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Jan 4 2018, 03:20 PM   LINK Quote
Frankly? It was a mess. It was a total, horrific mess that didn't even look like what it was supposed to. The puzzle pieces didn't all fit, and they didn't all line up nicely, or in any way at all. The picture looked like a two-year-old with whatever crayons had been left the box had gone to town; was that a tree or a river? Shion couldn't tell, though he most definitely did wrinkle his nose in distaste and try to push his failure from his mind. Where had he gone wrong? Admittedly, the eagle had been rather distracted, but he couldn't really help all the thoughts that went round and round his head like he was on a carousel. A magic roundabout that couldn't stop, going faster and faster until he was about to break down into a mess of explosions and flame, metal and pretty porcelain unicorns broken into pieces. It wasn't a happy thought, but it fit with the circumstance in his opinion.

He was close to finishing. Shion didn't want to do much more; his fingers started to hurt and there was an ache in his back from being bent over a workspace for far too long. Ugh. He would have to stretch it out before he ended up doing some serious damage. Raising his arms above his head, he could almost feel every vertebra popping back into place. It sounded unpleasant. Alas, he figured if he had to do one more gift to finish up, he would finish on a high, right? Rolling his shoulders back, the awful puzzle was pushed into the centre of the table, and as he clicked his fingers, he tried to think what else he could do. He had done a jack-in-the-box, a hippogriff plush for Ninny, and a crap jigsaw. Humming, resting his chin on his closed fist, and pursed his lips. How difficult was it to make a doll made of fabric? Guess he was about to find out.

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After his jigsaw puzzle fails miserably, Shion decides he's going to do one last gift before giving up and going to bed; a doll.

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Jan 4 2018, 05:07 PM   LINK Quote
Lyra had seen everyone (mostly) go straight for a doll or stuffed animal of some sort. She had an idea of how to fix clothes so she went for a stuffed bear too. Honestly she wanted to make something wonderful and magical and maybe filled with real enchanted ice, but alas, a stuffed bear was probably just as cute and cool as everything else she could think of. Then something caught her eye, just as she was turning away with the stuffing and the pattern. It was a large wooden disc with a smaller one on top. The smaller of the two discs had the horoscopes with lines and numbers encompassing the entire place like a round ruler. Scattered around its surface were little crystal orbs of different shades, little prongs sticking out of its sides waiting to be assembles with small inconsequential gems. She knew what this was and dropped the basket in order to pick up the astrolabe.

The sun pin at the center held the two discs together and stretching from it would be the planets, each one with their own moons. Only mass assembly was required. Lyra wanted to keep the pretty thing to herself, take a couple of cans or spray paint and paint the galaxy around the bottom disc so that it really looked like a cosmic compass. The white haired witch was far too excited to pay anything else much attention as she sat cross legged on the ground.

If any of her housemates had stayed behind, Lyra had absolutely no idea and at the moment didn't particularly care. The galaxy and the stars were calling to her, her fingers itching to start assembling.

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Lyra almost makes a stuffed animal but spots an astrolabe waiting to be assembled. She picks that up instead and settles down on the floor, piecing little crystal orbs together on long wire shafts that attach to the sun pin at the middle.
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Jan 5 2018, 01:25 PM   LINK Quote
Imogen sat back, letting her back press against the cool stone behind her and turned her completed project about in her hands. It was perfect! Well, there were things that her eyes saw as imperfections, however, she was fairly sure no one else would notice them. Her little gray wolf was complete and she could see her own grin flashing back at her in the reflection in the little glass eyes of blue. Holding back her desire to give the plushie a little hug before she turned it in, she walked it over and set it with the other finished toys.

One last grin flashed white teeth at the fluffy item before she stepped back to the pile of broken toys to pick her next project. There were numerous sorts, classic looking ones and more modern ones, but finally her eye caught a bit of tangled mess of strings and wooden bits with chipped purple and blue paint. When she pulled it out, she found that it was a little wooden dragon marionette and she was instantly enchanted and inspired. All of the wooden pieces were mostly intact, except for the bars for controlling the puppet were broken to the point of being unusable and all the strings were a knotted mess. Also, it would need an all new coat of paint and maybe smoothing some bits.

