#poevent

Attention dear players;

Our events for our little phoenix party unfortunately have to come to an end. Maya Zabini is now officially Mrs. Maya Burke (though those closest know better) and a lot of money was raised at the charity picnic to help St. Mungo’s and the Bones family. Well done, guys!

Please don’t start any new threads and make sure to round up the threads that you do have for #powedding and #popicnic. (though, if it’s a particularly interesting thread, I personally wouldn’t be bothered at all if you and an RP  partner took a little longer to wrap up)

“So is drinking discouraged or.....?

It was nearly two hours into the picnic benefiting him, and Edgar was exhausted.  He put on a good front for the longest time, but eventually he had Tasha wheel him off to the side and sent the two of them to enjoy the picnic.  His eyes drifted shut.  He just couldn’t keep them open.

It was only when he heard something move aside of him.  His eyes shot open and he reached for his wand, only to have it clatter to the ground next to him.  “Bloody fucking hell, you scared me.”

It’s the first of September, did you all catch the train alright? Remember, alternative forms of transport to Hogwarts are highly disapproved of! 

Today also marks the fact that we’re past the halfway point with our events. Exciting things are happening (apparently the groomsmen at the wedding got hammered and did you hear Alastor Moody got punched in the face at the picnic?!) so get those threads going before the events end on the 7th! 

Happy playing!

“... but where were you on the night of the 19th of June?” Moody asked Louis Fierder, janitor at St. Mungo’s and recent suspect in the Edgar Bones case. 

As a response, Louis froze and then, in an incredibly moronic turn of events, punched Alastor Moody in the face. 

“Son of a Banshee!” Moody yelled, blood pouring from his nose, momentarily too stumped that someone would be so godric-damned stupid to follow in the wake of Fierder making his escape. 

“Somebody grab the bastard!” Moody grunted. 

“Bringin’ the pup is charity, right?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry and I apologize. I take back the notion that all hospital food is terrible. This is amazing. Holy moly. My tastebuds are rejoicing.”