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    Een RPG uit een magisch verleden...

    Waan je in een wereld van historie en magie, van stoffige vellen perkament en sprankelende toverdranken, van donkere kerkers en flitsende duellen. Welkom in de wereld van Pumpkins & Parchment!

    Houd je van schrijven? Heb je ook gedagdroomd bij een wereld als die in Harry Potter? Beleef deze wereld, tegen het decor van een industrialiserend Engeland, waar alles mogelijk lijkt te zijn, en misschien ook is...

Informatie voor nieuwe leden

Als dit je eerste keer op Pumpkins & Parchment is, kijk dan vooral in dit board, want hier vind je de uitleg voor beginners.

Uitleg over P&P | 1836 voor Dummies | Adoptiedienst | Vragen?


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    • TW: bile   She had been a terrible friend, she knew it. He'd always given her money and though she thanked him, there was nothing she could really give him in return. And she always talked to him. What did all that shit matter now? She'd been hoping he'd get out some, some way. He was so well-loved. Who'd do such a thing? In such an awful manner? Bile again. She could hear her daughter in her chair, but it was all so fucking far away.   He'd been there through everything in her life. From the moment she'd landed on British soil, got to Hogwarts. They'd gone through so much, he'd helped her so much. Without him, the barn wouldn't have been a reality.    Without him, she didn't know.
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