RP: In Which the Plans of Mothers Are Spoiled WHO: Audrey Travers & William Rosier. WHERE: The Seedy, where else? WHEN: January 28, 2000 WHAT: Slytherins are slippery folks especially when mixing logic and anger and the dread phrase 'thou shalt marry'. INCOMPLETE.
William Norman Rosier was having a good day. He'd gotten a tremendously good deal on a shipment of Russian vodka just that morning. The regularly weekly deliveries had gone smoothly. And, best of all, his liscense for the Gambling Den had finally been approved so he could host games for more than just his friends and use actual money rather than chips to be redeemed in drinks or potato crisps.
Humming happily to himself, he was in the midst of flipping through a catalogue of gaming tables when the door to his office slammed open to reveal a gorgeous blonde witch with steaming coming out of her ears. Will calmly set down his catalogue and pushed back from his desk. "Something vexes thee?" he drawled, dark eyes sharp as he fingered the handle of his wand.