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She'd asked the house elves to set up a little bar with perches by the lake so her entire flair could nest comforably during the lesson. Lazy Bones was sprawled comfortably in the sun, full and sleepy and preparing to be adored. The entire flair had picked up images from her, through Beauty and then some through Rocky and Diver, on what was going to happen. And they'd been demonstrated before.

There were chairs on the grass, and she'd had a desk set up. Menolly could only hope she'd thought of everything and that the house elf who'd assigned himself to help her, one of those who liked to help feed the flair in the mornings, would help her with anything else.

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Fingers on the strings and struts of her gitar, Menolly played a soft tune. It repeated like a celtic lament, though she'd never have heard the term celtic before in her life. It was her attempt to put to words the strange experience of being in this place, trapped away from the world she knew. At the moment she only had the chorus.

"A moment lost, a liftime gained. And of my home only memory remains. Tossed on a wide and wilding sea. The hands in the water belong to me."

Most of her flair crooned a descant as they nested around her in the little quiet nook she'd found in the tower. With her hair out, tossing down her shoulders in curling shades of red, and her Harper blue standing out against the gray stone, she looked a picture. The warm red-golden shading of the instrument in her hand even focused by a shaft of light from a nearby window.

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My power supply died. It's two freaking years old.

One minute my roommate was using the computer. Then she turned it off, it was off for an hour and then I went to turn it oun and the led lights work, but the power supply doesn't whir to life, meaning the drives don't whir to life.

Might be able to set up my roommate's computer. But it doesn't like me. I tried to change the video card on that things 18 months ago and it pretended I'd broken it for -months-.

I'm terribly sorry to everyone I'm in threads with. Heaven knows this was a freaking act of Crowley.

I'm at the library currently.

Current Mood: infuriated & upset

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She cut through the water, a pale sliver of fair skin through the water, her hair flowing down her back, dark with water to something almost copper-brown rather than red. About her head, splashing and diving and one or two floating beside her, where her fire-lizards.

The ripples of her passing barely made it to sure, she was so smooth and confident in the water, absolutely at ease. Menolly would never have thought that being in the water would feel like home and that that would be a good thing. But then again, she could never have imagined herself in this place, surrounded by the bizarre and remarkable all day long.

It was wonderful, but it was also almost too much. It was so hard to keep track of anyone with all the incoming arrivals. And so hard to know how to behave or what to do. It was easier to hide. But that was an old habit and unworthy of a Harper. So she'd taken to journaling all of it. There was no stint of paper, quills or ink. And if this was all some strange dream, maybe her mind would remember the time she'd spent writing and she could create a few fantasy songs. They wouldn't be good for spreading information but maybe they'd be good for changing attitudes and inspiring creativity and openness.

Her feet kicked and Menolly dived under the water a minute, only to re-emerge a few lengths away, far enough from where she'd folded and rested her clothes to seemingly make things awkward should someone arrive. Though she hadn't thought of that at all. She hadn't interacted with enough people to think about someone stumbling across her and this little cove was a place her fire-lizards had found, it should have been mostly deserted.

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Hey all. I believe I'm back. Though I've a hell of a lot of catching up to do. I'd appreciate it if y'all could link me to any posts relavant to my chars:

James
Terry
Illyria

Connor
Menolly
Blair

Please put the char name in the subject title and the link in the comment box. Thank you

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Hey all.

I'm moving this weekend. After the 16th - Friday. I'm not likely to be on again with any regularity or even sneaking on at night to relax until the 21st- Wed (Happy Solstice) when phone service comes on in the new place.

Might be able to check in after the 18th via the library.

Doing packing during the day currently - and some freaking out. And might be on late at night until Friday night.

Hope to see you all on the other side.

-Terry/James/Menolly/Connor/Blair/Illyria :mun

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Auntie Two was investigating a wonderful scent. The little green fire-lizard blinked in from between to hover in the Gryffindor Common Room. She was intent on finding her prize. It'd illuded her a few times already and her mind was filled with the bright happy chatter emotions of joy and determination.

Flitting in deep emerald, she searched for the person she was sure would be almost as lovely as the one who belonged to her.

Current Location: Gryffindor Common Room

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As quite a few of you know, (and now all of you) I'm in the process of moving. So I'm packing. Whether or not we get the place we want, we'll at least need to be packed.

Yesterday's packing and sorting and throwing out of rubbish had me so tuckered that I went to take a nap at 9pm and realized I needed to sleep longer when I woke at 11pm so I slept till 4am.

Before that, I'd logged off the comp around 5pm, cause it was just too darn hot to be in the computer room, even with a fan. (Please let us get the house we want, it has a/c).

I'll be trying to pack some at night (when it's coller), and do a lil bit during the day, but I might be scarce or keeping even odder hours for the next two weeks or so.

