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The PostSyd had to admit, listening to the flying three inch long hippo that seemed to be wearing a tutu was probably a bad idea. In fact, it turned out it was definitely a bad idea, as he was now in a bit of a bind. That bind being the fact that his tongue was now frozen to a Quidditch goal post. He stared, cross-eyed at the post mystified at how he had ended up in such a situation. The hippo had always been so reliable in the past. Ordinarily, relatively speaking, he might have been a bit skeptical to follow the advice, but when the crocodile had triple dared him how could he say no? And so, the Slytherin was trapped, high as a kite, in the blisterThe Post


Crisis of the 20th CenturyThe day began as another glorious day full of pureblood supremacy and intrigue for Lucius Malfoy. He'd actually managed to get back into his wife's good graces after that whole incident with Draco and slept relatively well. It made the fact that his water was just a tad bit hotter than he wished less unbearable (not that the house elf responsible got away scot-free. He expected those iron burns wrapped for at least a week). But apart from the fiasco with the water that was .001 celsius too hot, everything that fresh winter morning went just as planned.Crisis of the 20th Century
When Narcissa made herself scarce of their bedroom, Lucius walked in and took
You are so full of awesome and win that everyone should join just to bask in your glory.
Love,
Nadia
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A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
-Oscar Wilde
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It's just nerves and street scenes;
Garbled talk and beat queens.
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