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There is a loud bang as a small toddler runs through the front door of the lobby, followed by two brightly colored dogs. The puppies are yipping excitedly. The plaid one jumps up and manages to pull on Harold's shirt (without ripping it even!). "I'm It!" Harold giggles and twitches directions to chase the puppies. They start running towards the stairs, Harold close behind.

There's a Harold and two puppies outside. They're sort of hopping - skipping perhaps - in the general direction of Hagrid's hut. Harold hasn't seen his large friend in a long time! Which makes him sad. And he wants to show Hagrid his puppies. Because he likes them!

He eventually reaches the hut and starts nosing around for Hagrid.

Iggy had been rather unimpressed by the meteor shower, though he figured it would have been better if he could see it.

Which was why he'd spent most of the time shut up in his room, leaving only to eat, for the duration. Now that it was over however, he'd emerged, taking a slow walk around the grounds, enjoying the change in the air. Though, it did make him realize just how long he'd been Here, and it had hit him again that he didn't know what was going on with the Flock, or if they were even still alive, still free. Really freedom and life were the same thing in their case.

Harold comes in from outside, his two puppies following behind him. All three of them are slightly blue tinted and have snow dripping from their hair. In Harold's hand he has a old looking piece of paper. It's tore in a couple of spots, but Harold still looks at it with interest. He's not entirely sure what it is, but it seems to be important. The print on it looks like it once was brightly colored, but is now faded. There's several landmark pictures on it, a line and a large X. On the back there seems to be some faded writing.

Harold and the puppies sit down in the middle of the floor to look at it closer.

Down by the lake, Captain Hook is sitting out on the deck of his ship, watching the stars come down. "Nature at her prettiest, methinks."

Out on one of the porches, The Bunny has turned away from the spectacle, to continue working on his latest invention. It ticks ominously.

Somewhere int he forest, Sirius Black who completely missed the big sign, is staring upwards at a tree. This specific tree has his bike lodged rather high up in it, and his wand has quit working. Damn it.

And in the Lobby, Tim is staring at his hands in amazement and fear. He doesn't have any magic. None. He just assumed that whatever this was, he would be immune to it, but...

He pats down his coat pockets, trying to find something, anything magical that works. But there's not much in his pockets right now. Usually, they're much deeper. Tim finds himself unable to stand, slumping to the floor, muttering spells to himself in some vain hope that something will happen.

But there's nothing there.

Bobby was outside well after midnight, grinning like an idiot as he made dozens of snowmen. All of them were surrounding the Residence, facing the building like a big snowman army. He wondered if he should go down to the Boutique to get hats and scarves for them all. He COULD just make them out of ice, he supposes.

He stands back to admire his handiwork before moving onto the next. Each one only took seconds to make with his power, but if he wanted to make any kind of detail in their facial expressions, it took a bit longer.

Who: Luna Lovegod, open (anyone new to her and nice)
Where: Around the Residence
When: Early Evening
What: Another Hunt
Rating: TBD

Luna was going semi stir crazy and decide to brave another hunt, having found some very curious looking tracks a few hours before. Ironic since she had become a seasoned pro at hiding how miserable she really felt, between her arm and the recent rash of dreams especially. "But a hunt will let me be normal if only for a little while" thinking of that and a possible stop by Hagrid's hut to say hello to Fang. After making sure a dose of her painkillers was in her pocket she slipped out to hunt for that one breed of toad.

Harold is just outside The Residence front doors with his recently acquired puppies. The pups are investigating the cold white stuff on the ground and being..puppy like.
Harold has the staff that Tim gave him out of his pocket and is waving it about in such a way that makes it more than plain that he has absolutely no idea what he's doing. However, even though he's clueless, with every wave of the staff one or both puppies change color. Blue, polka dotted, purple, extra fuzzy purple, stripes..

The puppies are more or less oblivious to this and are more interested in the snow than anything happening to their fur.

There was a young man and two overly excited puppies in the lobby, he'd managed to wrangle them together at least, for long enough to write a note and pin it to the board.

It was simple enough and said:

Two puppies, free to a good home
Formerly belonged to one Ms. Wanda Maximoff
Please contact the guy with the puppies,
or Remy in Room #152

Just at the moment, he was tossing a ball for them, smiling faintly at the scrabble-footed running when they went off after it.

