OOC Hiatus

Might as well declare my official hiatus. I've been really busy for a while and am currently in the midst of a really intense opera workshop (hence why I'm using Christine's lj....), so, alas, I shall be on hiatus for at least the next two to three weeks. So sorry to anyone this may inconvenience!

-Christine /Lizzy /Marius /Josh /Hamlet / Laurie/ Aslan/ Norrington- mun.

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I'll be gone until Sunday. Ta all, and apologies to anyone this may inconvenience!

open RP, corridors: Camilla as a child.

(( Camilla has eaten some magical chocolate and is now seven years old. ))

It's a make-believe place, isn't it? She's in a castle. She must be dreaming. It's a beautiful dream, Camilla thinks.

She seems to know where things are, here, in the way of dreams, even though she doesn't remember any of it really. That way's the Great Hall, not knowing what the Great Hall actually is, only somehow knowing its name and if she follows that particular turn in the corridors that's where she'll end up. That's the way out to the courtyard, though she's not sure what's in the courtyard.

Inquisitive, she wanders, that first exuberant skipping long since slowed to a sedate walk.

Owl to Laurie

((I'm stil on hiatus and will be for two more weeks, but I thought you'd like another update on my characters.))

ExpandOwl to Laurie, lightly warded )

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I'll be out of town until Sunday or possibly Monday. Apologies to anyone this may inconvenience.

A long- awaited introduction; Open rp

Laurie had settled in quite happily to Gryffindor, though, alas, without much of Jo's company. Since Laurie had never been comfortable around strangers, he was incredibly bored.

As such, Laurie wandered around the castle, thinking longingly of his grand piano back home. He entirely failed to notice where he was until he glanced to the side and realized he'd passed the same statue two or three times. Inwardly cursing (no one in books or in Jo's stories ever got so wrapped up in wishing for pianos they got lost), Laurie wandered around the all again... and ended up exactly where he started.

Damn it- er, bother it all? Mrs. March and his grandfather would give him horrible lectures if they even suspected he'd thought a curse word.

In an effort to stave off guilty thoughts, Laurie turned his attention to the wall. There was, rather suddenly, a door there. Thinking that he'd just missed the door the first few times around, Laurie pulled it open and, much to his astonishment, saw a grand piano in the center of the room. He walked in quickly, without bothering to shut the door after him, and propped open the lid. 

After a few scales, Laurie plunged into Liszt's arrangement of Saint- Saens's Danse Macabre, the music pouring out from the open door into the hall.   

Theodore "Laurie" Laurence- "Little Women" by Louisa May Alcott

A boy with longish black hair, tan skin, big black eyes, and a handsome nose walks into the Sorting Room, smiling jovially. He’s holding a letter in one hand, and the reigns of a horse in the other.
 
He looks down at the letter, folds it and tucks it in his vest pocket. “Well, Jo- this is much better than college after all!”