain though. These were just trivial things that would become better with time.

Out of a small bag by her feet, Sally pulled out a roll of red yarn and two needles. The knitting had begun.

((Waaaay backdated to after her sorting. Bother please?))

Open RP in the Great Hall: Pippi is writing and hoping for a bit of company.

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Bored. An unusual feeling for Pippi Longstocking. She had tried playing cards with Mr Nilsson, but the monkey wasn’t being very cooperative, the rascal, and was more interested in eating grapes and run around the walls for exercise. So she was sitting in the Great Hall, holding the red quill Sirius had given her, and practising her writing.

Parchment littered the table, and the floor around her. Most of it was stained with ink. Occasionally Mr Nilsson screeched and dove headfirst into a pile of it, chasing his tail excitedly. Pippi also had several ink stains on her dress, her hands, and a smudge on her cheek. One of her braids had started to come undone as well, tendrils of bright carrot-red hair escaping their restraints and falling down her face. But she cared little about that.

With her tongue in the corner of her mouth she carefully made out the letters of the alphabet, certain Tommy and Annika would be very proud of her once she told them of her improvements.

((Come bother Pippi! I have been ignoring her something terrible...))