Who: James and Harry Potter Where: Various locations When: All day Style: Prose by the look of it Status: Closed
James woke to an idea in his head and, after checking with the wife, proceeded to knock on his son's bedroom door. His son's bedroom door - It felt so strange and yet so right. He couldn't believe Harry was here. And eleven already. Almost twelve.
Who: Butterfly and the bubble Where: The park, the Plaza, various locations around the bubble When: All day Style: Loud and obnoxious Status: Open like Butterfly's interpretation of music
[You know who isn't bothered by crummy weather or fliers? Butterfly isn't bothered by crummy weather or fliers! He's even got a tiny notice of his own on his back, wearing it proudly like a little cape. That's totally what it is, right? A little cape? What else could it be?]
[The cooler weather is a bit of a problem for him, but he's found various warm places where he can hide, so as long as it doesn't get much colder, he'll be okay. Which means he's fluttering around happily and violatingassaulting serenading everyone with the musical stylings of a purple butterfly.]
Sugar, doo doo doo doo doo doooo! Aaaaaw, honey honey! Doo doo doo doo doo doooo! You are my candy giiiiirl! And you got me wanting yoooooou!
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