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gifts from Simon (backdated to Xmas)
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superfraternal.livejournal.com (( sorry, the mun has been traveling ))
Simon had already sent Billy his gift, though the other items remained to be sent. The house elves proved to be obliging couriers.
( for River )
( for Miles Vorkosigan )
( for Ian Malcolm and Nikola Tesla )
( for Chance Silvey )
( for Brienne of Tarth )
( for Kurama )
( for A )
( for L )
Simon had already sent Billy his gift, though the other items remained to be sent. The house elves proved to be obliging couriers.
( for River )
( for Miles Vorkosigan )
( for Ian Malcolm and Nikola Tesla )
( for Chance Silvey )
( for Brienne of Tarth )
( for Kurama )
( for A )
( for L )
[Open RP] Secret Santa
Dec. 27th, 2008 11:24 amwoocha.livejournal.comAs a certain manager muttered as he left the room, Wishbone dragged the last of the decorations in.
Today was the day everyone got their Secret Santa gifts! And Wishbone had even gotten the house elves to make food for everyone, including him!
Each present was clearly labeled with who it was for.
Wishbone looked around at the setup. Not bad, very Christmasy. Then he dug in to find his, dragging it out and tearing into it.
Oh boy oh boy oh boy...
[[OOC: Gifts are here.
Today was the day everyone got their Secret Santa gifts! And Wishbone had even gotten the house elves to make food for everyone, including him!
Each present was clearly labeled with who it was for.
Wishbone looked around at the setup. Not bad, very Christmasy. Then he dug in to find his, dragging it out and tearing into it.
Oh boy oh boy oh boy...
[[OOC: Gifts are here.
Tags:
- a,
- alan grant,
- amaranth,
- beowulf,
- brienne of tarth,
- chairman kaga,
- daisy buchanan,
- dwight schrute,
- george weasley,
- james bond,
- jorgen krogshoj,
- laura palmer,
- lezard valeth,
- lola sanchez,
- luna lovegood,
- mail jeevas,
- matilda wormwood,
- meg murry,
- miles vorkosigan,
- nemi montoya,
- olympia binewski,
- pippi longstocking,
- rika furude,
- ron weasley,
- rp,
- sanada yukimura,
- severus snape,
- silmeria valkyrie,
- soichiro yagami,
- steff johnson,
- vesper lynd,
- vislor turlough,
- wishbone
Hiatus Notice
Dec. 19th, 2008 09:10 amhopalongmcgurk.livejournal.comI'm moving this weekend, and won't have access to the Internet until at least Sunday, if not actually Monday or Tuesday. I apologize for dropping tags like a mad tag-dropping fiend, but I think once I'm settled my life will get immeasurably less complicated.
in the meantime, Amaranth will be spreading holiday cheer, as well as her legs, for anyone that asks. Brienne will continue working out and perfecting her sword technique. Dwight will be searching for that perfect gift for his one true love. (Michael Scott? Vislor Turlough? Strong Sad? The world is not yet ready for the answer.) George is perfecting his latest Weasley's Wizard Wheeze. Hermione will be in the library, researching mental illnesses that can inflict bits of headgear. Luna will be taking a vacation to the Muggle world where she will be discovering the concept of rickrolling. Meg is going home to spend Christmas with her family and make sure Charles Wallace hasn't gotten involved with a life of crime. Miles will be trying to figure out how to work explosives into his first Astronomy lesson. Mrs. Snape is still... on the astral plane. Oly has converted to the Church of the Subgenius and will be slacking.
I'm pretty sure I'm missing at least one other character, so they're... hanging out.
Anyway, have a good weekend!
in the meantime, Amaranth will be spreading holiday cheer, as well as her legs, for anyone that asks. Brienne will continue working out and perfecting her sword technique. Dwight will be searching for that perfect gift for his one true love. (Michael Scott? Vislor Turlough? Strong Sad? The world is not yet ready for the answer.) George is perfecting his latest Weasley's Wizard Wheeze. Hermione will be in the library, researching mental illnesses that can inflict bits of headgear. Luna will be taking a vacation to the Muggle world where she will be discovering the concept of rickrolling. Meg is going home to spend Christmas with her family and make sure Charles Wallace hasn't gotten involved with a life of crime. Miles will be trying to figure out how to work explosives into his first Astronomy lesson. Mrs. Snape is still... on the astral plane. Oly has converted to the Church of the Subgenius and will be slacking.