So, she tucked it under one arm walked to the supplies, collecting some sandpaper, a box of paints, a spool of thick string, a small satchel of woodworking hand tools, and some thin sections of wood. Balancing it all in her arms she headed back to her little alcove. Setting it on the floor carefully. For a moment she considered finding a place at one of the tables, but she liked her little out of the way space, so she gave a few stretches then returned to a seat on the ground and got to work.

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Imogen finishes her wolf stuffed animal and moves to her next project - a wooden dragon marionette.
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Jan 5 2018, 10:15 PM   LINK Quote
The astrolabe was usable. It certainly wasn't the best thing Lyra had ever made despite her overwhelming love for anything with stars, celestial bodies and galaxies. Mathematics wasn't her strong point but she had a strong grasp of its basics and enough to at least calculate things properly. Her finger pushed Saturn forward slowly and the other planters followed in their rotation, soft clicks heard as each one moved about in their own gravity; circling the sun. She grinned widely, the pools of her eyes could have reflected the stars back at her if only the galaxy she'd painted on the first disc was real and actually glittering.

Some of the paint had chipped off a bit in places, the other smudged by her impatient hands brushing along it near the wrists and arms. Lyra didn't mind or care that it wasn't the perfect replica she'd seen, as long as it worked and brought some joy to someone who loved stars as much as she did, it was well worth the paint on her wrists. Standing, the fifth year retrieved her finished astrolabe and set it on the table, feeling accomplished. Her eyes scanned for another light haired boy by the name of Billy but only found a cute pink and purple cut out. Eyes lighting up and friend forgotten, Lyra picked up the stencil made of felt cloth. The butterfly pattern was meant for only one person and before anyone else could think to snatch it up, Lyra took it, basket and all and scurried back to her spot.

Sewing was a skill learned early in the clan. They often sewed the uniforms of Caelark squads or their own torn clothing. Both men and women knew how to sew, it wouldn't help if they depended on the women and had all of their female scouts killed, leaving the men without someone to mend in what Lyra considered a very ancient and out of fashion tradition. They needed to be self sufficient, all of them. Settling her thoughts back to the present, she cut out the cloth in the shape of the first stencil. The wings she'd have to make herself, and she took the piece of chalk and outlined them before cutting those out too. With everything cut out and ready, the white haired witch set to work, knowing exactly who was getting this present once she was finished with it.

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Lyra finishes her astrolabe and picks up something to sew after a quick scan for Billy. Not seeing her friend she settles down to make her next gift. This one is going to a very special friend of hers.
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Fionn McMahon


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Jan 9 2018, 04:07 AM   LINK Quote
Why was every single task in life always so damn hard? By now Fionn was rather convinced that it was all his fault, because things always took a rather dramatic turn as soon as he reached for anything. Maybe he was like that king from the legends, the one who turned everything he touched into gold - with the slightest difference that everything Fionn touched turned into dragon dung or the equivalent to it instead. He sighed a little, relieved that at least the bear did not look like a disaster, currently standing there and drying all by itself. "You can have it if you want," the small, ginger-haired lion whispered as he pushed the figure towards Fae, moments before he wandered off to get snacks for the two of them. Once he returned, the unicorn had still not been named, and given that his favourite plushie - a teddy bear - was called Mr Bear, he most likely was not the best person to ask for a name. "Maybe unicorns have really random names. Like...Bob, or Steve," he mumbled, not quite convinced about his own theory.

Gingerly, the small lion reached for a cupcake as well, devouring the figure on it first before biting into the truly deliciously looking cake filled with vanilla cream. "Mhhh," he made. Despite having a preference for sour candy, there was no way to dislike cupcakes, and he happily munched on one of them before his eyes widened again as his friend offered the cat to him. "Oh really? Thank you!" he called out, reaching out to give the girl a very awkward, small hug before he continued to ruin the unicorn figure that had been supposed to be a present for his friend. She had given him such a cute cat, and what could he do? Nothing, because everything he tried to draw - apart from the bear - looked like a nightmare more than a present.

But Fae immediately noticed that it was a unicorn, and Fionn tried hard to smile as he gave it a gentle shove in her direction. "I will make a prettier one, promise," he said almost desperately, reaching for another plain wooden figure to paint in all the colours of the rainbow this time. Honestly, he had given up hope on this task already, no longer expecting great things from his work.

