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[Oct. 4th, 2011|09:05 pm] |
Who: The Derricks
When: Dinner time
Where: The Derrick residence (Charlie and Teo's)
What: A family dinner
Everything had to be perfect! Teodora knew that Peregrine had developed actual cooking skills, and if she had been truthful with herself, it would have only been a matter of time even with servants or House Elves considering his work in Potions. Teo could have been great in Potions as well, if Professor Snape hadn't been so frightening and she secretly thought that she could set him up with Madam Pomfrey when she was younger. Madam Pomfrey assured her that it was an adorably sweet idea, but not something that would be happening. She also had a secret fear that her Head of House and told the Potions Master about it and that only heightened her fear.
She made sure everything was set out, candles, silverware, the finest flatware since they rarely had family get togethers these days and as much as she missed Henry and Mum, well they just wouldn't be coming back to her so easily. The extra place she'd been told to set was strange and she just expected that her father was bringing a woman. His philandering ways were terrible, but part of Teo did support his happiness at least. She lingered in the kitchen, wishing they had House Elves and wands back. No one needed to know she'd gotten tips and was warming up soup that someone else entirely had made.
She was more than happy to do this, not that she didn't see everyone regularly in town and Isadora all the time at the daycare, but who knew what was coming with all these mysterious deaths? She refused to think anything badly about her oldest brother and was determined to keep it from being talking about. The doorbell shook her out of her thoughts and she hurried to get it. Charlie would be down soon since they'd arrived, she hoped at least. |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2011|10:54 pm] |
Who: Jack and Harold
When: Early afternoon
Where: The street outside of the bakery
What: A bit of a fender bender
Jack had cold. Or allergies, it didn't matter, he just knew he felt like shite and that was what was important. His frustration had sucked out a great deal of the immediate paranoia he had and left him grumpy and whiny. To be fair, that was only so different from every-day Jack. It hadn't helped that he hadn't been able to get any kind of wand, so he decided the best path was to concentrate on a different aspect of himself: the ever irritating stuffed up nose that was the bane of his existence. He certainly wasn't sick, Jack never got sick, never ever.
He was a big boy though and he didn't care about curfews and whatever. He just liked to do his shopping earlier in the day. Preferably with Andy or Bronwyn or one of his many many other friends he absolutely had that were just busy. His car was loaded up and he was heading down the street when he realized he needed to stop and pick up something at the bakery. Bread, obviously, and maybe some biscuits or muffins just since he was there. Jack was Muggleborn, but he was honestly just a flat out terrible driver. He parked and didn't even notice that he had knocked the car in front of him as he got out and made an order. When he came back out, laden with goods, he saw his bumper pressed against the bumper in front of his and was livid.
"Who the Hell hit my car?" Oh, he was sure there'd be damage, some kind of garish scratch on his nice, pretty car. |
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[Sep. 20th, 2011|09:27 pm] |
Who:Ernie and Wayne
Where: Out on the streets of Hawkshead
When: Early Morning
What: Something that most definitely is an emergency!
Morning was just about moving when Ernie exited the only organic, free-range, gourmet restaurant in the Cumbrian area. He was proud of Su, though if he had to guess she would of rather had her first restaurant opening in some place more metropolitan. That was probably the case with any number of citizens here. Sometimes he included himself in those numbers and sometimes he didn't. His dream was too work at the Ministry and help change things but after the battle at Hogwarts and after losing so many friends he was ok with the quiet farm live sometimes.
Just then his phone buzzed, a Muggle tool that was easier to get use to then driving. "Morning Bea, you're up early." He paused on the street, the traffic was minimal and he didn't think anyone wild would be out yet. There weren't the farm life. Ernest had gotten himself involved in AMMIA, the premier social and political organizational trying to help wizards and witches get their rights back. Of course he had to pretend he was a regular muggle, and though it be deceiving he'd gladly to it to get everything back on track again. One could only hope this rough patch in their history would bring all witches and wizards closer. "Yea..."
His pace started to fasten, he needed to get home fast, out here just walking around aimlessly after dropping off a bundle of cheese wasn't going to get anything done. "No keep talking I'm getting this." It was then as he past by a narrow alley that he stopped listening. A pair of shoes caught his eye. It could of been a drunk still past out but with how chill it was last night he would think one would seek better shelter. The crisp clear English accent still rang in his ear as he moved closer. He had seen cop cars rush by earlier and he knew just like every other citizen that there were Death Eaters about. "Christ!" He dropped his cell not noticing the woman trying to call his name through the other end. Laid beaten and bloody, splotches of purple dotted his puffy face. "Wayne! Wayne fucking hell speak to me!" He dared not shake the body instead placing his wrist over his mouth. Alive. The only good thing about this situation. "Fuck. Help..HELP, SOMEBODY HELP!" |
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[Sep. 20th, 2011|07:18 pm] |
Who: Sarah and Cy Gamp
When: Evening
Where:
What: Touching bases with her superior
Sarah held little fear in the night, her true fear only lying these days within herself. She embraced what she was as she had been taught to do, but what if she was found out? Such thoughts always ticked at the back of her mind as she was out alone. The city was easy to get used to, the sounds were no true problem. A part of her still felt out of place, but she ignored it, taking it for nothing but paranoia and the country girl heart she'd had once. She was no longer some child out in the country. She was a tool for vengeance against those that had taken away her family.
She still wore the smart dress suit and heels she'd had for working the politicians that day. The proper look was the way to be noticed after all, not something she cared to admit, but a fact nonetheless. You couldn't survive off of intelligence. Besides, it was best to look sharp for these meetings. A large envelope was tucked beneath her arm as she entered the group of office to meet with her superior. |
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[Sep. 19th, 2011|09:30 am] |
Who: Olivia Jones, Various Constables, and Iain Chambers possibly?
Where: Her flat, then outside of Lisa Turpin's place
When: 6:30 AM
What: Olivia's called onto a scene
( Dance In the Dark ) |
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[Sep. 16th, 2011|11:59 pm] |
Who: Ginny, Callers, Harry, and a special guest!
When Friday afternoon
Where: The airwaves
What: Her radio show gets cut short
She'd been feeling off since she woke up that morning. They didn't do anything usual and she didn't think it was anything bad, she just didn't feel quite right. The moment they parted, she was sure she should have said something to Harry about it. Driving to the little station they had for the radio broadcast, she still couldn't put her finger on it. Her stomach just seemed strange. It couldn't be the baby, Jamie had come exactly on time and this was early. Maybe it had just been breakfast.
Even pulling on the earphones and settling in to her seat didn't seem quite right. She rested a hand on her stomach, wondering if she was being too dismissive when she almost missed her cue. She quickly recovered, perking up.
"Afternoon! Welcome to your hour of Gin. We're, uh- We're talking about what everyone's talking about these days. Death Eaters have been spotted in town. How do you feel about that? Safe? Worried? We're all practically Muggles now, so who's to say they'll even cause trouble?" She smiled. "Oh, I've heard that one, too." Her stomach tightened uncomfortably and she frowned suddenly down at it. She signaled for her producer to put on the first call regardless. The show would go on. |
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