In Character

Who: Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter (NPC), Nancy Plink (also NPC)
What: Ginny and Harry stake out the safehouse where McGonagall is held
Where: The lovely town of Chipping Clodbury
When: Backdated to Thursday the 15th of September 2005
Rating: Low
Status: More or less complete

( The idea of staking out the safehouse Ron had found the address for at work had seemed like a good thing at first. Until Ron got called into work and she’d been left with Harry. )

( Day three of the four days of cake. )

Who: Pansy Thorndike and Bastian Dunstan
When: Monday, 19 September
What: Discussing the future of education
Where: Thorndike Farmhouse in Sudbury
Status: In-progress thread

Most of the children had been picked up already but those who were still there were playing in the yard while she and Bastian sat at the table in the garden, keeping an eye on them and sipping tea. Pansy still hadn't made up her mind about being a surrogate for Luag and Nate, but in true Slytherin fashion, she was trying to find a way to have it all. Children might have mellowed her out, but she did still like to have her way sometimes. (Though it was so rare). She was hoping that in this possible future, what she wanted, and what would be best for the girls, would work out to be the same.

"I can't tell you how much of a help it's been, having you around to help with the school," Pansy said as she took one of the biscuits that Flopsy had made and dipping it in her tea.

Who: Marcus & Isaac
When: evening, 19 September
Where: Flint Manor, the exercise room in particular
What: Marcus is working out. Isaac wants to re-discuss things. Can this go well?
Rating: Er. High?
Status: threading

Work had been yet another day of irritations and frustrations, which is all it seemed to be lately. He couldn't leave the position, not without going against the wishes of others, and at the same time, Marcus chafed against the restraints he'd been placed under. His skin itched. Again. He'd spent most of the day riding a desk, researching shite for others, and finally getting time in an interrogation room where Cap had expected him to pretend to be the good bloke. Shite wasn't even making sense anymore.

After dinner, he'd tried to spend time with Isolde in the solarium, but after a bit he'd excused himself to go down to the workout room. He left his shoes and shirt off to one side, changing into comfortable trackies before taking out his irritations on the punching bag. The world narrowed down to the feel of muscles under his skin, the thud of his hand into the heavy bag, the bruises that would be left and healed quickly. It focused him, working out like this, and he could let everything else go, at least for a time.