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Fionn keeps failing, but gives his bear and his unicorn figure to Fae. Let's see how another unicorn attempt goes!
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Jan 9 2018, 08:46 AM   LINK Quote
Alric wasn’t sure if his brother would ever forgive him. It had been just over three years at this point, and still the lion refused to speak, only caving when under pressure from their parents at home. Even then, what little he spoke was always threaded with angry undertones, words kept short and sharp, and rushed as if the boy didn’t want to waste his breath on the badger. Their relationship now was a far cry from how it used to be when they were younger. In those days, Alric could remember his little brother bouncing whenever they spoke. He’d look at Al like he was one of their superhero’s in the comics they used to read; eyes glittering with a warmth that made the badger feel as if he were a superhero.

He remembered how Emric used to always follow him; ignoring the neighborhood kids and running off to explore with him and play pretend, as Alric had often enjoyed doing. Of course, as they grew older his hesitation to play with the Muggle kids grew less and less, and he supposed that was when things had really started to change. With other kids to tear his attention away, Emric was left with fighting for the spotlight. And when Alric’s magic proved too erratic and strong for him to go to school with the rest of the kids on their street, the mystery behind him only seemed to strengthen their friends’ interest in him over Emric.

The Head Boy shook his head, sinking into the silence that had settled. He focused on tapping the wooden pieces of the car together, mentally kicking himself for every mistake he’d ever made with his brother. It was all so clear now, when everything had already built up and their relationship laid in shambles. Funny, how twenty-twenty always worked that way.

There wasn’t a time when Alric didn’t wish he could go back to change even the slightest of things. Maybe he’d come home sooner; remove himself from the other kids and their games and get back to Emric so they could play, just the two of them. Or maybe he’d have voiced his defense for his little brother against their parents more, maybe save him from being in so many timeouts or from getting as many things confiscated as punishment. Maybe it was those tiny things that could’ve saved them; maybe, maybe. Maybe he’d never really know for sure.

Looking over his work, Alric mustered something of an approval, the smile weak, though genuine enough. There were the faintest imperfections - a slightly crooked wheel, another than wouldn’t quite pop in all the way - but all things considered, it seemed like a grand toy. After his inspection, he set it off to the side, then reached for another wooden figure. It seemed to be pieces for a train; another old toy he could remember having as a child.

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Alric reminisces about his brother and how things used to be, and completes his toy car with mostly positive results. He moves on to work on a wooden train next.

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Jan 9 2018, 09:16 AM   LINK Quote
As she tied off the loose thread to finish, the former Hufflepuff could already tell her work came out significantly better than last time. Oh, there were the subtlest imperfections - an uneven hem here and there, an accidentally fray along one of the doll’s strand of hair - but other than the smallest things, the doll looked very much like Myra had hoped it would. Now, more than ever, the doll really looked like her old one from childhood, and the faint weight it held in the woman’s hands only brought the warmest of smiles to her as she recognized it instinctively.

As days of herself running amok, her doll in hand, filled her mind, Myra got back to work, reaching for a dragon doll to sew next. It was an obsidian color, with deep emerald eyes and the cutest red tongue sticking out with tips of its fangs showing on either side of its mouth. With care, the woman sorted each part in the order she wanted to assemble it, snatching the black thread from the center of the table and threaded her needle. As she sewed, Myra reigned herself in, slowly easing herself back into work mode as she knew she’d be finished there soon.

The last thing she’d done back in her shop had been taking out her next few dozen of cupcakes out of one of her many magical ovens. They ought to have been cool enough to frost and decorate now, which meant she could dive right in once she got back. But, after that, she had to count her supply of scones and decide if it was time yet to make more or if she’d chance it and merely sell until she ran out. It was funny to her to consider how many choices she often had to make in a day - funny, only in that she could be such a terribly indecisive person sometimes. Naturally, she’d found just the job for her - decisions at every minute of every day - clearly good practice to help her get more decisive.

Giggling to herself, Myra finished the dragon, happy enough with how it came out and reaching for the final toy she’d make. It was what appeared to be a grown Hippogriff - a fantastically designed creature, its fabric glittery and textured as if to replicate the true thing. Awed at it, Myra made the mental note of trying extra hard to make sure it came out good, not quite unwilling to remain longer to ensure it did come out perfect. Though, she hadn’t the right color thread she noticed.

