dedgulung "vexed italicizing trouble magnet" black (regulus) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-02-14 17:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-02] february, ! npc, regulus black |
RP Thread: Regulus & Post Office Owner
who → Regulus Black & David Nettles (NPC'd by Geoff).
what → Regulus attempts to convince the Owl Post Office in Diagon Alley to stop serving Mudbloods. It unfortunately does not go very well for him.
when → 14 February 1979.
where → Diagon Post Office.
warnings → Low.
status → Unfinished thread.
Valentine's Day was a wretched enough holiday on its own. Regulus was certainly not complaining about a mission -- he was proud to be serving the Dark Lord, and he probably ought to have tried before Valentine's Day; either way, he wasn't certain if it would make any difference, and he did not dare wait any longer. He did not want to seem as if he was avoiding the task, even if he wasn't certain quite how to breach the subject subtly...and if the week passed without the job done...well, he preferred not to think of it.
When he walked inside the post office, there were a fair deal of people sending off Valentines -- people who Regulus supposed did not have owls of their own, though there were only so many sorts who fell into that category. He crinkled his nose.
He had made certain the glamour charms disguised him sufficiently, and yet the tingling of nervousness lingered still. Though he walked with the same quiet confidence, the same chin-raised sort of gait, no amount of pondering had managed to prepare him, and he hoped the owner would just agree with him and be done with it. He was Regulus Black; he didn't just fail at things.
It had happened a few times...sort of like how the attack on Hogsmeade had not gone quite according to plan, but that was not the point.
Pushing through the crowds and forcing the distasteful look from his face (after all, rubbing elbows with those of questionable lineage, it was an unfortunate thing), he found the man who looked to be in charge. There was an intimidating look about him, and the way no one knew or cared who Regulus was shook him a little bit. Though...he supposed, technically he was not Regulus Black at the moment, but that was not quite comforting.
He gripped around in his mind for something to strike up conversation; it was a post office, and he did not know what else to do but talk about post-related things. He could not pretend to want to buy something, and he had nothing to deliver, and this man, he did not exactly look like a pushover. Lovely. Lovely. But Regulus could do this; he was determined, and determination was the important thing, right? Go for it, and you will succeed.
"Busy day, isn't it?" Regulus said; his attempts at disguising his voice were fairly subtle, more to make himself sound less more like a normal person, rather than his typically (and sometimes excessively) proper manner of speaking. He had spent time actually listening to the average person in Diagon Alley, and supposed that would be his best bet in disguise, rather than attempting something extreme when he did not know if he could do so believably.