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Brian Avery (blows_things_up) wrote in beyondthepages,
@ 2010-03-21 21:22:00

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!complete, 2023 08, brian avery, walden macnair

RP: Oblivious
Characters: Avery, Macnair
Time/Date: Evening, August 21, 2023
Location: Three Broomsticks, Hogsmeade
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Avery is oblivious to most of the goings on
Status: Complete

Like most of the non-Ministry involved wizarding world, Avery was oblivious to the phenomenon of the returning deceased, and the upcoming tournament to be held at the school. Most of his time was spent in his cottage save for the rare occasions when he ventured into Muggle London to wreak a bit of havoc. Nothing like the old days, of course, but these days he didn't have an alpha to follow.

His own mind could only recycle old plots, and those were tired. He wanted something new. Something big. Something that someone else orchestrated that involved more than petty crimes on the wrong side of things.

He knew there were a few Death Eaters still around, but none that he kept in regular contact with. Too much trouble, and too dangerous to maintain obvious lines of communication. So he did what he did, bumbling around from day to day, seeking what entertainment he could but mostly just living out his days in a bored, quiet monotony.

Wandering into the Broomsticks, he looked around before he found a relatively crowded corner. He liked to listen to the gossip - every once in a while he caught wind of something interesting. He could never figure out anything to do with the news he overheard, but it made him feel more in the loop.

After ordering himself a drink with a request to keep them coming, Avery made his way to a seat to listen to what he could hear.

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judge_jury_and
2010-03-24 03:06 am UTC (link)

Walden wasn't sure what was happening. He'd found himself on Hogswarts' grounds, wand in hand, and he was certain that wasn't where he had been just moments before. He'd been on his way to a job to execute some cockatrice. He was disappointed not to get the opportunity and confused as hell.

Not especially eager to be found wandering around near Hogwarts, he instead made his way towards the village in search of answers. What he discovered was that some things looked quite different. There were a few shops that didn't belong there, but finding a discarded copy of the daily profit cleared up at least some of his confusion, though it added as much as it explained.

He needed money, he decided, figuring that was easier to focus on than how in the fuck he'd arrived here. He could rob someone, but first he thought he'd try his vault. While he still had his key, he'd been more than a bit worried that it might have been emptied out or some such thing by now, but no, amazingly, it had worked.

Next, he needed a drink, which brought him to the Three Broomsticks. Strolling up to the bar, he ordered a firewhiskey and something to eat, whatever they had that was warm, and sat down to wait. Eventually he would wake up or the bizarre spell that had sent him forward in time would wear off.

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blows_things_up
2010-03-24 03:15 am UTC (link)

Avery had the strangest sense of deja-vu. He couldn't help but stare at the younger wizard who'd strolled in - if he wasn't mistaken, the man was a very, very young Macnair.

Which was impossible, of course, because Macnair had been one of the many who'd fallen in the war.

Glancing suspiciously to his drink, Avery quirked a brow. Normally he wasn't so bold as to strike up conversations with people, but he was just too curious about this. He knew Macnair had never sired any children - none he'd claimed, anyway. It was possible this was ... an offspring of his that bore an uncanny resemblance, which was logical. Likely.

Because the only other option was that it was Macnair, and that was fucking impossible.

Drink in hand, Avery made his way over to where the younger wizard, who if he hadn't died would have been the slightly older wizard, and set his drink on the bar. "Evening," he offered in greeting, studying the man from this closer vantage point.

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judge_jury_and
2010-03-24 03:25 am UTC (link)

Sometimes Walden could be charming. Sometimes he liked chatting up beautiful women. Sometimes he had to put on an act for folks in the Ministry. However, old men in bars were definitely not on his list of people he needed to impressed.

"Impressive," he drawled, giving the man a sidelong glance, one brow arching, "Can you parrot the days of the week too or only the time of day?" He asked, his tone full of subtle mockery. He was feeling a little too out of sorts to be downright cruel.

Briefly, he took a closer look at the man, having a strange feeling, but he shook it off. This entire situation was strange, so it wasn't completely surprising. Lifting the glass to his lips, he took a pull of his whiskey, rolling his eyes to himself as he set it back down on the bar.

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blows_things_up
2010-03-24 03:30 am UTC (link)

Snorting in something like amusement, and realizing just how much the wizard reminded him of Macnair at that age, he shook his head slightly. "Days of the week, too," he offered with a slight grin.

