Matthew Selwyn (lost_cause) wrote in bloodburn, @ 2011-04-27 19:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: aberforth dumbledore, character: matthew selwyn, character: terrell o'connors, location: dover - the prince albert |
Who: Terrell O'Connors, Aberforth Dumbledore, and Matthew Selwyn
What: Would sir enjoy a bit of torture and memory loss with his meal?
When: 23rd April, 1982 (SLIGHTLY BACKDATED!)
Where: The Prince Albert, in Dover
Rating: Let's say... R, just in case Abe has to CUT A BITCH! XD
Matthew was... slightly peeved, to put it mildly. In his haste to leave the house, he had forgotten his valise, and had to go back for it -- and though the trip took only a few short minutes, thanks to his Apparation licence, he had missed the Portkey set up for him! He was forced to send an owl to the Ministry, in order to obtain another international Portkey, but that would certainly take a while to set up, once his owl finally reached the Ministry, from Dover! He only wished there was a public Floo port somewhere in Dover, as well, that he might not have to wait on the ruddy bird to reach the Ministry!
Dover did, at least, have a few pubs, and he decided he could wait out the bird's flight in one of them. The Prince Albert certainly seemed clean enough, he supposed, and quiet enough, as well, given the lack of... automobiles in its parking lot. But as he entered the pub, he found to his misfortune that the pub was not at all quiet! Still, though, he reasoned, no pub was really going to be quiet of a Friday evening! And he was already there, so he looked about for whomever was in charge of this operation.
He saw first a young woman, hustling about the dining area, and approached her slowly-- but not so slowly that he had to double back to catch her, naturellement! He smiled vaguely at her, even as his mind began whirring over where he had seen this face before! Certainly not here, in Dover; though he often made trips to France and elsewhere via Dover, he had never stopped in this pub before! No, he knew her from... somewhere else -- but dammit, where? His smile faltered slightly at this last uncouthly vulgar thought in his head, but he made an effort to reinforce it, and asked her in his low, hoarse voice, "Mam'selle, could I possibly hire a room for a quick nap whilst I wait for my-- port-of-call to come in? And perhaps a meal, as well?"