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: Nephthys Spinks & Morag MacDougal
What: Errands, goats and confessionals
Where: St. Mungo's, London, and a Lithuanian-speaking muggle Catholic Church (Saint Casmir)
When: Early afternoon, Saturday 8th March
Rating: PG-13 for dirty thoughts
Status: Open;Incomplete

Jameson said the department desperately need more potions, particularly a sleep potion they could only get from St. Mungo's. There was an agreement between the Ministry and the hospital that the Department of Mysteries could request unrestricted amounts of certain potions. It was too bad little near mute Neph was the one left trying to explain that to the person behind the counter in the potions pick up. It had taken their supervisor just to get everything straightened out.

She left feeling awkward and ruffled, shifting uncomfortably in her skin. The daft one who couldn't get the idea through his head that such an agreement was on file with the hospital had been leering. Leering people always made her hope the ground would open and swallow her whole. Unfortunately it just never managed to do that. Out in the air, even if it was on the cold side, she relaxed a little. It was counter-intuitive, honestly. Out here there were more people and chances were some of them would leer as well, but at least she didn't have to talk to them. She didn't need them to take her seriously or stop staring at her chest.

Nephthys tugged on the bottom of her underbust corset as if to move it further down so it couldn't push her cleavage up quite so high but she did a good job lacing it and it wasn't budging at all. Somehow she didn't notice the faint sounds of chaos as she picked a direction to walk in randomly.

Who: Neville Longbottom & Nephthys Spinks
What: Lunch and company
Where: Caffè Puccini (a muggle cafe a block from the Ministry)
When: Monday afternoon, about 1pm 4th March
Rating: PG at most
Status: Closed; Incomplete

Nephthys was a creature of habit where work was concerned. She showed up at work at the same time every morning. She took her lunch at the same time every afternoon. She went to the same cafe, sat in the same window booth with a book and returned to work at the same time every day. Every evening she left work at the same time. A lot of people would have pointed out how incredibly boring that was, but for someone as shy as Nephthys was habit was comfortable, familiar and it didn't make her jumpy at the thought of it like new things, places and people did. She could have even been called high strung because of her reactions to new experiences on more than one occasion. Mostly she found someone or something to hide behind.

She liked Puccini, though. The people were nice and they knew her. They didn't bother her or creep her out. It was a calm place to be which was sometimes more necessary than usual considering the Department of Mysteries wasn't the most normal of places to work all the time. Neph's inner music nerd also had a deep love of the place just because it was named for the Italian composer. When she was in Italy her uncle had taken her to see Madama Butterfly and La bohème both. Little fifteen year old Nephthys had fallen in love with the man's operas then and when she'd first seen Caffè Puccini she couldn't stop herself from going insane.

Just like every other day Nephthys sat in her booth by the window, eyes alternating between a muggle fiction novel about Faerie and the Sidhe and the outside world where people wandered past going about their lives. Watching people was always interesting because of the things people didn't realise they did. The way they would look in every window to see their reflection or continually finger the third button of their coat or constantly tuck their hair behind an ear even though it never fell from it. People were always most interesting when they forgot anyone was looking, Nephthys included.

WHO: Nora Branstone, Nephthys Spinks & OPEN
WHAT: Tea with hookers (to be edited when someone tags in, and you all know you want to)
WHERE: Shipp's Tearooms, Park Street, London
WHEN: Saturday, February 9, afternoon
RATING: R-ish for potential discussion of sex and who knows what.
STATUS: OPEN; Incomplete

"Sooo, Candida-"

"Candy." The woman- or was she supposed to be a girl- across from her snapped her gum, then blew a gum bubble so large that Nora couldn't see her eyes. Tilting her head, she speculated about what would happen to Candy's wall of bangs were she to pop it.

"So, Candy," Nora picked up her cup of tea, ignoring the stares of the old couple in the corner. The man had been watching Candy's legs from about an hour. While she had to admit that the girl's constant crossing and uncrossing of flesh was distracting, it was also a bit irritating to hear the occasional thunk of the man's wife shoving him with her cane. "I thought really that I'd call you up and ask you to tea for a question."

"Oh, bugger, I knew you was one of those."

"One of what?" She leaned forward, brown eyes lively with curiosity.

"You're one of those what's going to ask me about what it's like-" A choke, then Candy swallowed the gum with her extraordinarily large mouth. She was wearing orange lipstick. Nora hadn't known they made orange. She made a note to buy some. "About sucking cock and taking it up the bloody ass and what do men want and how does it feel to get bloody spanked all the time- well, that bit's not a picnic, I tell you but the rest- and then you're going to try and sell me Jaysus."

"Jay- oh. Right." Her brows knitted in confusion as she picked up her teacup. "No, actually, that's not it." Nora pointed to the bump of a stomach that was currently jiggling the table. "I'm having a baby."

"Did I fuck the father?"

"No- well, maybe- I won't be surprised but that's not the point." Another sip of tea. "See, I've got to come up with a middle name. And I haven't really got any female friends- or friends at all, really- and it struck me that you'd likely know a ton of names. I mean, I'm sure your clients call you all sorts of things. So I thought that I'd ask you for a name."

"A name?" The woman seemed flabbergasted. "Me? Oh, bollocks, that's..." To Nora's great surprise, Candy burst into tears. A black flood began to rush from around her eyes at such a rate that the smaller woman was surprised. Stumbling up, Nora's head craned around the room.

"Has anyone got a handkerchief?" She called out. Then, after a desperate pause- "Napkin? Loo roll?"