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Victorians could hire 'professional mourners' to attend their loved one's funeral. These people would partake in the procession and were not allowed to speak, just look awfully sad! — Rune

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"The Prodigal Sister" for Ophelia Devine. Faked deaths, scandal, and schemes!
Kristoffer was going to be great at this, because he was great at everything. Also his memory was greater than everyone else's, because he bet no one else had ever lost their virginity somewhere exotic like Morocco. Hell, he bet no one else had even lost their virginity. Inexperienced losers.

Kristoffer Lestrange in Shining, Shimmering Splendour

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7 Deadly Sins

Complete seven threads, one where your character displays each of the Seven Deadly Sins — Pride, Lust, Sloth, Envy, Weath, Gluttony, and Greed. Each thread should be at least ten posts, with at least three being your own. Character accounts can be combined.


Little Lost
Yeah I'm just a little bit lost
Just a little out of touch with the plan
Yeah I'm just a little bit lost
I could use a bit of love and a hand

17th May, 1888 — A Hogwarts Corridor
Constance Sykes
How she had found her way to the Headmaster's office in the first place, she could scarcely remember. Carmelina was sure she had been relatively collected, then - as collected as she ever was - but the interview had rattled her something awful. She'd quite forgotten the effect Professor Black had on people; although perhaps it was an attitude he had honed with his added authorities, like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly. Just, you know, an utterly terrifying one.

She had entirely good references, though, she reminded herself, as she trotted out and down the hallway, glad to have escaped the griffin staircase's grasp at last. She had governessing experience, and plenty of academic experience to boot! Oh, and she'd written a book, hadn't she? Carmelina had almost forgotten those two years of work, in the moment. The board of governors surely wouldn't dismiss her out of hand, would they?

Well, there was nothing more that she could do about that now, in any case. She would head out, and hope to see the castle again in September.

If she could... find her way out, that was. Apparently navigating the castle was a skill that took seven years to accomplish, and just a few more to lose. She might have wandered down from Ravenclaw Tower in her sleep, but setting off as shaken as she had been from Headmaster Black's office must have seen her make a wrong turn somewhere, because she felt as though she had been walking in a square of corridors for the past quarter of an hour, and found no staircase in sight!

It was exam season, as well, so the castle had an eerie quiet about it - quills upon quills had been echoing out of the Great Hall like a grand scratching orchestra - and those lucky students with less to do had presumably escaped out into the sunshine. Carmelina didn't blame them.    

She had been staring hopelessly at the portraits in this corridor, hoping one of their subjects might be awake (so that she might ask for directions) or so that one might look familiar (and thus, a shortcut she remembered), with very little luck: so, at the sound of footsteps, Carmelina whirled around. "Oh, thank goodness!" She exclaimed to the hallway at large, propelling herself hastily towards them.  

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