"It's odd, but you look just like a bloke I used to run with," he began. "Back before the war and the great fall," he added, his voice pitched low to keep it between the two of them. No sense in alerting half the bar to what was going on over here. "Impossible, of course, since he died during the final battle, but you do look and sound a lot like him."

Avery wondered if he'd be at all recognizable. The quarter-century since the war had added some wrinkles and lines and a bit of a stoop to his shoulders, but he thought otherwise he was the same old familiar Avery.

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judge_jury_and
2010-03-24 03:55 am UTC (link)

Something about the amused noise the other man made him look again and he studied the older man intently, furrowing his brow as he listened to him speak. There were similarities and he searched the face, trying to imagine what it would look like many, many, many years younger.

The final battle. He wasn't at all sure what to make of that and he shook his head slowly, rubbing a hand across his jaw. If ... if this was all true, he wondered what he'd been up to for the past ... however many years it had been.

"My name's Walden. Does that ring any bells?" He offered finally, having a guess or two about the man's identity, but he hated guessing. While he wasn't sure how wise it was to go around dropping his name, it was only his given name and surely there had to be more than one Walden running around.

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blows_things_up
2010-03-24 04:00 am UTC (link)

If it looked like a duck, and quacked like a duck, but was supposedly a dead duck ... there was some fucked up dark magic going on. Avery's smile faded slightly; while the man had reminded him of Walden, there was no way he could be Macnair.

"Macnair?" he inquired all the same. Avery was not a bright man by any means, and he was having a lot of trouble coming up with any sort of answer to this.

The obvious answer, impossible though it was, was that somehow Walden Macnair had died and come back. Or ... not died and stumbled across a fountain of youth.

He closed his eyes, and shook his head. "Avery," he offered by way of (re?)-introduction.

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judge_jury_and
2010-03-24 07:16 pm UTC (link)

He dipped his chin in a curt nod, his own mind working to make sense of this. While he liked to think he was smarter than Avery in most cases, he certainly wasn't a genius himself and wasn't able to come up with anything that could explain what was happening. Not anything possible, at least.

Once Avery dropped his name, he studied his old (pun not intended) friend, searching for the young man he remembered. He was sort of in there, but this was so bizarre that he was having difficulty wrapping his mind around it.

"I don't know what the bloody fuck is going on," he began in a hushed voice, "I was on my way to a job and then... I was at Hogwarts. I died?"

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blows_things_up
2010-03-24 07:46 pm UTC (link)

Avery shook his head as he tried to wrap his head around that as well. "Someone in the Department of Mysteries screwing around with time magic?" It was as good a guess as any, right?

"You did die. In '98. Battle of Hogwarts." Along with a good portion of the rest of them.

Avery tried to think of who they could go to with this. Rodolphus? Lucius? There weren't a lot of other options, but there was no rush.

They could just see where this went. "How ... old are you, now?" He inquired.

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judge_jury_and
2010-03-25 01:17 am UTC (link)

Macnair shook his head, but supposed that could have been it. He was sort of fascinated, looking at Avery and wondering what he looked like when he had died. In '98.

He had a lot of questions, but didn't think all of them were appropriate for the Broomsticks. "I'm 25," he replied. He'd watched the fall of Voldemort when he went after that Potter kid and managed to avoid Azkaban. He actually liked his Ministry job and wondered if there was any way he could manage something like that if he was going to be stuck here.

"I'd like to hear more about it, but maybe somewhere quieter?" He offered with an arch of his brow.

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blows_things_up
2010-03-25 01:51 am UTC (link)

Twenty-five. Wow. Avery shook his head slightly, marveling over this mystery. It wasn't like Macnair had come back from the dead, because then wouldn't he have been the age he'd died? Wasn't that how it worked? He nearly laughed at his thoughts - how it worked. Like returning from the dead was a common phenomenon.

"Yeah," he agreed. "We can go up to my place. Not far from here." He still couldn't wrap his mind around this, and it was kind of funny, really.

Setting some coins on the bar to cover his drinks, he nodded toward the door before easing off the seat. He supposed if nothing else, Macnair could crash at his place for a bit while Avery tried to catch him up on the changes that had befallen the world since the war had ended.

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