the one where anthony and terrence smoke pot Who: Anthony. Terrence. What: Smoking pot and scheming. When: Friday evening Where: Tits and Ass Flat of Awesome Status: Incomplete Warning: R. Drugs and Cursing.
Anthony was smart. He got it from his daddy, because the man had been too, even if he had been sorted into Slytherin. Anthony had the best of both worlds, really. Slytherin father, Ravenclaw mother. No wonder he was such a brilliant deviant.
His father had put quite a bit of the family funds into Gringott's underneath a false name. Since it hadn't been opened since...well, his death, Anthony knew that there should be some money for him in there. Taking Pansy's advice to heart, he had raided Terrence's flat for what he hoped would be polyjuice. The bloke was wanting to be a bounty hunter, right? In Anthony's mind, that was an essential ingredient. With a little luck and a lot of poking around, he had found a vial. And a bag of T's hair. Out of sheer laziness, he had decided to morph himself into Terrence. It was just as disgustingly horrible as it seemed.
Only a few of his contacts remained in London, and with his new reputation as being extremely wanted, he wasn't exactly sure he could trust them. A lot had changed in a year and a half. People changed loyalties. However, one person he knew wouldn't change--his mother's best friend, and keeper of the key to his family's vault. Eo Davies had been difficult to track, but thanks to her family ties, not impossible. Although it had taken some convincing on his part, Eo had given up the key and a few of her homemade brownies. Aw, shucks.
Gringott's was a breeze, as no one seemed to care why a bounty hunter had the keys to a random vault. Awesome. In the end it had all been there--his family's life savings. Instead of getting weepy, Anthony took enough to use for the time being and got out of there as quickly as possible. Why waste time crying when he could do something more entertaining?
When Anthony returned to the flat, he was still in Terrence's likeness, although the own shagginess of his darker hair was beginning to fall around his ears. Whatever. If the boy had a problem with it, he wouldn't soon. Anthony had bought them a lot of alcohol, and other surprises.
Marijuana and rolling papers. Why would anyone complain to him, now?