Owl to Severus Snape

[jemmafloats.livejournal.com]

( Dear Mr. Snape... )

On Sparta! ((closed RP for Mello, L, A, Kusuriyuri, Near, Matt))

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

So, Matt set up the time and L said he wanted to spar before hand. Fine with me. I was curious as to which of us was better, anyways. I mean, it went without saying I was better than Matt and Near because they didn't really practice before, but between L and me I wanted to know which of us was better.

He'd arranged with me to arrive early at the dojo I'd manage to find. A and Kusuriyuri would be with him. I just hoped his trained monkey didn't hex me while we practiced. Last thing I wanted was outside interference when such an important question was on the line.

Though it'd been a couple of days and I'd gotten both Near and Matt up to something that might be called a self-defense level mostly by beating them up for a couple of hours and then throwing hexes at each other, I was still edgy. There were some lines that just should never be crossed.

Threatening my best friend was one of those lines. By extension, he'd also threatened my lover because he's gone after L.

So, now, I'm warming up, dressed in the loose clothing I wore as a kid at Wammy's because it was easier to practice in than leather.

house elf delivery to Gust Avratokos

[doctor-hook.livejournal.com]

Hey,

Sorry about the other day. Whatever turned you into a woman also turned me into a total jerk. I did enjoy revisiting my favorite Yuletide hits.

Anyway here's something for you. It might solve your big purple problem. It's a fairly strong solution of cocaine hydrochloride in water.

Good luck. I'd be interested to hear if anything results from future encounters with the monster. I can be reached at the Hospital Wing most days.

Hook


The house elf is carrying a silver canister which is fitted with a spray nozzle and labeled Purple Monster Repellent?/Attractant?

((Open RP))

[chaos-blades.livejournal.com]

After a short practice session with his blades on the quidditch pitch, Kratos lounged on one of the benches nearby. He wished that there was someone to spar with, as practicing by himself could barely make him sweat. After years of fighting gorgons, minotaurs, and hydras, simply swinging his weapons around didn't do anything for him. He preferred to have something to swing at, and even better than that something that could swing back.