I'm pretty sure I'm missing at least one other character, so they're... hanging out.
Anyway, have a good weekend!
silkenspy.livejournal.com((This Silk is post-Mallorean))
One big drafty castle is much the same as another big drafty castle, but Silk had visited Riva often enough that he was fairly sure that this room wasn't in the Citadel. For one thing, Garion didn't have any pens that stood upright with no hand to hold them and tapped themselves on the parchment, as if they were impatient and wanted him to hurry up and get on with it. Silk smirked. No, not even when Lady Polgara was around did pens do that by themselves.
Despite the curiosity nibbling away at him, the little spy left the table alone for now while he inspected the room. Stone, stone, boring stone. Not even any decorations, or any indication of something interesting, like a secret hiding place. Quite disappointing, but also disconcerting as there was also no indication of how he had got from Riva to this mystery castle simply by walking through what he had thought was the door to the Ce’Nedra’s garden. A mystery that would certainly have to be solved. It might even turn out to be profitable.
And speaking of profit...an examination of the parchment on the table showed it to be light, and very even and white. Similar to the new stuff coming out of Tolnedra and Melcene at the moment, but even better quality. His long nose began to quiver at the prospect of the profit he could make if he could buy this up in bulk and export it to those countries. And imaging the screams of despair from various Tolnedran merchants just made the idea even sweeter.
Getting on to the questions on the parchment, Silk reached for the pen, which danced out of reach. He frowned at it.
"Well, how am I supposed to write?" he asked of it, then grinned as the pen began to write what he was saying with no need for him to write anything himself. "You could make a fortune with these pens," he murmured. Another fortune, at any rate.
( Allow me to elucidate. )
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _Prince Kheldar_
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _Prince Kheldar_.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _Prince Kheldar_.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _Prince Kheldar_"
One big drafty castle is much the same as another big drafty castle, but Silk had visited Riva often enough that he was fairly sure that this room wasn't in the Citadel. For one thing, Garion didn't have any pens that stood upright with no hand to hold them and tapped themselves on the parchment, as if they were impatient and wanted him to hurry up and get on with it. Silk smirked. No, not even when Lady Polgara was around did pens do that by themselves.
Despite the curiosity nibbling away at him, the little spy left the table alone for now while he inspected the room. Stone, stone, boring stone. Not even any decorations, or any indication of something interesting, like a secret hiding place. Quite disappointing, but also disconcerting as there was also no indication of how he had got from Riva to this mystery castle simply by walking through what he had thought was the door to the Ce’Nedra’s garden. A mystery that would certainly have to be solved. It might even turn out to be profitable.
And speaking of profit...an examination of the parchment on the table showed it to be light, and very even and white. Similar to the new stuff coming out of Tolnedra and Melcene at the moment, but even better quality. His long nose began to quiver at the prospect of the profit he could make if he could buy this up in bulk and export it to those countries. And imaging the screams of despair from various Tolnedran merchants just made the idea even sweeter.
Getting on to the questions on the parchment, Silk reached for the pen, which danced out of reach. He frowned at it.
"Well, how am I supposed to write?" he asked of it, then grinned as the pen began to write what he was saying with no need for him to write anything himself. "You could make a fortune with these pens," he murmured. Another fortune, at any rate.
( Allow me to elucidate. )
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _Prince Kheldar_
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. _Prince Kheldar_.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. _Prince Kheldar_.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _Prince Kheldar_"
Astronomy Office Hours!
Nov. 3rd, 2008 07:43 pmchaotic-miles.livejournal.comMonday afternoon after the tumultuous events of the Halloween party seemed like an ideal time to hold office hours.
Miles had cleaned up his office with the assistance of Martin, his newly acquired house elf, so that it was in a state to receive company. A sign on the office door proclaimed office hours to be in session, and Miles sat behind his desk, a game of Battleship laid out in front of him. Martin had also provided non-magically enhanced cookies for Miles' guests. Miles had ensured their non-magical qualities by eating several himself, and he was prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice and share any cookies with his guests.
Now, leg twitching, Miles stared at the door, hoping someone would come in and express some desire to learn something about astronomy. Or failing that, about cookies. Or Battleship. Really, he wasn't picky. He just wanted a chance to meet some of his potential students.
