Hello America!
I know we’re not in America, but that, my friends, is a Def Leppard song title.
This Tuesday (March 15th) we will be having a Legen — wait for it… Dary! Music-Themed Fanfic/Fanart Night where we will have so much ‘Fun With The Funk’ (Aaron Carter) that you probably won’t recover for a [...]
Harry Potter and the Giant Toothpaste
A cartoon by Emily and Laurel.
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Woolworths by Alex
Draco Malfoy was lost.
His original bet with Pansy had gone seriously askew as it was apparent that he was lost in Muggle London. His frequent swearing kept gaining his some strange glances off some of the Muggles, yet a slight sneer in their direction had them quickly looking away.
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Exaggerated Dragon Encyclopaedia by Cat
Harry walked down the corridor and entered the library. Even though it was late and starting to get dark, there was no way anyone could miss the large, half-giant Hagrid blocking one of the aisles in between the stacks at the back of the library. As Harry approached unnoticed, he [...]
Stripping Politics by Emma
The weather outside was blowing a gale, the windows were howling as snowflakes battered at the glass. Sat on the sofa, before a blazing fire were two men, one with dark hair and glasses, the other with ginger locks and a peculiar looking jumper. Hermione, Ron’s wife, had been taken, grudgingly, [...]
Revenge by Hannah
Hermione Granger rose furiously and glared at Ron with intense venom in her eyes.
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Babysitting by Plum
Neville sighed heavily. Much as he loved Hugo and Rose, the company of two small children for two nights in a row was slightly boring.
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Board Meeting by Tasha
Meetings of the Hogwarts school governors were never pleasant affairs. Despite the tea and biscuits that were provided, there was nothing quite like the company.
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Romeo and Juliet by Sarah (and Kat)
“Summer holidays at last!” sighed Professor McGonagall.
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Yesterday by Oz
Yesterday, everything seemed for easy. It’s a cliché, and normally he’d hate that, but the usual thing about clichés is that they’re so fucking true. In his head, he can still see the way they were. There were going to be perfect – well, maybe not perfect – but they were supposed [...]
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