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[fantasies]

( [ Lucrezia ] )

( [ Bunnymund ] )

[That finished, he waits, drumming his fingers on the open journal and staring out the window at the snow.

He's getting antsy. When he speaks to the castle, it's all in a rush.]

So, does anybody know when spring happens here? Because it wouldn't happen for a few months back home, but I thought maybe here.... Seasons change fast, right? So is it coming soon?

Just wondering.

[Winter is great and all, but he's got plans that require less snow and more sunshine.]

☽ 006 [ Waning ] - - The morning after the Full / Dictated / Action.

[lupinotuum]

 [ Any of you who might have been listening or wandering about the forest the night before, would have heard a distinct lack of howling that was present during the previous full moon. Likewise, if you had gone in search of said beast, he was hard to be found, preferring to stay well out of sight and sound from anyone who might have approached him previously. It was uncharacteristic of Moony, to say the very least. Werewolves were notoriously violent and bloodthirsty, but he had seemed much more ... human.
This change was due in part by one Hermione Granger, who had effectively set Remus free. For once in his life, Remus had felt control, had not once felt afraid and though he had felt pain, it was not nearly as intense as it had once been. It was like the first night with the Marauders, when he'd woken up without a scratch. It was that way again and he'd be damned if he didn't thank her for what she had done for him.

You'll find Remus practically booking it back to the castle, still attempting to button his shirt back up and buckle up his belt. He's running as fast as his aching muscles will let him, nevermind the fact that he's completely forgotten his shoes in his haste. If he runs into anyone, he simply mutters a quick apology and continues on his way up to the fifth floor. Anyone he might pass on his way up, will see a grin that hasn't been seen on his face for quite some time. Remus Lupin has literally not felt this sort of joy since Fifth year, so forgive him if he looks a little insane at the moment.

As he reaches Hermione's door, he knocks hastily, all the while fumbling with his journal so he can dictate a message. ]

James Potter, if you're not already awake by now, get your arse up to the fifth floor right away. I need to speak to you about something, very, very important and it requires your immediate attention. It's about the rabbit problem.


(ooc:// Anyone is welcome to run into him and some of you still trying to work out the werewolf mystery (Abby!) are definitely welcome to confront him.)

3rd ♒ Written

[greaselightning]

you knowv, i vwas just thinking to myself howv ivwe been here for quite a bit, but ivwe nevwer taken the ample opportunity to get to knowv you humans better.
youre a plethora of knovwledge to a certain topic that ivwe great interest in and here ivwe sat around like some sorta dumbass not asking any of you anything.
so lets rectify this.
any and all humans that are vwilling to play a game a tvwenty questions vwith me, please reply to this.
your input vwould be greatly appreciated, not to mention, YOU vwould be greatly appreciated as vwell.
and i suppose in return, i can be generous and ansvwer any questions youvwe got about trolls and our culture.
sounds fair?

(no subject)

[heloise]

( Stephanie )

7th Repair ~ [Dictated]

[inharperwetrust]

Hey. So. You guys still bummed out about the lack of privacy? Paper-based communication not cutting it for ya? Worry no more, for I, Seamus Harper, have come to save the day.

Introducing a secure messaging system on our very own CastleNet, with security protocols written and adapted by yours truly. I will admit that getting my encryptions to work on what the castle provides? A stroke of pure genius, but I'm not surprised I pulled it off.

Usernames and Temporary Passwords can be issued by me, and the application can be downloaded on any computer, cell-phone, or cranial implant with access to CastleNet. Best thing? It's all completely Free. My gift to you.

Give me a note here if you want access, and any questions, feel free to ask.

Harper, out.

quarante-six ° dictated

[signedlefthanded]

To the best guardian I've known,

You are cordially invited to a very fine dinner. My sister has picked out a recipe. We'd like to see you at your earliest convenience.

[She isn't sure if the filters are still broken or not, but if more people want to know about the dinner, she'll be happy to tell them.]

033 || dictated;

[workaphilic]

[Sherlock has been keeping to himself. Experiments to run, theories to test, thoughts to be had. He knows how to keep himself busy when it's necessary.

Unfortunately, his new hermit lifestyle doesn't agree well with the high-energy, high-maintenance puppy that's been passed down to him. Walking Gladstone around the flat doesn't seem to be cutting it, and he has no concept of what to do to make it better.

So predictably, when the journal opens, it does so to absolute chaos.

It must have fallen or been thrown, because it catches the tail-end of a BANG. There's a far off groan of frustration, followed by the much-closer snuffling of a dog that's found something new to investigate.]

Stop it. Stop-- [There's a series of small yips as Sherlock stoops to pick the journal up off the floor...

... Followed by an awkward pause while he debates between slamming it shut for the sake of his dignity, and asking for the help he clearly needs.

Well, the castle's heard the worst part already, and he is desperate. He clears his throat.]

My dog [the words sound stilted even as they come out of his mouth, but he presses on like what he's about to say isn't patently ridiculous] has been... energetic, lately. Too much. Walking isn't enough, apparently, and since I'm not about to let him loose through the hallways, I need someone with a dog approximately the same size and age to give him something to do.

Bloodhound, three months. Let me know.

[And the journal shuts, dignity only mostly damaged.]