Getting up, Myra grabbed her finished toys, heading towards the completed pile as she searched around for gold thread. She found some nearby, a small smile present as she met the gaze of several students - some she even recognized as frequent costumers. As she reached to grab the gold thread, Myra noticed a boy who seemed a little down, his own toy looking quite like her doll had when she’d first sewn it. “Hey, you’re alright. Just being here and trying speaks volumes about your character; try again and it’ll come out lovely, I’m sure!” She said, giving him a small pat on his shoulder as she dropped the dragon doll she’d made a moment ago. “Merry Christmas!” She said, turning on her heel to drop off the remaining toys she had and head back to her station.

Back with the right color thread, Myra began sewing, humming a few Christmas tunes to herself as she worked.

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Myra makes a stuffed dragon doll as she thinks back to the last things she did before she left her shop. She muses about the things she needs to do when she gets back, and reaches for a stuffed hippogriff doll she intends to make next. On her way to find the right colored thread for it and to drop off her other finished toys, Myra spots @Shion Suzuki and encourages him to keep trying. She gifts him the dragon she’d made and wishes him a merry Christmas before dropping off her finished toys and heading back to finish the hippogriff.


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Jan 9 2018, 10:27 AM   LINK Quote
Gavin could say, satisfactorily, that he had no fucking clue what he was doing. Ironically, putting toys together seemed far easier when the pieces weren’t half-put together - when they were completely in separate piles and waiting to be assembled. Somehow, that didn’t quite add up in the badger’s mind, but he couldn’t offer himself any other explanation as to the pile of shite he’d just finished. The poor thing looked disfigured, mangled, and just about like it was begging for death. Gavin had half a mind to burn it alive and end its misery before the ravishingly tantalizing Nenet beckoned his spirit to her again, his previous befuddled expression untwisted and dreamily looking at her.

“Ay,” he hummed, agreeing that boys today just didn’t have a clue. Of course, he was one of the boys too, but who was he to disagree when a pretty witch complimented him? He certainly wasn’t that daft, despite what his reputation might’ve suggested. He thought as much as he thoughtlessly reached for a few spinning tops, figuring them easy enough to assemble and dip into the paint Nenet had used for her ornaments.

He giggled at the tickle of her purred response, cheeks blushing pink, his lips curled further into a grin as she snatched the kitty he’d offered her. “It’s in good hands, I’m sure. Such a lucky cat to be going home with you tonight,” he winked, casually swatting away Markus’ paw as the cat tried to snag part of the nutcracker that had fallen off on the table. He finished the last of the tops he’d been working on, dipping it into some purple paint before setting it off to the side to dry.

He opened his mouth to say something else - some random, stupid nonsense that he thought might tickle the girl and win him a spot to go home with her too - but found his lips sucked back and shut as the girl began speaking again. The smoothness of her voice sent tremors down his spine, the mere picture of her closing in on him enough to make the boy hold his breath, as if he feared breathing would make her fall back.

He took another inhale and held it as her finger traced along his lips, his brow glistening softly as his heart raced with anticipation. He closed his eyes as she did, lips burning upon hers as she kissed him, his soul ripped from him when she was done - devoured, entirely, by her lips. After a moment, red faced and stunned, Gavin opened his eyes, stars dancing within his view as his crooked grin seemed permanently plastered on his face. “I-oh,” he stumbled, giggling at himself and shaking his head as he nervously scratched at the inside of his arm. “Well!” He exclaimed a moment later, partially regained, “Merry Christmas to me, eh?”

This was karma. It had to be. Or, it was just Gavin’s regular dumb luck, but he rather liked he idea that this gift had been sent his way from the good deed he’d done for the day. Making toys and getting a kiss from a beautiful girl in return certainly was the kind of trade off Gavin lived for, and he reeled with satisfaction over it, his trashy toy he’d attempted to fix for someone completely forgotten as he rested his chin over his hand and looked dreamily at the girl again. “I bet any bloke lucky enough to have a kiss from a goddess is ruined once you leave. Don’t suppose I have much longer to enjoy feeling blessed, hm?” He asked, knowing somewhere in the pit of his stomach that this wasn’t a forever love. Not that he minded completely. Even if he wanted to become fully enveloped by her for a lifetime, Gavin knew deep down he wasn’t the sort to stick around. Someway, somehow, he’d grow tired and ruin things - or she’d leave before then, once she wised up to the uselessness that he was.

