Dark Dissension

Invitations for the following (plus 1 guest)

Ms Hannah Abbott
Mr Jude Alderton
Mr Laetus Chambers
Ms Seren Fawcett
Mr Justin Finch-Fletchley
Mr Seamus Finnigan
Ms Daphne Greengrass
Ms Ainsley Innis
Mr Neville Longbottom
Ms Morag MacDougal
Mr Harry Potter
Ms Demelza Robins
Mr Zacharias Smith
Ms Nephthys Spinks
Mr Dean Thomas

( Invitations by express owl post )

Who: Hannah Abbott and Leto Chambers
What: Hannah escapes her overprotective best friend for something that is NOT a booty call.
Where: His flat
When: Night. Sunday, 10 March
Rating: Um, open?
Status: Closed;Incomplete

Now she was in a sour mood. She was trying not to be, trying desperately to go back to being relieved and happy and excited like she had felt a few hours ago, but Justin had stomped all over that. Yes, she made mistakes, and alright - maybe she had the worst track record when it came to relationships, but they weren't his business and he had no right to interfere. This was different, she felt sure of that. Leto wasn't like the others - he was respectful, and chivalrous. Maybe he was also a Death Eater who until recently wouldn't admit that she was worth anything, but she was sure that he was still good despite that.

And that's why, she left the house despite her best friend's warnings.

It wasn't long before she was in Diagon, one of the few times she apparated there. It didn't take long to find his apartment, and Hannah took a moment to collect herself before knocking on the door. She didn't want to take her anger out on Leto, because he didn't deserve to be slapped this time around.

Who: Hannah Abbott & Laetus Chambers
What: A date meeting at Hannah's flat
When: Friday, March 7, evening
Rating: TBD
Status: Open; incomplete


He leaned against the doorway as he knocked, a small box in his hand. Leto had deliberately not brought flowers - her comment had distracted him and he was still turning it over in his mind as he waited for her to answer, wondering what he was doing on her doorstep when she was so far beneath him. Thoughts wandering again, he asked himself what her parentage was exactly, then quickly backed away from the idea of that, taking a full step backwards.

As Hannah opened the door, he pressed the box into her fingers with a grin, then added, "It isn't flowers."

Who: Hannah Abbott and Leto Chambers
What: Hannah’s far too curious for her own good, and wants to know more about Leto’s beliefs.
Where: Florean Fortescue's, Diagon Alley
When: 8:45pm, Monday night
Rating: PG/PG-13
Status: Closed; Incomplete

Perhaps she did come off as naïve – it wasn’t the first time she had been accused of that, and Hannah would bet money that it wasn’t going to be the last. It really wasn’t that she was naïve though, because naivety implied stupidity – or at least immaturity, and she was neither stupid nor immature. What she was, and what got her in trouble time and time again, was curious. Leto made her very curious, and the fact that he was a Death Eater was only part of that. It was more his intelligence that caught her attention, because it was obvious that he was extremely smart.

She had met Death Eaters, of course, and plenty more who believed what Voldemort preached, but she had never spoken to them about their beliefs. It wasn’t that she was afraid to ask, because Hannah rarely saw boundaries on appropriate questions, it was that she didn’t think they’d have a good answer for her. The war was full of idiots from what she saw – well, not idiots, but people who didn’t know what they were fighting for. Most of them at least. It seemed like everyone thought that there were only two choices: destroy the muggles, or protect them... and war was never that simple.

Some people might think she was crazy for not hating him, simply because his beliefs had torn her family and everything she knew apart, but she didn’t. After all, he could just as easily hate her for being more in favor of the people who had killed his parents – and in the end, it would do neither of them any good. No one was going to come back from the dead, and no one would benefit from vengeance. And people would definitely think she was insane for asking to meet him, but she saw no threat - she doubted a return to Azkaban was something he wanted.

She waited for him inside the ice cream shop – easy to find, since there were no other customers (ice cream wasn’t a popular dessert in the middle of February), idly playing with a dish of glittering sprinkles that had been left on the table. She looked completely relaxed, which she was, and completely vulnerable, which she wasn’t: Hannah had no reason to be afraid as long as she stayed inside the shop. She was safe under the strong net of her own protective charms that covered every last millimeter and made the small hairs on the back of her neck and arms stand slightly on end.