The puller of James's puppet strings is here to apologize for his less than punctual play over the holiday.   Besides Christmas with the fam, which has now come and gone, I have a grad school application due on the 1st.  And they won't know how terrific I am unless my portfolio looks the part.  : D

That's not to say I won't be sneaking in an RP comment or two between now and then to keep my sanity up.

Stop in and say hello in the comments to talk plot threads and/or humor me, would you?

Placeholder: James gets Christmas figured out.

Okay. So I'm hoping to get all my threads wrapped up before the new year so there are no loose ends. I know of a couple but if I'm missing any let me know which ones. I have a tendency to pick up a thread and then after a few days forget about it.

Fabian:

-Hot snog with Remus
-Dinner with Remus
-Birthday party

Davy:
-Ella's prank
-Gettin high. XD

Ted:
-Sirius' birthday bash
-Christmas at home
-Talking with Andy about moving back
-Talking with Andy about her father's heart attack.

So er....if any of my characters are needed in any posts immediately let me know. I think there are a few upcoming. I'm home till tuesday morning so I should be able to at least try and wrap some of these up. :D Also, any plotties that I've missed that we've talked about just give me a good kick. I swear I'm getting to it. Thanks.

... but Andrea and I have started a crack musebox for Sirius and Remus.

If you feel like watching, here it is... lolly_says .

Mods if this is not cool to post, let me know.

~After a late Christmas Ted is sitting at the kitchen table reviewing some of the new policies at Witches Weekly. It's not that he's engrossed in the stuff, more bored and worried about his wife. Andromeda had run off early after she had received a letter. Without telling Ted much of anything she had skirted off promising to be home in a bit.
So with Dora off playing with her new assortment of toys, Ted is trying to keep his mind on anything then the letter his wife had dashed off with.~

*looks at his pocket watch* Come on Andy. Where are you.

[Placeholder post: Tonks Christmas. Working on it in a bit. XD]

~Cygnus truly had not been over exerting himself. It was just an afternoon drink on Diagon Alley, but the next thing he knew he had dropped his glass of wine and was clutching his chest. He was rushed to St. Mungo's and has just been informed he's had a small heart attack. He's also been informed that he's required to stay for at least a week.

The staff have assured him that his family is being notified, and that they will take the best care of him possible.~

*waits until the medi-witch leaves to breath a shaky and somewhat frightened breath*

This can't be right. I'm too young for this nonsense.


[ooc: please assume that St. Mungo's has contacted Druella and Walburga at the very least, possibly also Cygnus' daughters]

~Sirius and Remus step into the Floo in their home, and in the blink of an eye and the utterance of "Villa Aphrodite, Santorini, Greece" they are on a tiny island in the Aegean Sea. As Sirius had made certain of, the Villa is prepared and waiting for them. The Villa has a main living area with a kitchen and dining room; a Master Suite, a pair of extra bedrooms with a bathroom in between and a lovely deck.

From the deck one can walk down a narrow and winding path to a private beach. Cygnus had been very generous to Sirius, and while entertaining Remus might not be what the old man had in mind, Sirius could care less. Things between he and Remus have never been better and now they are going to spend two weeks in paradise together. He's pretty sure he's never been happier.~

Come on! Let's have a look around the place!
( Villa Aphrodite )

~Lovely Santorini.~
( Santorini )

~ Seeing Crouch Sr. at the Ministry long after others have left is a far cry from unusual, but one might think that Christmas day would be a different story. One could think, but they would be wrong.

Someone, it seems, has come in the night before and made the place even more ridiculous. This is a place of authority, of law, and not, in Crouch Sr.'s opinion, a place of mistletoe and garlands. Poinsettias clutter his office and amid the festive decorations Crouch Sr. looks fives times as severe as he pens his evening reports and mulls over casefiles spread all over his desk. ~

[ooc: plaeholder post]

Why yes, I do spend holidays perusing livejournal and sitting on my front porch looking disgruntled. 8D

But that aside, MERRY CHRISTMAS! I'm Laura (Or Heiney, which I'd prefer if you can handle it) and I'll be playing Rabastan Lestrange from here on. I'm guessing I'll need to work out a bit of background with a few of you, so just let me know. I'm pretty open to anything and everything, and I love plotting, so I can pretty well work out a reason for doing anything. I don't know how different everyone's time zones are, but I'm in the USA in Georgia (GMT-5 or EST) and I'm awake more or less all the time, haha.

So yeah, nice to meet you all!

I changed and renamed a lot of Sirius' icons. The old icons in comments that were replaced and renamed will all have the default icon now. This is the new default. I use it more than the others. I want him to look a little older. He's scruffier now.

Remus can nag him about shaving. He'll like that.

I JUST WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW I HAVE MAD LOVE FOR EVERYONE ON THIS COMM AND THAT YOU HAVE BEEN A BLAST TO PLAY WITH!!

~Christmas morning finds Remus and Sirius curled up in each others arms, the morning light filtering in through small breaks where the curtains don't completely overlap. Remus' head is resting on Sirius' chest with one arm wrapped around Sirius' middle, the other pinned a bit awkwardly under his side. Sirius is on his back, one arm over his head, the fingers of the other resting on the small of Remus' pyjama-clad back. Sometime during the night Sirius hogged all the blankets, then got too hot and kicked them off and onto the floor. The cold of an early London morning is not very forgiving.

In the kitchen Lolly is preparing a tremendous Christmas breakfast, and the smells are wafting into bedroom and tickling at their subconscious. Sirius' stomach growls and the pressure in his bladder is becoming a concern. He stirs, and then yawns and tries to stretch, but is hindered by being covered up in frozen werewolf.~

M'rnin'.

*yaaaaaawns*

M'rry Chr'sm's.

~ Somewhere in Grimmauld Place an enormous grandfather clock chimes midnight. Barty, clad in pyjamas (though there was quite a struggle to achieve such a level of decency), peels off the waxy paper covering the sticky bit of an errant Christmas bow - sticky bows being his personal favourite part of the holiday season. Sticking it to his cheek, he turns to Reg and grins. ~

Happy Christmas, Regina.