Veritas RPG: A Post-Hogwarts RPG

( Owl to Sally Anne Warrington )

Who: Hannah Abbott and Open
Where: The Leaky Cauldron
When: Dinner time.
What: Hannah gets some food after finishing an afternoon of shopping.

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Who Christopher, Sally-Anne, Adrian
Where In your face
When Holy backdated Batman. @2am
What The return of Sally-Anne, badassery, and more.

Christopher looked like an alley-way drug dealer. Nobody had told him as such, but he suspected it nevertheless, having already two twitchy blokes come up to him and ask if he was carrying. Although they could not really be blamed; Christopher, at this point, was not presented at his best since he got no sleep last night and spent the entire morning pacing around his flat. Actually, he slept very little since Sally-Anne's kidnapping, for obvious reasons, but also because, as Christopher discovered, sleep just came easier with the comforting body heat of other than his in the bed. But mostly, Christopher had been a cranky bastard for the past days, knowing that there was somebody out there with a superiority complex going out of his or her way to make life harder for him.

The night was slightly warm. The street was quiet, there were not that many residents in his area, mostly abandoned, run-down looking buildings that are in dire need of a good fixing. Christopher leaned against one of the walls, and watched as nothing went by.

Who: Sally Anne, Hermione, Mafalda and Adrian (ORGY FUN)
Where: A bit down the street from St. Mungos, I should think
When: Like 8am-ish
What: Sally Anne is now getting kidnapped

Sally Anne left their modest but clean home with her husband. She mentioned meeting an old friend from Hogwarts for a bit of window-shopping. In reality she was to meet Hermione Granger for a visit to St. Mungos. Like many other witches, Sally Anne was losing her magic and she was afraid to Floo by herself. But Merlin forbid Chris found out (not that he would hurt her, but wasn't it better to be safe than sorry about these sort of delicate matters?), or worse yet, his dreadful family.

She bid him farewell just inside the Ministry and then returned to the busy street outside, intent on a fairly long and laborious trek to St. Mungos. Not really certain if she could floo or portkey by herself, she resigned herself to Muggle transportation, and began walking.

She felt strange and vulnerable without her magic, although she was still carried her wand. It was like walking naked for all the world to see. She hurried her pace a bit near the less-crowded areas. She had her own suspicions about Hannah's kidnapping but was fairly certain her connection to the Warringtons would keep her safe. Unless someone had found out about Plan Equal.

A figure just in front of her seemed vaugly familiar. "Hermione?" she called out tentatively.

In a beautiful hall filled with wooden tables covered in butter yellow tablecloths and settings, the 26th Charity Luncheon and Auction held by the Foundation of Squib Integration began as it always did. A quick speech was made by the president of the foundation: Mollie MacFerson, a pureblood who had two squib siblings, and a plentiful array of finger foods and sandwiches were available admidst vibrant yellow and purple decorative flowers.

An expensive bottle of champagne was handed to each guest as a complimentary donation by Johnson Flightweather, a squib who had made his money in the muggle world as a car dealership owner. In fact, the free champagne never stopped coming during the entire event.

Following the lunch came rounds and rounds of auctioning, the lots ranging from strange muggle items to expensive artwork and wines. In between all of this, of course, was plenty of time to explore the grounds, talk to the Foundation members, and as one couple did: snog. (Honestly, people, this isn't Hogwarts!)

As day turned to evening the event was capped off with a speech by Johnson Flightweather.

"I would just like to thank everyone for coming and spending some of their money on this auction. Many wonder what our foundation does, and although attitudes have changed greatly, any squib wishing to remain in wizarding society find themselves without jobs or any support at all. The money you have so selflessly provided today (which by the way, I'm told is 5% more than last year, perhaps due to the champagne?) will go to helping support those individuals in the ventures they may attempt. I myself was forced into muggle society to make a living, but hopefully, with what everyone has learned today, squibs will not be so unlucky from here on in. Cheers!"

( Earlier that morning )