Afton Penn Macnair (ambitiousafton) wrote in ageofdarkness, @ 2010-07-15 17:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | afton macnair, blaise zabini, lucius malfoy, regulus black, tamara montague, theodore nott |
rp: a muggle hunt
Who: Afton & Guests. ADD YOUR TAGS
What: Dinner & a muggle hunt
When: Thursday evening
Where: The Macnair household
Warnings: I'll add them on as they happen. Right now, mention of noncon.
Status: Incomplete
The Macnair residence was a large attached townhome in a lovely and old part of London. It was not their only residence-- for they kept an equally expansive townhome in Edinburgh that Afton's Great Aunt Payton current occupied with her spinster daughter, Aunt Roberta, though of course that estate, like this one, belonged to the boys of the family-- Afton's father and Afton's uncle, who ran a breeding camp.
The estate was kept in some modicum of cleanliness by Greta, their plump, blond, German servant. House elves prepared the meals, though, as Greta could not be relied upon to cook without eating all the food herself. The elves were busy this evening in the kitchen and in the dining room, where they had set a table for easily twenty. Twenty people had not RSVPd to the invitation, but Afton's mum had declared that she should expect more people to come than had RSVPd, so there would be place for all.
Afton was decidedly nervous. He had had some rather... unusual RSVPs. Namely, from an Outsider rebel blood traitor, Sirius Black. But, if Black came to hunt muggles, then Afton was pleased to share his table. Perhaps all blood traitors could learn the errors of their ways and rejoin their kin. Afton was merely hoping that the MLE would not endeavor to arrest one of his dinner guests.
Of course, some people were coming just for the dinner. If Black was one of these, then Afton was highly suspicious of the blood traitor's purposes. Conversely, Terrence had RSVPd solely for the hunt. That was something Afton could easily understand. Small talk over dinner was difficult with such great entertainment looming on the horizon. Even know his pulse quickened at the mere idea of the hunt. He'd had Greta once this afternoon to take the edge off of his nervous energy, but it hadn't seemed to help much.
For now, he must be content to boss around the house elves and make small talk while he awaited his real purpose-- that of the hunt. Agitated, he waited for his guests to arrive.