by Violette Twiggs, Special Correspondent on Mischief, Mayhem, and Mischievously Cute Criminals For a few days now, the castle has been plagued by a mystery so small, so petty, and so aggressively inconvenient that it almost felt insulting to call it a crime. Missing hairpins. Vanishing coins. Brooches slipping away from nightstands. Earrings you can’t…
Or how the thieving Puffs got into the castle. By Tiania Tarrowwood It was Sunday and the monthly trip into Hogsmeade . Thank goodness it wasn’t a blizzard like going home for break! Time to stock up on all the things you cant get in the castle. As students got into town, we all noticed…
By Probity Bywell. It was a rather mild autumn evening, and I was walking with a friend from the Great Hall into the Grand Stairwell, when our quiet conversation was interrupted by the squawking of a flaming feathered fury from the depths of the underworld. Maybe you, too, have encountered one of these, at first…
It took some time to get sources that were willing to talk. But with the help of a few here’s what happened with the mirrors. And I’m still not giving names, though many are known. Some still want to be kept unknown and I’m respecting that. What is known about the mirrors is that Merlin…