Either way, the badger quite liked her. Nenet, Nenet, Nenet - such a lovely, lovely name.

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Gavin is in lurve - temporarily, at least. He’s completely surprised at the kiss @Nenet Ahmadi blesses him with, and pretty much anything else that had been bouncing around in that thick head of his is gone and replaced with his captivation with the witch. But like all things, Gavin knows it’ll end soon and he muses to her that he likely doesn’t have much time left with her holiness.

And at some point before he got bit by the love bug Gavin had assembled a few spinning tops because they’re easy and he doesn’t care much about toy making anymore lol.


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Jan 10 2018, 12:38 PM   LINK Quote
Sewing was definitely better than plastic car assembly had been. A few of the seems weren't perfect and at times the stitching was all over the place, but at least Ralph was whole again! "Good job, Tori," the girl complimented herself as she set the doll aside. She stood to stretch, her arms reaching high above her head as she worked out the stiffness that accompanied sitting for so long.

It seemed a lot of people were still working as well. For every person that left, another seemed to slip into the hall and take their place. The Hufflepuff knew that some of these helpers were only here because they were getting something out of it, namely that wish the wizard had promised to fulfill, but it still made her smile to see everyone in the hall. Helping someone, even if you did it to get something in return, was still a good thing. Perhaps a few of them would even enjoy the feeling and take to doing something similar on a regular basis. That was a happy thought!

"Time to get back to work," her light voice ordered herself. Sitting once again, she pulled the torn pages of a picture book to her and set to gluing them back into the binding. This task was more difficult than her first two had been, if only because the redhead kept finding herself reading the story absently while she worked.

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Tori feels she did fairly well on her Wreck-it Ralph doll and take a moment to survey the hall. Afterwards she decides to glue a children's picture book back together and hopes she doesn't get too horribly distracted by the story.

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Jan 17 2018, 11:32 AM   LINK Quote
She didn’t know that she’d ruined many mortals in her short time, but she had broken a few hearts. Those she deemed worthy at the time often found themselves having doors unapologetically slammed in their faces once the witch grew bored, or felt the dangers of attachments forming. Gavin seemed the type of boy that would ruin her just as much as she could ruin him, of course being who she was, Nenet was sure to cause the damage first. This was not something that she felt would last forever, it would be passing and enjoyable for both of them; and if Gavin played his cards right it could turn into a friendship afterward. Perhaps she’d spare him.

The workshop had been completely forgotten, as far as Nenet was concerned they were the only two people sharing breathing space. His toys were a disaster, probably as bad as hers had been but they had all been forgotten, the ornament she’d gifted him winking conspiratorially at her like the student that had blocked the light for a moment. It seemed that inanimate object was in on the game she was playing and dreamy, attractive boy before her was a little too besotted to realize he was playing. Or maybe he just didn’t care.

How she wanted to run her tongue across the ruin of Gavin’s face, feel the throbbing heat against it as it caressed the redness of his cheeks. Even placing her lips to the heated spot seemed appealing and Nenet kept close, savoring the temptation before giving into it. His cheeks were hot against her lips, the skin soft and easy to graze along, smooth to smooth. First she kissed the left cheek and then her lips brushed over the bridge of his nose, body shifting with the motion, before they settled on his right cheek. Then the snake slithered forward, brushing that petal soft pout along his cheek bone and down, down to linger near his ear. “I’m only a sacrifice away,” she said softly, for his ears only before fully perching back in her seat. The dreamy look on Gavin’s face made something tighten in Nenet’s stomach and she bit at her lower lip, chuckling softly.

“I don’t know that I’ve ruined many mortals, but I do know that my new pet would be sad if you didn’t come pay him a visit sometime.” How she would have loved to take her with him at this moment, but indulging and satisfying his desire right away left nothing for the to do afterward. It defeated the purpose of a chase, and if there was something Nenet had learned from her mother and father it was that absence made the heart grow fonder. Too much of it made it grow desperate, the trick lay in giving just the right incentive and dosage each time.

