Dark Mark Rising

Who: Gilderoy Lockhart and Amelia Bones and Charity Burbage (And Ded!Torin and Kingsley! And hopefully Bloodied! Ted)
When: Sunday morning, January 16th
What: Gilderoy needs help (what else is new?)
Where: Ravenclaw
Rating: PG-13 for gore

( Don't look at me! )

Who: Charity Burbage and Ted Tonks
Where: The Grounds
When: December 18, 1.30ish
What: Charity's going to cheer Ted up if she has to put drugs in his sandwich!. Charity and Ted have lunch ♥
Rating: PG for communism and books.

( Stuff goes here )

Who: Torin and Charity
When:BACKDATED Late night December 15th
Where: Infirmary
What: Torin has something to say
Rating: Torin is there PG 13 just to be safe

( I wanted to tell you. I was afraid. I thought if I did, you'd reject me. )

Who: Charity Burbage
When: late night, December 14
Where: Heaven! Dreamland!
What: Confronting your subconscious, part II.
OOC Note: Did you know that LSD can cause flashback hallucinations when you pop your back?. Did you know Kroger had "all about drugs" pages? I didn't.

( L'enfer c'est les autres )

Who: Charity Burbage solo adventure!
Where: Dreamland
When: Around 3 am, December 12
What: Freud says dreams are the key to unlocking the subconscious
Rating: PG-13 for surrealism and experimental violence?


( At least you guys didn't have the guy with the cheese )

Who: Charity Burbage and Fabian Prewett
When: BACKDATED December 9, 1976; noon
Where: on the grounds
What: Well, I'm not sure how it helps search for her cat, but Charity and Fabian have a picnic (♥!)

( The gesture was nice all the same )

My internet is slow so please put up with me :( I'll get my characters here tomorrow probably, but I wanted to get this up for you guys!

Friday December 10th
Scattered flurries all day

(Real life Dec 19 & 20)


WHO: HOGWARTS!
Where: Great Hall
When: Starts at 8 pm
What: Winter ball

The Great hall was lavishly decorated. There were five towering pine trees, one decorated for each house, and the remaining decorated in traditional Christmas fashion. The elves had gone all out, there were a multitude of punches, Christmas cookies, appetizers, and chocolates. Staff arrived closer to 7, ensuring nothing was out of place or tampered with. What they didn't know was the Death Eaters had no intentions of ruining this party, they were much more interested in attacking via dreams. Students would be quite safe tonight, which would come as a rather large relief for Headmaster Dumbledore. Around 8 pm, students slowly filtered in. Some with dates, some with friends, and few even came alone. The Great Hall's sky twinkled with stars, while charmed snow slowly drifted down from the ceiling. It was a magnificent sight for all to see.

who: Charity Burbage and Dorcas Mullet
when: Monday, December 5th, early afternoon
where: outside Ravenclaw to... somewhere.
what: Charity turns to The Man for help
rating: PG-13 for cat tail?

( Whatever her thoughts, she had to do this )

Who: Aurea VanHorn, Charity Burbage, and Torin Leary
When: [BACKDATED] December 5, right after dinner.
Where: Sixth Year Girls' Dormitory
Rating: PG-13 for drug use and language

( There are other schools of thought. )

Who: Dirk Cresswell and Charity Burbage.
What: Tiggy and talk.
When: Around evening; December 1st, 1976.
Where: The Courtyard.
Rating: PG.
Status: Going.

Midtone blue orbs shifted with unsettled nerves onto a prickly ball which rocked in a steady breeze upon the stone bench. The rush of fountain water from the nearby display was long since turned dormant, while light lazy snow made its debut upon the monotone Scottish sky.

Dirk's near-auburn hair, while hinting towards the oily today, flopped in the steady, brisk currents. Halfheartedly he watched his new pet, enthusiasm bottoming as darker clouds swirled their drear behind his eyes.

Fourteen. In many countries, one was well on to manhood at it. A fourteen year old boy doesn't cry. Dirk knew that mantra from a father who was almost overbearing in his masculinity. By comparison, one could find Dirk frail, contemplative and emotional. And though he told himself boys did not cry, a sensitive boy he was. His eyes were more liquid than the dry well meant for falling water that was the fountain. If only winter could shut off his as easily as the House Elves did here?

( Why? )