Death Eater Reform Project

( Invitation sent out via Owl )

Who: Charmaine Crouch & Christian Avery
What: Avery has a new 'mentor'.
When: January 20, 2000; Afternoon
Where: La Roche Noir
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

Charmain approached the Manor house that was the home of Christian Avery with a determined air. She was upset with Stan Shunpike for allowing himself to be duped so easily, but she was more upset with herself. She should have known better. That situation, though, could be remedied. She wore a sensible outfit, a black skirt which fell her her ankles, a black over robe and matching shoes with a pale gold blouse beneath the robe. Her hair, while usually was quite noticeably red, was currently blonde. Unlike most redheads she actually had a complexion which did not make blonde hair look horrid.

There was a reason for this blonde hair, and a good one at that. Anyone who walked by and saw her entering the house all they would be able to say was that a blonde woman was visiting Christian Avery instead that Charmain Crouch, the reporter, was visiting a known Death Eater. Once she was at the door she knocked and waited for the door to be answered. She knew she would be expected for she had given no notice.

"Hello, Mister Avery," she said once the door opened and the man she was seeking appeared on the other side of the door. "I am here on behalf of Stanley Shunpike."

Who: Everyone!
What: It is Kingsley's thirty-fifth birthday (tomorrow) and everyone is to celebrate!
When: January 11th; 8:00pm - 1:30am.
Where: Minister's Manor; Ballroom. (First Floor open only, no one allowed beyond.)
Rating: PG-13
Status: Incomplete

The ballroom was impressive and rather large. Looking from the outside of the Manor one would not think a room of this size would fit, but thanks to magic it did. Just off to the left was the area reserved for dining. The decorations were simple but elegant and as feminine in nature as his two over-zealous advisers could get away with. On the right side of the ballroom there were a number of overly large french doors which opened on a courtyard decked out for the winter weather and spelled so that the temperature would be comfortable to walk in without a cloak but yet would not melt the snow.

This time Kingsley had been able to doge the job of greeting guests, instead he was in the rather big ballroom. He smiled and greeted the people who came up to him, congratulating him on his birthday. He would have been much happier with a small family gathering, but he would have to wait for tomorrow night when he would have dinner with them. When he was alone once more he shifted a bit, yet again uncomfortable. The outfit was nothing more than normal, he was use to wearing suits, but the shoes. He hated new shoes. He had not been allowed to break them in properly and could already feel the blisters forming.

WHO Christian Avery, stan Shunpike
WHAT Ringing in the New Year
WHEN December 31st 1999-January 1st 2000 Backdated
WHERE Avery Manner
RATING TBD
STATUS In-complete

The house was dimly lit, the fire low in the grate, making long shadows across the floor. Christian flipped absently through the book on his lap, though his attention was elsewhere, eyes flitting towards the clock on the mantle. New Years Eve, the start of the new millennium, and he had nothing to do, no one to share it with. He'd debated sleeping through the damn thing, but that was even more depressing, and so here he was, curled up on the chaise with a book and a glass of wine, awaiting the biggest night in these last thousand years.

Who: Stan Shunpike, Christian Avery, Fenrir Greyback
What: Stan is VERY SORRY. :C
When: Shortly after the delivery of this letter
Where: The totally not burned down Avery house.
Rating: Awesome. This thread has been approved for all awesome audiences.
Status: Complete

The ointment Stan had rubbed into the owl wounds was beginning to itch. It made him wrinkle his nose and pull his face around in an attempt to relieve the urge. Which only made it worse. Instead, he tried to keep very still, lips pressed into a hopeful 'o', eyebrows raised and shoulders dropped. Like he could get the rest of himself as far away as possible from his itchy battle badges.

This lasted a whole minute before Stan realized Avery wouldn't have any idea there was anyone at his door if he was being very still. Keeping his head straight, not even allowing his gaze to waver, Stan slowly rasied his free arm to gingerly knock at the door. In the other arm, cradled against his chest, a paper bag with all he could offer. Unfortunately, Stan wasn't in the position to offer much at all. Crackers and yoghurt mostly, though we was kind enough to bring a few jars of the preserves Grandmother kept sending him. Notably, Stan's grandmothers were both dead, but the letters all simply read 'Good on rye toast' (or 'with brandy' or 'on a baked salmon' or 'when you've stubbed your toe', all of which being spot on, as far as Stan had tested), 'Grandmother'.

Someone's grandmother was a very darling lady.

( Dear Stan )

Who: Christian Avery, Stan Shunpike
What: Christian is stir crazy, Stan has a crazy idea
When: November 26, 1999
Where: Avery Manor, Cardiff
Rating: PG-13 for now
Status: Complete

( Avery was bored. )