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[Um. So James was just crucioed and now he's unconscious on the floor so if you step on him, say sorry. I guess this makes sense because the dark mark is over his head even though he isn't dead I promise. Silly Voldie. Morsmordre is for corpses!] |
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I can find no door to give me passage back to my home. Is it customary to become trapped in this realm of discord? |
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COFFEE IS GOOD! IT TASTES YICKY AT FIRST BUT THEN IT'S REALLY YUM... ANYBODY WANT SOME? I HAVE LOTS, AND I'VE ALREADY HAD THREE CUPS! S'even better if you put SUGAR in it! |
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Teddy didn't send me a letter today. What if something's wrong? |
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[A tall blonde girl with a pair of scarlet heels in her hands and poorly hidden tears in her eyes bursts through a door into the room.] I hate Ludovic Bagman. |
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I have a little gift in store for a specific James. I believe he goes by the name Hugo Weasley. |
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Just to make things clear for myself, do I need to start wearing a nametag that says "Not-Lancelot" or is everyone aware of the difference now? |
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[She has a golden apple, perfectly formed, in her palm, where it glistens in the light. The words 'for the fairest' are inscribed in the dewy flesh. Aphrodite looks less than enthused. Her brow is, and she hates to admit it, almost furrowed in annoyance.] Very amusing, ανώνυμος. |
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How to go about this... Greetings, sorcerers! I am Prince Arthur. ...you know, the guy with the bunny? It's about time I mingled with some of you magic folk here if I'm to form some sort of unity between those who can do magic and non-magical people back home when I reign Camelot one day. So if you are a sorcerer - a nice one - come talk to me. Tell me about yourself - tell me your life story! Unless it's boring, then don't tell me. Let's be friends. |
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They say he's evil, and part of me wants to believe them, but the other part... He's different. He's different around me, at least. |
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I refuse to watch any more shows on HBO. |
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[There's a man sitting there on a stool, playing his trumpet. He's doesn't seem to be aware of anything else. He's quite good. He's also quite loud. Care to give him a compliment or a complaint?] (ooc| AU!Louis from The Princess and the Frog is... Very AU. So spoilers shouldn't be an issue here. Also, I cannot tell age from looking at someone. Anyone give me an idea of how old this guy looks, and I'd love you forever.) |
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[Pasha is sitting in corner by herself writing on a peice of paper she found. Hee paper, how quaint!] Step 1: Stop falling over so much, [This time she's bruised an elbow] |
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[This is Edgar. Edgar has seemingly just appeared in the middle of the room armed with two very sharp, very strong curved knives. He looks quite suspicious and doesn't lower his weapons. Offer him some tea. He'll calm down. Maybe.] |
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-- Oh. [carrying a giant basket of laundry, um.] This is not where I am meant to be at all. |
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[Natalie hates coming here, to be honest, but she guesses that while she's here, she might as well put her time to good use. This good use means playing the piano. She's sitting there, playing some Vivaldi for you, and, damn it, she's good.] |
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