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Gifts from Elric of Melnibone-
Gifts from Jherek Carnelian-
Gifts from the Shoggies-
• FROM THE DESK OF ARIANE EMORY•
TO: Arthur
FROM: Ari
RE: Psych
DATE: current
I want to talk shop. Have time/inclination? Location is Hat Shore hq, aka Sparklypoo common room -- don't laugh.
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HAT SHORE
Viewers are encouraged to share their opinions and ideas with the production team! Please send your messages via owl or Hogwarts intranet to:
Hat Shore
A Harkonnen-Wolfe Production
c/o Dr. Ariane Emory II
Sparklypoo House
Hogwarts
HatShore@hogwarts.IntraNet.net
Death realized that if she was ever going to learn how to bake, much less make something as complicated as donuts (and she wasn’t even going to consider how tricky eclairs were going to be), she needed to pratice. A lot. A was a sweet kid, but she couldn’t constantly badger him for lessons. Some of it, she needed to work out on her own.
Most nights, while the school slept, she took over a small corner of the kitchen and praticed with some of the more basic recipes A had supplied her wit. After a few disastrous attempts, Death was fairly pleased with a tray of cinnamon rolls. They weren’t bad. Not great, but not as terrible as some of her earlier tries. They weren’t burnt and they weren’t as hard as little rocks, so that had to be an improvement. Right?
Before sunrise, she sat in the Great Hall, a plate of warm rolls in front of her and a pot of coffee sitting at her elbow. Her black clothes were lightly dusted with flour, but she sat, drinking coffee and looking somewhat pleased with her accomplishment.
There was a distant sound of wings rustling as the popcorn room began to shift. A pale, pretty young woman appeared, dressed in a black tank top, jeans and wearing a simple silver ankh around her neck. She looked down to see that she was completely covered in butter. Dragging a finger down a pale arm she shook her head with a slightly amused, if exasperated smile.
“Sweetie, I know you’re happy to see me, but haven’t we talked about these odd welcomes?” Her sister, Delirium always came up with strange ways to welcome her family when they visited. The last time it had rained fish, so she probably shouldn’t complain.
A small frown creased her forehead. This wasn’t her sister’s realm. A strange magic field pressed at her, dampening some of her power. Death tapped a finger against her chin, wondering where she had felt that before. It was familiar.. but distantly so.
((Death from the Endless guides everyone on to the next world after they die. Her omniscent nature is obviously going to be dampened. Feel free to have the dead remember or not remember her at will!))
Professor Snape:
I hope I'm not presuming too far on our brief acquaintance: we met at my recent Sorting. I haven't met anyone here who knows nearly as much about Hogwarts' magic. As we discussed at the Sorting, I am new to magic. If it isn't too much trouble, may I ask your advice on a couple of points? And if you prefer not to correspond with me -- I understand you must be quite busy -- would you be willing to refer me to another person whose knowledge and experience you respect?
Regards,
Ariane Emory
HWÆT! Yule tide does approach!
We call upon you to give gifts to one another, in the manner of a Yule Goat. If you do this, a Yule Goat will also give a gift unto you! If you fail to honor your pledge of gift-giving, a Yule Goat will disapprove!
Note the name by which you are called, if you wish to take part in this jolly exchange!
You have until the 10th day of December to make your pledge. On the 11th day of December, you will be told the name of the Hogwartsman whose Yule Goat you will be!