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Post by grandpalovegood on Jan 19, 2012 10:52:51 GMT -6
OK... you all know the scenery. The Great Hall is decorated in style. The punch bowl has been magiked to where it has an instant refilling charm. The lights are low. The band guys up front are playing a song... Black Magic Woman. Now... lets see if anyone will show up?  |
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Post by fawkes on Jan 20, 2012 11:48:10 GMT -6
Fawkes fly's into the Great Hall and is presented by the site of the wonderful Yule decorations.
He settles on a large Pine Tree limb which is lavishly decorated with real Icecicles and tiny fairies brightly shining and shimmering all over the green tree.
The brilliant scent of pine is mixed with holiday spices that rise from the kitchens below the Great Hall.
Fawkes thinks of the hundreds of busy House Elves rushing too and fro in preparations of this evenings events.
Fawkes tummy begins to growl as loudly as the band which is warming up on stage at the far end of the hall.
A soft song escapes Fawkes beak as his eyes close lightly and the aroma and music send him to a very pleasant and happy place.
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Post by fawkes on Jan 25, 2012 12:42:47 GMT -6
Fawkes notices that the Ice Sculptures are beginning to melt. Just a little bit though... Wonders when the festivities are going to begin?
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Post by Duddahs on Mar 3, 2016 10:49:08 GMT -6
Duddahs wanders around the Great Hall as he giggles at the sight of Argus Filch attempting to mop up all the water that covered the stone floor. All of the ice sculptures have now become puddles, the snow which fell from the ceiling has left wetness and residue upon every surface.
Worse than almost anything that Filch has ever had to clean up are the smears of cake and frosting which had been dropped on the floor by the reviling students. It had been trampled, smeared and splattered up and down the walls and floors of the great hall.
Argus Filch momentarily looks up at the hour glass behind the headmasters golden high backed chair. There he saw the sands running in slow motion. The sadness of the overwhelming chore ahead of him causes the old squib to bow his head, clutch his mop with both hands and simply push on with his chores.
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Post by Duddahs on Dec 6, 2016 0:34:48 GMT -6
The Yule Ball is nearly amongst us yet once again.
What shall you wear to this years frozen festivities?
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