Owl to Tomo Takino, not warded

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( Owl to Tomo Takino )

Owl to Mel Beeby, Open RP in the Ravenclaw common room

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( Owl to Mel Beeby, warded to give unintended readers a nasty rash )

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Really, by now Neal should have realized that he couldn't expect anything around here, but the whole mass marriage thing had taken him completely by surprise. Still, it wasn't all bad. He was still confused and more than a little nervous that he'd suddenly find himself with a surprise spouse. But on the other hand, for once, the bar in the Ravenclaw common room wasn't completely surrounded by crotchety old alcoholics. He helped himself to a small glass of red wine, and after a moment's thought, propped the door of the common room open, just a little.

Still not all up ons twincest, sorry ((Closed RP))

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((Backdated to a day or two after Steph and George made things offical.))

Diagon Alley. Cramped. Magical. A lot of funny hats.

Steph totally not on her way back from patrolling London’s east end decided that the time had come to make a return trip to the wizarding world's answer to a center of commerce. As she was poked in the eye by yet another pointy witch hat, Steph couldn't help but think that Hogwarts really needed start teaching its young people the value behind quality urban planning. Cobbelstone is a thing of the past, people!

(  Pardon me/But you see/I've seen that face before/I know those eyes/Unearthly wise/I feel it more and more/To look at you/Deja vu/Chills me to the core )

Oops! A Popcorn Story

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Gillian knew, she really did, that both Dumbledore and Renata had stressed that she was not to do exactly what she was doing: transfigure straw into cheese. Glowing blue cheese, actually. Not until they'd said so, anyway.

But they hadn't said so. Gillain had waited and waited for some kind of word, and it hadn't come. And Renata had confirmed what Gillian had suspected: that blue glow was the Fury, coming out of her head, finally, trapped in cheddar straws.

Temptation had proved too much, in the end. She'd passed a forge out by the stables, filled with clean straw, and had only taken a handful. Just in case, you know? And then she tried it, just once, to make sure she was right. But the ease offered by the cessation of even that minute bit of the Fury was so acute that she did it again, and again... and after a while, there it was, a whole pile of glowing blue dairy product; and Gillian knew, she could just feel, that the Fury was almost gone.

And then she did it one more time. But this time the Fury turned on her, enveloped her, leaving her barely enough time to scream - and she was gone, another name etching itself on the Popcorn Plaque.

Gillian Bellever

Closed RP: Harry and Ron Say Hullo (Because They're British Like That)

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((Backdated to the night of Ron's return.))

( A tall, tanned figure did his best to sneak into Slythindor without making a sound. This was doomed from the start, for the young man was mostly blind, carrying a backpack that was a foot taller than his head, and was Ron. )