Miles had cleaned up his office with the assistance of Martin, his newly acquired house elf, so that it was in a state to receive company. A sign on the office door proclaimed office hours to be in session, and Miles sat behind his desk, a game of Battleship laid out in front of him. Martin had also provided non-magically enhanced cookies for Miles' guests. Miles had ensured their non-magical qualities by eating several himself, and he was prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice and share any cookies with his guests.
Now, leg twitching, Miles stared at the door, hoping someone would come in and express some desire to learn something about astronomy. Or failing that, about cookies. Or Battleship. Really, he wasn't picky. He just wanted a chance to meet some of his potential students.
Halloween party!
Oct. 30th, 2008 10:33 pmtako-time.livejournal.comFor fondue that took a month to make, it had better be pretty damn good.
Where Tako had gotten the powdered bicorn horn was anyone's guess, or really, why he thought it was fondue in the first place. But it was a wizard recipe! The wizards did strange things!
On Halloween, the potion was finished. Schlepping the cauldron behind his bucket, Tako brought it into the Great Hall to share. Only one ingredient was missing, and this he got by sweeping some dirt up off the floor. He poured the fondue into cups and dumped in the hair.
The cups began to change colors. Some were bright and appealing, and had a delicious aroma. Others seemed to be a bit rotten. Can't win them all, Tako figured, but overall the recipe was a success.
Mmm, cheesy.
((The polyjuice potion contains hairs from Beowulf, Dieter, Snape, Tinky Winky, Amaranth, Dwight, Nate, Dawnstar, Luna, and Homsar. Well, maybe not HOMSAR hair, but do you really want to think about it? Permission given by all the muns.))
Where Tako had gotten the powdered bicorn horn was anyone's guess, or really, why he thought it was fondue in the first place. But it was a wizard recipe! The wizards did strange things!
On Halloween, the potion was finished. Schlepping the cauldron behind his bucket, Tako brought it into the Great Hall to share. Only one ingredient was missing, and this he got by sweeping some dirt up off the floor. He poured the fondue into cups and dumped in the hair.
The cups began to change colors. Some were bright and appealing, and had a delicious aroma. Others seemed to be a bit rotten. Can't win them all, Tako figured, but overall the recipe was a success.
Mmm, cheesy.
((The polyjuice potion contains hairs from Beowulf, Dieter, Snape, Tinky Winky, Amaranth, Dwight, Nate, Dawnstar, Luna, and Homsar. Well, maybe not HOMSAR hair, but do you really want to think about it? Permission given by all the muns.))
Tags:
- albus dumbledore,
- all school,
- amaranth,
- beowulf,
- billy brennan,
- brienne of tarth,
- claire tourneur,
- dwight schrute,
- jaime lannister,
- james bond,
- laura palmer,
- lezard valeth,
- light yagami,
- luna lovegood,
- meg murry,
- miles vorkosigan,
- rp,
- sanada yukimura,
- severus snape,
- shibuya yuuri,
- silmeria valkyrie,
- starman,
- steff johnson,
- tako,
- teru mikami,
- vesper lynd
Waltorana von Bielefeld (Kyo Kara Maou!)
Oct. 28th, 2008 09:47 pmwaltorana.livejournal.comWaltorana von Bielefeld did not materialize in the Sorting Room unprepared. With him came trunks of luggage and provisions. One was marked boldly 'FOR WOLFRAM'. The others contained, presumably, the many necessities of life as a von Bielefeld lord. Haircare products, for example? The lord of the Bielefeld region had to look the part, and Waltorana managed that in spades.
He was a tall slender man, clean-shaven and fair-skinned, with an artfully tousled mop of blond hair. His attire would have appeared to be a military uniform, except that its lines were occluded at the shoulders by a turquoise capelet. At his throat he wore a jabot of cascading lace, pinned with a large emerald brooch the exact shade of his eyes; at his ears, big amethyst clip-on earrings twinkled.
Stony-faced, he filled out the application with quick and sure strokes of the quill. When he had finished, Waltorana stood proudly at attention, awaiting the verdict of the Sorting Hat.