Having extended the invitation she turned her body, sliding out of the seat and taking the smell of rosemary, lavender, and strawberries with her. Fingers plucked the orange plush cat from the table. She scratched under Markus’ chin before smiling at Gavin, “I’ll see you soon Gavy-poo.” The serpent moved away slowly, unhurried in her pace to go and retrieve her gift from the Christmas tree. She didn’t turn back to see if Gavin was watching, only made a mental note to stumble upon the badger at a later time so they could resume their game.

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Happy with her accomplishments, Nenet tells @Gavin Woodbane she’s only a sacrifice away and promises to see him again before taking her stuffed cat with her and heading off to claim her gift in exchange for her labor.

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Jan 18 2018, 09:23 AM   LINK Quote
The butterfly wasn't the best thing Lyra could make, it had several flaws here and there and was a little bit crooked in parts of the wings but a trim of the cloth later and it was more or less the perfect present. She knew that Weiss wouldn't mind the flaws, she'd love it if only for the fact that it was a butterfly and nothing else. Its pink body had little golden stitching to outline the segments of its torso and the wings were purple and there was stitching with a pretty little swirling pattern spanned out across them. Its face was sweat with black eyes and freckles along the cheeks, a small yellow rounded nose sewn in with thread alone. Lyra had taken her time with the patterns, decided that it was going to be a gift from the moment she'd picked it up and was very proud of how it had turned out.

"Weiss is going to freak!" she squealed to herself, setting the finished butterfly plush off to the side. When she went to get up, she picked it back up and curled her arm around it. Not wanting someone to come by and swipe it because it was adorable. Even she had to admit that. Since the first two projects had been semi-complicated, Lyra settled for a simpler toy this time. She picked up what looked to be a small wooden rocking horse needing assembly and took that back to her seat. Along the way she noticed a cute tiger plush and paused over the boy, chirping up "that's sooo cute! Have you seen a white tiger? They're extremely beautiful and rare."

When she got back to her seat, she'd tuck the butterfly against her chest and stomach, her chin resting on the antennae as she curled over it and set to work. There were little tubs of pain which she used first, giving the parts she painted time to dry while she put the brown wooden sections together. The saddle was a darker brown and the blanket that went over the rocking horse's back was a pretty frosty blue. Maybe she'd go back and paint intricate little snowflakes, but right now she was waiting for the boy to say something.

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Lyra finishes her butterfly present for Weiss and picks up a wooden rocking horse to assemble. She pauses to compliment @Titus Montagut's tiger and inquires about him seeing a white tiger. Mari saw a typo and broke the code. Oops
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she was a rose in the hands of those who had no intention of keeping her

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Jan 18 2018, 09:56 AM   LINK Quote
Erik Dwight was not exactly used to being good at something. He was quite talented when it came to leaving hickeys on his boyfriend’s skin, quoting books and lyrics alike in the most inappropriate situations, and smoking one cigarette after another. He could also swallow amazing amounts of alcohol without throwing up, which could be called a talent as well. Fixing toys was new, and he was just going to embrace this was his new, special talent, smiling as the octopus was fixed and the two girls across from him looked accordingly surprised by his talents. He winked at them, setting the octopus aside so the paint could dry before eyeing the abandoned candy cane once more. Did he want to continue eating the sugary hellpole? Not necessarily, especially as he had told himself he would just go and make a present for Quincy next - a bunny, to be accurate.

There were wooden figurines as well as more breakable ones, and there were stuffed animals that just needed the stuffy filling to take shape. He rummaged quietly through a box full of fur in different sizes, picking a black piece and spreading it in front of him, pale fingers smoothing it down. He had never done any of this before, yes, he had not even watched when the house elves were fixing his clothes, although one of them had sewn all the deliberate rips in his skinny jeans shut once. That had been an adventure of a different kind. But fortunately, magic had always come naturally to him, and he reached for his wand, no longer occupying himself with pesky paint brushes. This here needed to be good - so the chances of him failing rather terribly were high.

With a sigh, he tapped the fur and muttered the sewing spell, hoping that the result would somehow resemble a bunny in the end. He did not even know what it was with Quincy and bunnies, but he thought it was rather cute and wanted to give his boyfriend a small, extra gift apart from his real Christmas present. And after his hard work for the guy who looked like Santa, he deserved making something he would use himself, right?
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Erik discovered that toymaking seems to be his secret talent and chooses to make a plush bunny for Quincy next by using a sewing spell.
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