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: Seamus and Zacharias
Where: Zach's place and then "out on the town" (ie, a pub or something)
When: Thursday night
What: Seamus wants to get rid of Zacharias' inhibitions. Out of the goodness of his heart, and all.
Rating: PG-13 for swearing, most likely
Status: Thread/Incomplete

Zacharias spent the first three of his eight minutes in front of his open wardrobe staring at his clothes, wondering what the hell he was doing agreeing to go out drinking with Seamus. Seamus. The man flustered him through a journal, how much worse was it going to be actually physically being in his presence, under the influence of alcohol? The whole idea was madness.

He couldn't back out now though, so with five minutes left his brain suddenly comprehended that he was running out of time and he grabbed the first decent, non-clashing outfit he could find, black jeans and a red button-down shirt that, on second thoughts, was really too formal-preppy for pub crawling or whatever the fuck they were going to do, and didn't he have some t-shirts around here or something? Plain white t-shirt. Impossible to find fault in. And he was putting far too much thought into this. He sighed, raking his hands through his hair and going into the en suite to check his reflection. His eyes drifted to the medicine cabinet as he contemplated whether it might not be a good idea to take an energy booster or something, but he supposed really he was keyed up enough that nervous adrenaline, alcohol and whatever was in those things probably wouldn't be a good combination.

Grabbing his jacket, he headed back downstairs with thirty seconds to spare.

Who: Zacharias Smith & Harry Potter
What: Wards prove to be too difficult and temperamental for a group of Unspeakables, and Zacharias is sent to help break them.
Where: Wauchope Forest, England
When: Friday, 22nd February, afternoon
Rating: PG-13ish for language.
Status: Open; incomplete

A hand over his eyes, Harry's head tilted back and he glanced upwards at the sky and the sun that sat there, blazing yellow. Sweat beaded on his forehead and for a moment he wished it was from the heat rather than the effort that had been expended in the last hour or so.

"Oi, Potter, stop standing about like a complete eejit."

Harry's nose scrunched slightly and he sighed, blowing air across his forehead in an attempt to cool himself off. "I'm coming," he muttered and turned, wand in hand already. Jack Rankin was standing a short way off, staring at the wall of trees in front of them, gazing intently at him and the closer Harry got to the other man the more he realised just how annoyed Rankin was; a muscle was twitching in his jaw, his arms were tight around his shoulders and every now and again his hand flexed as if he was stopping himself from hitting something.

"I owled someone about a ward caster about half an hour ago with co-ordinates," he supplied.

Rankin nodded sharply. "Right. Good." He kicked a stone at the wall of trees and for a moment it looked like it'd go through before, appearing to have simply hit thin air, it turned back on them and hit Rankin's face. He scowled and swore, lifting the stone and throwing it hard at the barrier of wards there. Once more it turned back on them, once more it hit Rankin full in the face despite the fact the other man ducked.

"I don't think the wards like you," Harry said, a hand over his mouth as he tried not to laugh too much.

A rock was flung at him and hit his elbow. "Fuck off."