( I tell myself that I'm doing all right / There's nothing left to do tonight / But go crazy on you )
"I have read the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. WvB
I have read thehogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. WvB
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. WvB
One day, marmalade will rule the world. WvB"
He was a tall slender man, clean-shaven and fair-skinned, with an artfully tousled mop of blond hair. His attire would have appeared to be a military uniform, except that its lines were occluded at the shoulders by a turquoise capelet. At his throat he wore a jabot of cascading lace, pinned with a large emerald brooch the exact shade of his eyes; at his ears, big amethyst clip-on earrings twinkled.
Stony-faced, he filled out the application with quick and sure strokes of the quill. When he had finished, Waltorana stood proudly at attention, awaiting the verdict of the Sorting Hat.
( I tell myself that I'm doing all right / There's nothing left to do tonight / But go crazy on you )
"I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. WvBI have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. WvBI agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. WvB
One day, marmalade will rule the world. WvB"
chaotic-miles.livejournal.com((Backdated to after this.))
( Insert your favorite song lyrics here about people having a cup of tea. )
( Insert your favorite song lyrics here about people having a cup of tea. )
Sexual Education with Severus, Section II
Oct. 11th, 2008 07:26 pmmethleigh.livejournal.comWhen sufficient time has passed, Severus collects the papers to mark them and compare handwriting further. This will certainly tell him more about each of these students and he puts them securely into his warded scroll case. He is glad to see that even in the new Hogwarts there are some students who care about study, learning and marks.
"The next portion of the class will be safety, hygiene and health, assuming there were no further questions of structure and function." He looks around the room. There had been almost no questions on these matters - on the actual content of the course. Either the booklet had been impenetrable or exceedingly clear.
( Cleanliness )
"The next portion of the class will be safety, hygiene and health, assuming there were no further questions of structure and function." He looks around the room. There had been almost no questions on these matters - on the actual content of the course. Either the booklet had been impenetrable or exceedingly clear.
( Cleanliness )
methleigh.livejournal.comThe following note appears on the door, along with a list. It is in angry green ink and there are places, noticeably George's name and Mystina's, where the quill has actually split the paper:
Sexual Education Class
Students below have seats prepared for them. Lezard Valeth is excused as he wishes due to Clear Forgery on the sign-up sheet. Professors and TAs may naturally attend as they wish. Chairs will be set for them at the left side of the class.
Seats are arranged as follows: Gryffindors on the far left by the professor's chairs. Slytherin centre left, Bitchiwitch in the centre, Hufflepuff centre right and Ravenclaw on the far right.
( Class List, alphabetically within Houses )
Prof. S. Snape.
((ooc Severus does not actually know anyone, so if you have not met him feel free to sit as you wish if that is something you would do. He will, however, count, being both nervous and suspicious.))
The classroom has been decorated with a series of highly graphical diagrams of internal and external sexual organs. Severus has also installed diagrams in exploded view of the nerves of the head, neck and of the hands and a large more than life-size one of major blood vessels. He is proud of these. There is a great deal of red ink overlaying the green and black and the model's skull grins eerily. The original notice was nothing compared to the sheer size and hideous detail of his actual diagrams. They are imposing.
Frowning furiously, Severus waits for the students to enter, his wand ready for minor hexes. Simply from the sign-up list he expects disorder. He will deal with it harshly and immediately. Then there are the studious and sincere Ravenclaw like Wishbone, and his own Slytherin that he hopes to protect by Education. What a contrast. At each desk there is an assignment:
Sexual Education
Part I
Please circumnavigate the room quietly in an orderly way and sketch on your papers the following basic organs, giving a brief description of their functions. As per the Accompanying Booklet If you have any questions, I shall be available for queries as I move among you.
( questions )
Sexual Education Class
Students below have seats prepared for them. Lezard Valeth is excused as he wishes due to Clear Forgery on the sign-up sheet. Professors and TAs may naturally attend as they wish. Chairs will be set for them at the left side of the class.
Seats are arranged as follows: Gryffindors on the far left by the professor's chairs. Slytherin centre left, Bitchiwitch in the centre, Hufflepuff centre right and Ravenclaw on the far right.
( Class List, alphabetically within Houses )
Prof. S. Snape.
((ooc Severus does not actually know anyone, so if you have not met him feel free to sit as you wish if that is something you would do. He will, however, count, being both nervous and suspicious.))
