Owls and Open RP: Nothing says Thanksgiving like Pharmaceutical Fruitcake

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((Backdated to Thanksgiving Day))

( to Geoffrey Tennant )

( to Nny and Devi )

( to Arya Stark )

( to Cyclona )

( to Doctor Maturin )

( to Jaime Reyes )

( to Shaun Riley )

( to Susan Sto Helit )

( to Lily Evans in the Hospital Wing )

Attached to each owl is a paper cup of small, pretty fruitcake cubes done up in waxed paper. They certainly look and smell appetizing, whatever else might be said of them.

It wasn't until the owls had been sent that Molly realized she'd massively overbaked--she had enough left over to send out probably twice the parcels she had.

Damn. Well, it really would be a shame to let it go to waste. People could be weird about eating something left out for common consumption, but maybe if the person who actually made it was there, it would be a little better. Might as well try, at least.

Accordingly, she hauled all her goodies down to the Great Hall, dragooning a small herd of house elves to help her set up a little stall. Some of them got some fruitcake, too, and wound up staggering off and occasionally bouncing into the walls, giggling. Molly smiled--it was always nice to see people properly enjoying the holidays.

OOC: Un-Hiatus, Commence!

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I am so, so sorry that I haven't been around! It's a long story, with being busy with theater work and dead laptops and crappy computer fixing companies. But I'm going to make a lot more effort with RPing now. Many apologies to anybody with characters tied with mine! D:

Anyway, yes, I'm back. With the following characters: Dr. Greg House, Bernard Black, Ed, Violet Grimm, Tara Maclay, Peter Petrelli, the Easter Bunny, Algaliarept, Borat Sagdiyev (You all missed him the most, admit it ;D) Ivy Tammwood, Nathan Explosion, Edward Scissorhands and Scar.

Open RP - Seamstressing, like with a needle

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It had occurred to Sansa after much careful thought, that she would prefer to be killed rather than ever wear the school's uniform. True, there didn't seem to be any requirement to wear House colors or uniform, but... if there was ever a requirement, Sansa would die of shame if she had to be seen in a skirt that short.

Besides, she needed a new project. Making a version of the uniform that she could actually wear would do well enough.

That was how Sansa ended up in an unused classroom with a pile of dark grey wool cloth and white cotton cloth, a pair of scissors, various threads and ribbons, and a pincushion full of pins and needles. She'd never made a dress for herself before, but the principles seemed simple enough. And who knew, she might have company.