[This is Edgar.

Edgar has seemingly just appeared in the middle of the room armed with two very sharp, very strong curved knives. He looks quite suspicious and doesn't lower his weapons.

Offer him some tea. He'll calm down.


Maybe.]

-- Oh. [carrying a giant basket of laundry, um.]



This is not where I am meant to be at all.

[Natalie hates coming here, to be honest, but she guesses that while she's here, she might as well put her time to good use. This good use means playing the piano. She's sitting there, playing some Vivaldi for you, and, damn it, she's good.]

I've a horrible headache.

I've talked to bugs with more personality than the doctors they set me up with.

[Scor is sitting against a wall, dangling a piece of yarn in front of his kitten .]

The little bugger followed in after me..
It's his first time travelling inter-dimensionally, I hope he hasn't got a headache.

Corsets are awful annoying, but Mother said that if she heard I'd been going without again, I wouldn't get to go to Uncle Sirius's villa this summer.

Idiot brother is an idiot tattletale.

Well... that's the first time I've ever been kicked out of a shop before for getting caught snogging my boyfriend in a changing room. Oops.

I've always wondered why blokes don't like shopping. Boys, be so kind as to enlighten me why?

My wrist feels as if it's about to drop off; too much time spent scribbling away in the study.

[Enola is busily braiding multicolored ribbons into the hair of a loooong line of Barbie dolls. Obviously someone figured out how to ask the room for things all by herself. She's also happily humming a song that's part Jingle Bells and part Happy Birthday.]

The cottage pie is in the oven, vegetables are steaming, wine is chilling.


Who'd have thought I'd make such a good housewife? I didn't even cut myself.

Things have really been stirring up between everyone, so I've noticed. I wish I could have that much fun.

[He's drawing. Finally. Just to draw, of course. It's nothing predictive.
But, imagine that, he is smiling. Isaac Mendez smiling--what a rarity!

Come one, come all. Poke at Not-Lancelot the dead artist~]

[ A not-so-sane blond sprints quickly and does a flawless swan dive off a 30-story skyscraper in busy Manhatten. An adrenaline induced scream of pure exhilaration rings out amongst the towering buildings. And all too soon, Parker's fun is over and her safety line is pulled tight so that she dangles like an overused cat toy in her harness. A manic smile blossoms on her face as she breaths deep and then disengages all the hooks and straps.

It is a good day to be Parker. Freefalling like a star from heaven.]

[Amelie appears in a nice polka-dot red dress, sensible sneakers, and aviator's goggles.]

[...What? James promised her that he would take her flying today. To her, it makes sense.

[She puts a hand to her mouth and calls, just as James asked.]

James! I'm ready when you are!

[She tries to convince herself that it's still not a date. It's just one of their many adventures. ...Right?]

What on earth is a Wii?

...more importantly, why do I suck at it?

[Still wrapped in a blanket, and once again sitting in the corner of the room, he's scribbling at a notepad with a pen. Almost furiously. It would be hilarious if he wasn't sniffling pitifully. Anyone that nears him, he'll show the paper to, on which he has scribbled:]

Don't mock me. I lost my voice, thanks to the cold or flu or whatever the heck this is. FML.

[And the last three letters have been underlined for extra emphasis.]

Sleeping on a transfigured cot is not wise...


Especially if it used to be a tea cup.