The classroom has been decorated with a series of highly graphical diagrams of internal and external sexual organs. Severus has also installed diagrams in exploded view of the nerves of the head, neck and of the hands and a large more than life-size one of major blood vessels. He is proud of these. There is a great deal of red ink overlaying the green and black and the model's skull grins eerily. The original notice was nothing compared to the sheer size and hideous detail of his actual diagrams. They are imposing.
Frowning furiously, Severus waits for the students to enter, his wand ready for minor hexes. Simply from the sign-up list he expects disorder. He will deal with it harshly and immediately. Then there are the studious and sincere Ravenclaw like Wishbone, and his own Slytherin that he hopes to protect by Education. What a contrast. At each desk there is an assignment:
Sexual Education
Part I
Please circumnavigate the room quietly in an orderly way and sketch on your papers the following basic organs, giving a brief description of their functions. As per the Accompanying Booklet If you have any questions, I shall be available for queries as I move among you.
( questions )
Tags:
- a,
- alan grant,
- beowulf,
- brienne of tarth,
- carrie white,
- classes,
- daisy buchanan,
- dieter prohl,
- dwight schrute,
- ianto jones,
- james bond,
- jorgen krogshoj,
- kusuriyuri,
- lezard valeth,
- light yagami,
- meg murry,
- mello,
- miles vorkosigan,
- naomi misora,
- owen harper,
- river tam,
- rp,
- ryuk,
- selvetarm,
- severus snape,
- tako,
- teru mikami,
- vesper lynd,
- vislor turlough,
- walter sullivan,
- wishbone,
- wolfram von bielefeld
aka-macgyver.livejournal.com(Cleared with the other two active Stargate characters)
Jack awoke with a start. He lay still as his eyes scanned the dark barren stone room. After determining it was clear Jack sat up and checked his gear, everything was in order. "What is this place," he thought. "The last thing i remember is walking through the gate on my way to Atlantis. But now i'm here. Why? The Azgaurd? Another solar flare and time jump?" Since the room had no doors or windows it seems his only choice is to wait and find out.
( Allow me to elucidate. )
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____JO______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____JO______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____JO______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____JO_______"
Jack awoke with a start. He lay still as his eyes scanned the dark barren stone room. After determining it was clear Jack sat up and checked his gear, everything was in order. "What is this place," he thought. "The last thing i remember is walking through the gate on my way to Atlantis. But now i'm here. Why? The Azgaurd? Another solar flare and time jump?" Since the room had no doors or windows it seems his only choice is to wait and find out.
( Allow me to elucidate. )
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____JO______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ____JO______.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. ____JO______.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. _____JO_______"
Apparitions Class
Sep. 26th, 2008 01:41 amspinmybuzzer.livejournal.com((So class is open to anyone, but only the people who signed up are able to find empty desks. Everyone else can either stand in back to watch the debacle or drag chairs in from another room.))
Homestar spent most of the morning trying to remember what it was he was supposed to do that day. He knew it had to be very important, but since it wasn't Marzipan's birthday or their anniversary, it couldn't have been that important, right? So he ate breakfast in the Great Hall, wandered the grounds, went jogging, went jogging again...
Finally, a house elf caught up to him and politely reminded him that he was due in class. Five minutes of confused arguing later (Homestar was pretty sure Coach Z had the day off, or something; he'd never seen him there, so how could he have class that day?), he remember that he, Professor Homestar, was supposed to be teaching. He jogged into class about ten minutes late, and probably well after most of thegawkersstudents had arrived.
( What's 'apparitions' mean again? )
Homestar spent most of the morning trying to remember what it was he was supposed to do that day. He knew it had to be very important, but since it wasn't Marzipan's birthday or their anniversary, it couldn't have been that important, right? So he ate breakfast in the Great Hall, wandered the grounds, went jogging, went jogging again...
Finally, a house elf caught up to him and politely reminded him that he was due in class. Five minutes of confused arguing later (Homestar was pretty sure Coach Z had the day off, or something; he'd never seen him there, so how could he have class that day?), he remember that he, Professor Homestar, was supposed to be teaching. He jogged into class about ten minutes late, and probably well after most of the
( What's 'apparitions' mean again? )
Owl to the Sorting Hat
Sep. 22nd, 2008 03:22 pmchaotic-miles.livejournal.comShaping young minds was, perhaps, not the sort of thing that those who knew Miles Vorkosigan well would have thought him capable of. But that was no reason why he shouldn't make a go of it. And there was a new staff position, teaching a subject about which he had some experience.
