A-shopping we shall go. ((Closed, Mello, A, Baron Harkonnen))

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

So, A wants to go back to Diagon Alley with some new student. An odd request, given that he's normally reserved and didn't seem that fond of the place when we went the first time, but whatever. Gets me out of practice with that damn samurai, who seemed as relieved to be able to do something else, though him laughing and smiling is ridiculously normal.

But, A...yeah, that's surprising. Good, I think, though.

Since we have to go by Floo, I told him I'd meet them in the room we normally left from. But, I want to see this person first, so I'm leaning against the wall behind the door so they'd have to turn around to see me. Just what kind of person has caught A's attention?

::The Kittening - Closed RP for Mikami and A::

[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

A was still feeling somewhat ambivalent; it was uncomfortable to like Mikami so much, knowing his ties to That Yagami. But what could be unpleasant about going kittenshopping?

He'd tucked Schrodinger and Einstein up into his room, changed into clean clothes, washed his gardening-grimy hands, and now was waiting by the Great Hall's fireplace.

The recluse appears... ((Open RP, L, Great Hall))

[pre-l.livejournal.com]

((the easiest place to meet people, after all))

L has been thinking. This, in and of itself, is nothing particularly new. But his thoughts of late have turned to the possibility that there is a chance that he may possibly be incorrect about something.

This is something very uncomfortable and dissatisfying to think. He is the three greatest detectives in the world. He should not be wrong, by the very nature of who he is.

But, at the same time, he cannot deny the evidence. To do so would be to deny the very nature of who he is.

It is a difficult conundrum, this new way of thinking balanced against who he believes himself to be.

As he thinks, cubes of sugar find their way into an almost overflowing cup of tea. There is cheesecake with strawberries on it, waiting for his attention. He is here for a distraction from his thoughts, from the line they are taking.

He doesn't wish to be wrong, but to be right is painful.

I'm making...lunch! (Open RP)

[igorofmalaria.livejournal.com]

With the jam Strawberry Fields gave him, Igor set out to make the sandwiches he'd promised the hat. He'd finally found the kitchen. The short, big-eared, wrinkly students had been very helpful, but now he needed bread and a knife. Also anyone who's just done his first beginning potions work probably shouldn't be handling food.

Open to anyone to come in, help out, mess things up, or cook their own food.