If anyone happened to be downstairs today, at one of the smaller, child-sized playgrounds, shorter slides and the like, they would more than likely find a bird-kid and a fox kit, the former had -thanks to lack of negative reaction so far- decided to stop hiding his wings, and the latter had a splinted leg that didn't seem to be slowing him down any, tumbling down the slide with a happy chuffing bark only to roll around when he hit bottom, scrambling to his feet and running back, if a bit wobblingly, to his companion so he could do it again.

In other words, Iggy and Ignus (also known as 'little Iggy') having a blast, feel free to stop by and say hello.

Who: Iggy and OTA
When: Monday afternoon/evening
Where: the Boutique

Iggy had found clothes that he could hide his wings under, of course, he still looked almost too tall and almost too broad across the shoulders, but he was doing his best.

He'd decided he was going to need more than just the one set of clothes though, which was why he was back down in the Boutique, running his hands over the clothes on the racks, barely touching, feeling out the shape and the size of garments, looking vaguely where his hands were, but also keeping his head tilted so he could hear anyone coming down the stairs.

As with most people Here, Amanda is trying to cope with the loss of some good friends and so she decides to drink, something she doesn't do all that often but this seems to be a time worthy of it. After she's had a few too many she throws the shot glass that was in her hand across the room, "I hate this place." she shouts at the top of her lungs. Tears falling down her cheeks.

Harold fell asleep lastnight and Amanda was so very glad to have him back. Though she didn't really sleep well last night. She couldn't help but worry about how she was going to tell Harold about Piper and Jor-el. Her heart is breaking, it's always hard to lose someone you care about no matter how old you get but having to tell someone so young...

After a shower in the morning she changed and went to check on Harold. She stood absolutely still, stunned at what she was seeing.

"Ha...Ha...Harold?"

Harold was in the woods when the explosion happened. He had been looking for Big Stompies (as The Bunny suggested) and vaguely looking for other fluffies to add to his collection. But then there was the OMGLOUDNOISE, which scared Harold quite a lot. He hid in the woods for awhile but then it got Very Very cold.

The combination of being terribly afraid and wanting to hide means that Harold made himself mostly invisible. He didn't mean to, but he was awfully scared. So he worked his way into Hagrid's hut while Hagrid was sleeping and lay down near the fire to warm up. And although he was unnoticed for some time by Hagrid, Fang noticed him not too long after he arrived and tried giving invisi!Harold some love. Hagrid, then, noticed Fang's strange behavior and the mostly invisible figure of Harold. And although Hagrid has been offering Harold food and just generally trying to take care of him, Harold seems to be beyond it.

After a couple'a days Harold wandered, very cautiously, back toward The Residence. When he finds it pretty much the same as when he left it, his fear lessens somewhat and he goes into the lobby. He starts to go upstairs to Piper and Jor-El's room but..something warns him against that. And although Piper told him to stay with Amanda.. He's just not sure what to do. So he goes and hides behind the sofa, just like he had so many times with Piper after he arrived. She'd read and he'd hide.

He doesn't mind staying there. It is actually kind of comfortable. Especially after he steals a couple pillows and brings it behind the couch with him..

"Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining armour's piercing ring-"

The Bunny is singing, quite loudly and off key, to himself, as he fiddles with his latest project. An empty 2-liter, some common house hold items-

The Bunny glances over his shoulder at the Managers tube. "Let's see how much you can take, big guy."

Tiny paws with opposable thumbs work hard, squeezing and mixing, and making quite the mess. But he does know what he's doing.

"Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!"

The Rabbit finds himself chuckling again, his beady red eyes staring upwards at the Residence. "How many of them can I make die?"

Harold is sad. He loves staying with Amanda - she's lots of fun! But he misses Piper and Jor-El. He wanted to stay with them! But Piper asked him to stay with Amanda and so he is.

He tried to make Jor-El better. One night, after they had both gone to sleep he crept into their room and tried very hard to make him ALL better so that they could play and be happy again.

But it didn't work.

Now he's escaped from Amanda and is outside, looking for more animals. His pets are still with Piper and Jor-El.
He misses his animals.