So, after at least five minutes of frenetic research, and a lot of coffee, Miles submitted the following owl.
( Owl to the Sorting Hat )
So, after at least five minutes of frenetic research, and a lot of coffee, Miles submitted the following owl.
( Owl to the Sorting Hat )
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callahans_geniusThe Victorian-dressed gentleman who walks through the door blinks and frowns. This was not where he had intended to Translate. Still, even though it's a myth that the Chinese symbols for "crisis" and "opportunity" were the same, Nikola is still moved by curiosity to explore in case the latter could be created from the apparent former.
Finding the application and the quill pen waiting for him on a writing desk, with his name already filled in at the top, only fuels the curiosity more. He reaches for the quill, only to have it dance from his grip. "Curious," he murmurs, blinking again as the quill dutifully scribbles out the word.
Ah, he thinks, careful not to speak again. I see! Very clever! When the pen does not move to his thoughts, he nods and turns his attention to the questions.
( Allow me to elucidate. )
( The rest )
Finding the application and the quill pen waiting for him on a writing desk, with his name already filled in at the top, only fuels the curiosity more. He reaches for the quill, only to have it dance from his grip. "Curious," he murmurs, blinking again as the quill dutifully scribbles out the word.
Ah, he thinks, careful not to speak again. I see! Very clever! When the pen does not move to his thoughts, he nods and turns his attention to the questions.
( Allow me to elucidate. )
( The rest )
superfraternal.livejournal.comOkay. Simon needed a wand. (Nobody laugh.) And he also needed to pick some things up for River, he thought. Brienne of Tarth, that kind and competent soul, had offered to show him the way to the nearest village.
He'd entertained the idea of bringing River along. She seemed to be doing so much better ... He'd decided against it because he couldn't guarantee she was better. It would be nothing short of disastrous if she flipped out in the middle of some small wizarding shop.
Then Brienne informed him another acquaintance of hers would be coming along for the trip, and that settled it. Simon didn't feel comfortable introducing River to anyone he hadn't already met himself. Who knew what this Miles Vorkosigan could be like?
( And nobody knows what it's really like / But everyone says it's great / And they heard it from the spiral in their eyes / This could lead to excellence -- or serious injury / Only one way to know / Go, go, go )
He'd entertained the idea of bringing River along. She seemed to be doing so much better ... He'd decided against it because he couldn't guarantee she was better. It would be nothing short of disastrous if she flipped out in the middle of some small wizarding shop.
Then Brienne informed him another acquaintance of hers would be coming along for the trip, and that settled it. Simon didn't feel comfortable introducing River to anyone he hadn't already met himself. Who knew what this Miles Vorkosigan could be like?
( And nobody knows what it's really like / But everyone says it's great / And they heard it from the spiral in their eyes / This could lead to excellence -- or serious injury / Only one way to know / Go, go, go )
noseymaddie.livejournal.comNow, Maddie likes to think of herself as a good sport. Really, she does. But after a dinner of fungus and a date that went utterly no where, she has decided that this school utterly lacks any worthy male companionship.
Poor boys, slighted so badly.
So, wanting to be rid of the evidence (if not the memory [though, how do you erase the memory of slimy things sliding down your throat?]), she's decided that the one to blame for all this (because it can't be her, of course) should have the evidence. She dismantled the flower, boxed the pieces and sent them with what she considered a polite note via a rather perturbed looking house elf (we'll ignore the fact that she thinks they all looked perturbed). After sending it, she decides tea in the great hall is a wonderful way to relax.
Yeah, right.
Anyways, before the mun rattles away too much, the contents of the note:
Near,
Thank you very much.
Yes, really, that's it.
Please disturb the poor girl.
Poor boys, slighted so badly.
So, wanting to be rid of the evidence (if not the memory [though, how do you erase the memory of slimy things sliding down your throat?]), she's decided that the one to blame for all this (because it can't be her, of course) should have the evidence. She dismantled the flower, boxed the pieces and sent them with what she considered a polite note via a rather perturbed looking house elf (we'll ignore the fact that she thinks they all looked perturbed). After sending it, she decides tea in the great hall is a wonderful way to relax.
Yeah, right.
Anyways, before the mun rattles away too much, the contents of the note:
Near,
Thank you very much.
Yes, really, that's it.
Please disturb the poor girl.
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