Inspired Quills

The mention of potions ingredients caught her interest but it was only a brief flicker on her face, lost in the darkness. What did this boy know of potions, so young? What could he be searching for, out hear on the very night she was out in search of something hard to get ahold of herself? Was it a ...

Desdemona Lucetta Garrotte Hermit | Potion Brewer | Occassional Mysterious Hogsmeade Merchant Also goes by: Dessie Gender: Female Blood Status: Pureblood (and too proud of it) Sexual preference: Straight, probably, but who has time for that Appearance: On the short side (168cm/5'6) and lean - possi...

All above FCs should be on the list

I promise we're not ignoring you my dear, we're discussing things and we'll be posting loads of info stuff this weekend. For now: PG-13 for language and content, but I believe the Ravenclaw Head of House has an In Character rule about language so bear that in mind as well. Anything sexual beyond vag...

The admins and moderation staff have some actual honest to goodness rules/plot/etc posts incoming this weekend so expect more soon, but I thought I'd post a few things that everyone should know right now immediately: The board is now set in the present day. Canon characters exist in the background b...

Part of Dessie wanted to believe the boy's story - she did like to believe everyone other than herself was dumb as dirt - but she knew it didn't add up. Her mind was sometimes a confused jumble, but she knew not to trust anyone pretending to be trustworthy. Danger sharpened her wits. Innocent childr...

Dessie had a problem and that problem was snakes. Ares, her beautiful handsome somewhat aged owl was nursing a sprained wing, and to save him the stress of hunting she'd done her best to lure the forest's rodents to her little hidden away shack. The issue, of course, was that it was very hard to att...

((Continuing this thread as just Dessie/Jetta for now, but obviously if Lavinia or Elwyn want to jump back in at any point they're welcome to!)) Face to face with a threat, Dessie drew herself up to her full height - an incredibly imposing five foot six-and-a-half - and planted herself stubborn and ...

Dessie thankfully had the reflexes to duck into the darkness as soon as Donkle had spoken, and was currently pressed against the wall just around the corner from the group making furiously silent strangling gestures at him. He smiled and nodded at her ire. With a not very reassuring thumbs up to his...

I will always accept any art of Dessie or Dori