xliv λ homeward bound

[assassino]

( Friends and Companions )

( Lucrezia )

☠ 057; after birthday

[molotov]

[Okay, so Molotov's birthday was technically during the time that she was a teenager, but that hadn't stopped her from using today as her "birthday". After all, why should she miss out just because the castle decided it was time for some shenanigans?

Except… she makes no effort to address this. And when she finally does open up her journal to make note of the lack of gifts, she sounds exhausted and incredibly happy.]

Happy birthday to me. Gifts can be left outside of room 509.

A familiar name

[waterproofed]

[Percy reads aloud from the card he found while in the wizard world]

"Circe was an ancient Greek who lived on the island of ... Aeaea? and was an expert at turning lost sailors into pigs."

Okay, I get that she would be considered "famous" for that, but this doesn't look anything like her.

Thirty Three Spoons {Dictated}

[cyan_maid]

[There's a flutter of pages, the sound of a finger dragging along the printed lines of a paper - and then a little gasp of discovery.]

Oh - there it is, beech wands.

( {Cut for ridiculous and obnoxious navel contemplation - I mean length!} )

((OOC: Wand lore info taken from the Harry Potter Wiki! And if it wasn't clear, Jane has most definitely booby-trapped random hallways with Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No Heat Fireworks. Mess with her Prankster's Gambit with House pride and studious endeavors, will you Paradisa? The joke is on you! Watch your step!))

❦ ʙɪɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢʀᴀss

[infanta]

( ʀᴏʙʙ )

accidental dictation; action for the ballroom;
[ though she managed to escape robb's supervision, arya is not alone. a gray wolf pup with golden eyes darts constantly between her legs. robb told her the pup's name is nymeria and arya loves her already. grey wind follows both. he assigned himself as their guard, and has been growling in warning at anyone who might come close. ]

Stop it. You're being silly.

[ arya chastises him after one time too many. she has been trying to make winterfell out of pillows and blankets. all she needs to do is ask the air and she gets as many pillows as she may want. she has already got the double walls done, and is trying to figure out how to make the great hall stay up. but grey wind continues interrupting.

she puts her hands on her hips and narrows her eyes at the offending beast. he huffs and bumps her. not expecting it, she falls. nymeria yelps, barely getting out of the way. arya sits stunned on the floor before rounding on grey wind. ]

Grey Wind, you stupid! I almost fell on Nymeria! No, don't kiss me now. I don't want— Don't— [ the rest is lost in a fit of giggles. ]

♈ Aradia: Rise up.

[psych0p0mps]

( filtered/action to the Doctor )

[written]

hello everyone i seem to have overslept once again
did i miss anything interesting

3

[hasmommyissues]

[ Hello all public enemy number one has decided to crawl out from underneath his rock and make a journal entry. However this time there's a slight change to his voice...the cockiness and arrogance is still there but it's a little distant. It's as if there's something playing on his already damaged mind.]

Ah memories...they are such fragile things are they not?

There are some schools of thought that say a person's personality is defined by his memories. Whether it be the memory of a mothers warm embrace, that first kiss with the fairer sex or the pain of a betrayal from a friend they all make us what we are today.

So for the castle to manipulate them...to add them or remove them entirely in such a way is very wicked indeed.

[Is he referring to his time at Hogwarts or is he talking about something else entirely...who knows?]

That is not to say it was not enlightening to be young again...to relive the glory and hope of ones teenage years. 

Maybe that is the lesson here...to hold on and saviour ones youth before it is whisked away by the ravages and ways of the world?