Hi! So, since it’s nearing the Halloween season, it’s time to get *festive*, and even though I’m on a semi-hiatus due to school and the fact that I am currently doing a lot in my cult of theatre, I figured nothing could be more perfect than changing my url to celebrate! I will switch back to @karkaroff after Halloween. Or possibly not. We’ll see. 

(also if you want to join me in being festive I have more dead Jily urls? Message me!)

@sixofcrowsnet creation event: The Staying and the Leaving

[creation 1]

There were a few reasons people came to Ketterdam, and money, escape, and opportunity were most of them.

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Hi, everyone! Basically, I will be gone for pretty much all of this July–half of it in Alaska with wifi I only know will be slightly good, and half of it in a camp at Washington State with wifi that will probably be much, much better (but will Tumblr be blocked??? Yikes…). As a result, I will be on a semi hiatus throughout the month of July (possibly not the second half of it, but that’s something I’ll have to see about). It doesn’t mean I’ll be inaccessible, or that my queue will be empty, or that no writing/creations will be posted. I have creations and the like in my queue, which is set for 15 posts a day, and will still be participating in nets and stuff, I’ll just probably be harder to respond/get to. Thanks, loves! Sorry for the pretty much useless message!

Prompt for @hpwritersnet: Minerva Mcgonagall

Minerva Mcgonagall was nervous.

She didn’t show it, of course, keeping her spine straight and her expression neutral. Her father, a pastor, had taught her at least that much: when you’re a flurry of emotions, keep the storm inside until later, and let your best face show. Minerva didn’t know how well this had worked for her father, seeing as she hadn’t attended church for some odd ten years out of her eleven.  But it seemed sound advice. So she kept the nervousness inside her as she listened to the giggles and whispers of her Hogwarts class. More than a few had made quite a few friends on the train and were eager to share their thoughts and fears for the sorting ahead with their peers.

But Minerva, or Minnie, as she liked to be called, had only made a single friend on the train ride–if he could even be called that. He had already gone up at the sound of his name (which was rather whimsical, Minerva thought, though her own name had caused quite the stir up in Scotland). A tattered hat had been perched atop his head for five long minutes before it roared a hearty “Ravenclaw!” and sent him to his appropriate table. She was happy for him; Filius Flitwick hadn’t wanted much, but he had wanted blue and bronze for house colors.

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