General

The house looked as well constructed as a toddler's brick tower, sections jutted to the left and right, it looked like a strong wind would be enough to blow it down. The rooms changed their order in the stack daily, as if they got bored of being in the same position. Inside ladders dangled from holes in the ceiling as the only way to get to the higher rooms. Clocks ticked, cat's stared, windows kept popping up out of nowhere, changing shape a few times and disappearing with a sudden bang. Doors changed the walls they where on in a whimsical fashion. The house quietly sung silly songs to itself.

By magmabuzz, April 2, 2012.
General

This wizard was clearly obsessively compulsively neat. Row upon neat row of dustless jars labelled in the same neat script with even strokes of the quill, every label facing forwards. On closer inspection they were categorized according to the content and then alphabetized within their categories. Brooms, cloths and feather dusters patrolled the room as if propelled by invisible arms, sweeping, dusting, wiping. Thick oak chopping boards lean against the white painted wall, an array of shiny stainless steel knives from scalpels to huge chopping blades are lined up next to a porcelain sink in order of size, each one looking cut-throat sharp. Golden old fashioned weighing scales with an assortment of weights sit next to the knives.

By magmabuzz, April 2, 2012.
General

Smelly like a dirty old rag, spilled puddles of steaming potion, shelves crammed with glass jars of repulsive ingredients like sheep intestines, pickled lizard brains, rabbit eye balls, snakes tongue and rat's ears. Assortment of hats in various stages of repair on a coat stand, casting a shadow like a crazy castle. Every kind of cloak from double lined, velvety, fur trimmed winter cloaks, to light linnen summer cloaks dropped in a crumpled heap by the thick oak front door. Several cauldrons bubbling and steaming with self-stirring spoons. Home bigger on the inside than the outside. From the outside it looks like an oak door leading to nowhere with grass infront and behind and the chill early winter wind whipping around it.

By magmabuzz, April 2, 2012.