Just a heads up now I realize I'm liable to sit down on the sofa, or my bed and just drift off at any time.

-Terry/Blair/Menolly/Connor/James/-mun.

(~~if there isn't an ooc tag, there ought to be one, yes?~~ I see there is one.)
ETA: Sirius-mun. It might be slow going. But the grand bed adventures of Padfoot & Prongs care a priority when I am online. Never fear.
Special Dragon Edit: When Terry gets back, Ryuuji can be the priority.

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After leaving Lily's Sorting, Sirius headed straight back to James's...only to find the area deserted. This could only mean one thing: James had been Sorted. It was over. Time to settle in with Prongs.

The only question was, where did the Hat place James?

Sirius decided to assume that things had gone his way. He hurried down to the Slytherin dungeons, hoping like mad that he would find James sprawled on a sofa in the common room with a Firewhisky in his hand or swinging in the hammock in the Slythendor suite.

Unfortunately, there was no sign of James in the common room, and the suite Sirius shared with Harry, Ginny, and Ron was deserted. Sirius started to feel panicky. Maybe James had just wandered down to the kitchens to nick a bite to eat before bedtime. Sirius decided to look for him there...and in the Great Hall...and outside Ravenclaw Tower (maybe he wanted to have a drink at the bar before heading back to Slytherin for the night?)...and in the various boys' loos...and in unlocked, empty classrooms...until finally he had run out of places to look...except one.

Gryffindor Tower. Reluctantly, Sirius headed up to his old home. He hadn't been there since he had used the passwords Crookshanks had stolen to sneak in and attempt to kill Wormtail. Please don't let James be there, please don't let James be there, he repeated over and over in his mind. Maybe he and James had just crossed paths elsewhere in the castle. Maybe James was waiting for him in Slytherin right now. Sirius would just quickly poke his head into Gryffindor, and of course James wouldn't be there, and he would go down to Slytherin to find James waiting for him after all. Yes, that's how it would be. But first he just had to quickly check in Gryffindor, just to prove that James wasn't there.

When he arrived at the Fat Lady's portrait, Sirius realised that, once again, he did not have the password. Aaaand history repeats itself, he thought. He wasn't even going to try to reason with her; she probably hated him for ripping her canvas to shreds several years before.

Instead, Sirius slumped to the floor next to the portrait and waited for someone to arrive and let him in.

Current Mood: knackered
Current Location: Gryffindor Tower
Current Music: "The Scientist" (Coldplay)

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( In which Stephen moves back into the dorm, and we find out where the lemur, momongo, and squib wombat have been living all this time )

( In which Stephen is offered an alternative pastime to drug abuse )

Dressed haphazardly -- some kind of modern trousers with a lot of pockets, which would come in handy if he saw any unusual plant life, and his now-habitual Trinity College sweatshirt, plus (incongruously) his old straw hat to ward off too much sun -- he waited at the shore with the rowboat, not impatiently, for Menolly to arrive.

(( If you have some reason to be on or in the lake, or on the lakeshore, feel free to join in, but they'll be alone on the rowboat for most of the time. ))

Current Mood: moody
Current Music: Christopher Cross, "Sailing"

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( Blinking in from *Between*, intent on finding a particular face, a golden dragonet arrives with a message )

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Menolly had decided that House Elves were apparently like drudges, but with magic and far more efficient because of it. Her room in Tootsitramp had looked like it belonged to a color blind Southern Lady Holder; bright cloth draping from the ceiling, a strange rounded heart shaped bed and mirrors everywhere. They'd helped her get the room into some kind of liveable order.

Thinking of her new room now, Menolly could enjoy the stained glass window that was bare of any draperies. It had a lovely scene scene of a soaring winged big-cat over a mountain range and was far less provocative than some of the paintings she'd been forced to live with in her prior room. Paintings that had also spoken to her, asking her to show a little leg, or bemoaning her modest bust. Being in Gryffindor instead of Tootitramp was a miracle she never stopped saying thank you for.

But now that she was re-adjusted all over again, and had figured out how to get help for feeding her flair, and how to make her away around the school and gotten a book about possible classes, none of which included music so she'd have to create her own program or make friends with far greater talents who could teach her; she was ready to get to know actual students. Maybe more than had been at her brief sorting.

Of course duty came first and before any of that could happened and she lounged in the common room for a while, she needed to find the Professor of Potions. He seemed the right person to ask for ingredients to make oil for her fire-lizards. She hadn't arrived with very much and she'd spotted a dry flakey patch on Uncle not moments ago.

Walking hesitantly down the hall and hoping that she was in the right place, Menolly kept a look out, while wondering why exactly this place called 'The Lowers', 'The Dungeons'.

Current Location: Slytherin Dungeons - Corridor

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