Jan. 20th, 2007

[identity profile] themountie.livejournal.com
It was early on Saturday morning, and while any normal person would have been sound asleep in bed at a time like that, Benton Fraser had decided to hit the books. He'd gotten up early -- which for him was very early -- made himself a mug of tea and decided to go down to the library for a good bit of reading. Last time he had been there, he'd noticed an interesting-looking volume on the different magical languages and their properties; an excellent way to spend a day, he'd thought.

...or that had been the idea, at least. The truth was that ever since Ray had moved out of his room, taking Diefenbaker with him, Ben had had a remarkably difficult time sleeping. He had actually gotten up early because the room was annoyingly silent; he'd come down here hoping that the library would be a nice distraction.

Apparently, he had been right: the warmth of the library and the gentle rustling of the books had won out and now Benton Fraser, who rarely had so much as a thread out of place, was dozing right on top of his open book. He was bent forward in his seat, his head resting on his folded arms, his mouth hanging slightly open. Canada's last line of defense, indeed.
[identity profile] twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com
Their weekend in Cardiff before they went away, before their party then a couple of days after they talk.

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Send with the pterodactyl to Ianto )
[identity profile] josh-h-christ.livejournal.com
((ooc; I have gotten the muns' approval for ceremony.))

Josh was quite happy. Not only was he going to be performing a wedding, but his dad had promised to drop in, and Levi the Pirate Bunny, whom he'd received as a birthday present from the Flying Spaghetti Monster, was having a delightful time hoping around the wedding tent that Josh had set up. Despite the fact that it was January, Josh had opted to stick with tradition and held the wedding ceremony outside, albeit with a tent around the traditional wedding canopy.

[identity profile] toujours-sirius.livejournal.com
Getting into the Hufflepuff Common Room was the easy part. Sirius had sneaked around the castle enough in his day to know how to get most places, and in this case it had been far simpler: He had loitered around the Hufflepuff entrance until someone approached it, and then he deftly followed that person in. Students' sense of security wasn't what it once was, that was for sure.

Finding what he was looking for was the harder part, however. And the truth was that Sirius was looking for a certain sexy red-haired bombshell. No, not Lily, although she was a large part of the reason he had gone looking for this girl. The fact was that Sirius needed to get over his feelings for Lily - or, at the very least, get out and have a little fun and distract himself...do something to help the feelings fade somewhat. Really, it was no use longing for someone who didn't feel the same way and who was offlimits anyway.

And so it was that Sirius was sitting on a couch in the middle of the Hufflepuff Common Room by himself, casually reclining with an arm slung over the back of the seat. His eyes, however, were alert, scanning the students that walked by, hoping to catch the eye of Bombalurina, should she pass through the room.

((Forward dated to January 26, right before this, and rated R for smexing.))
[identity profile] estebanmd.livejournal.com
The Great Hall has been decorated in Ravenclaw colors, as both bride and groom belong to Ravenclaw house. At every place at every table is a small gift bag, Ryuuji's idea for wedding favors: each one contains a little stuffed aardvark holding a pillow with the couple's names and the date embroidered on it in tiny precise stitches, a packet of flavored gelatin and a tiny flask of vodka for the making of Evil Clown Repellant, and a stick-on transfer tattoo of the Chinese ideogram for 'happiness'. There's a vast buffet table at one end of the hall, flanked by a huge punch bowl and a huger wedding cake (red velvet cake, of course). And, somewhere amid the other buffet offerings, there is a quite attractive array of fine chocolates. If you ask any of the wedding planners where they had procured the chocolates, they'll tell you to ask one of the other wedding planners. In reality, the chocolates have been provided by no one involved in the party planning at all. Tucked under the chocolates and hidden by the decorations is a hand-written note, in a plain envelope that looks rather like a small white napkin.

A small sign outside the Hall lets people know this is the Tam-Maturin wedding reception and it's open to the whole school. There was originally a plan to distribute fliers of some sort, or more exorbitantly to owl everyone at the school. Unfortunately, the drafted invitations got somehow mixed up with the invitations Ryuuji had designed for Stephen's bachelor party, and Stephen refused to countenance the sending of invitations bearing the likeness of Immodestly Hot Homsar. Word of mouth would have to be good enough. Besides, most people eat in the Great Hall anyhow.

(( As with previous magic-chocolates RPs, the effects of each chocolate are up to the mun of the character who eats it. Have fun! ))
[identity profile] misskagura.livejournal.com
Kagura had spread fliers all over Hufflepuff, including covering the door to the Common Room. On the fliers were these words... 'Looking for fun? Looking for excitement? Just need some exercise? Come help start a Handball team! All those interested, gather in the Common Room at 5 PM. Feel free to bring a friend!' Kagura stood in the middle of the Common Room dressed in her normal gym clothes. She rubbed her knuckles into her palm. "Alright! Now to just wait!"
[identity profile] totallyluminous.livejournal.com
Most teenage girls, at some point, have wanted nothing more than to curl up and cry for days on end. It seems terribly romantic, doesn’t it? It ends, of course, with the one who wronged them realising what a terrible person they are and begging for their forgiveness, while said girl wears something that makes her look fabulous, is thinner, has better hair, and looks hauntingly lovely even with tears running down her face.

Mel can tell you right now that crying for hours doesn’t make you look ‘hauntingly lovely’. You have blotchy skin, a huge red nose, a screwed-up face like a wailing baby, great gobbets of snot threatening to break free from the nasal passages. And the normal fantasy ignores the emotional pain that feels physical a lot of the time. Mel was feeling shocked that she had to turn a sword on her own boyfriend, confused because what the hell happened with Eddie and May at the party; she’s still feeling slightly scared of Eddie and Brice and angry she couldn’t do more to help.

But she’s unearthed herself from her room now, and looks passably normal. She’s smiling—nervously, true, but smiling. In dark jeans and a bright green top, Mel looks like her old self.

She’s found Lola. Now everything is really going to be ok.

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