Christmas for us

Elsbet carefully gathers up the wands, save for the Hickory, and places them back inside the teak box, making certain the antler wands are on opposite ends. Once in her room, she stows the box securely under her bed, then wonders vaguely why she's thinking of it suddenly as hers. Well, really...since Therion is with them now, they can't all sleep in this little bed. Not like they're going to make him sleep alone. And besides, she reasons, the wizards are going to want time to themselves, as well as with her, and anyway, a woman needs to feel that she has her 'own space'.

As she leaves her room,...

As Remus has his experience, Tonks has hers...

Tonks smiles up at the figure at the top of her fountain. It's a dancer, slender, elegant, and graceful; Tonks laughs because the dancer's face and hair resemble hers, and she is none of those things. She watches a butterfly, ghostly white and fragile, alight on a dry patch on the rim of the fountain. "Wotcher, flutterby," she says softly, then laughs when the tiny thing flits up and lands on her shoulder. It's there for only a second or two, just long enough to uncoil its tongue, then coil it up again. She barely has time to smile at it and then...

Ok, some of the feathered folk of the White City. The little symbol that appears with each bird's name is that bird's sigil; if for some reason their name needs to be put to paper, their sigil is drawn instead.




Alphion, clutch-brother of Cambion; he is not presently attatched to any Magical, but acts totally of his own accord. He is loud, very friendly, and very passionate about fighting the Dark Lord.



Anubis is a Hooded Crow, brought from Egypt but ultimately not purchased by the Magical who had requested him. The merchant, whose shop was in the Muggle village outside of the White...

With Loki tucked safely into a pocket made specially for the little raven just inside his travelling cloak, he slips out of this new happy home. He is content with the knowledge that he has them both together, and they're both safe; worrying about Elsbet was stressful enough, but Malfoy at the 'mercy' of the Dark Lord was just too much. It's a cool night here, and the air is filled with the soft chirruping of crickets. Nice night for a walk. He makes his way to the Park District, his thoughts racing. He makes no effort to slow them, to bring his heart and mind back into line and under his tight...