Death Eater Reform Project

Who: EVERYONE
What: Valentine’s Day Masquerade
When: February 14, 2000; 9:00pm onward.
Where: Minister’s Manor; Rhys, Wales
Rating: Nothing more than PG-13 please.
Status: On-going/Event

The night of the Masquerade is here and it is obvious before one even enters that Kingsley’s Event Coordinator has done his job superbly. Once one gets inside to the Ballroom, with adjoining dining room for dining, you are met with neon colors amongst a dimly lit room. Music is playing and there are entertainers in the midst of all the guest performing for the delight of their audience.

( Invitation sent out via Owl )

Who: Fenrir Greyback and Pansy Parkinson
What: A random run-in of acquaintances.
When: February 5,2000; Afternoon
Where: Diagon Alley
Rating: PG
Status: Incomplete

Fenrir's face was set in a scowl as he walked down Diagon Alley. Another fruitless pursuit of a job. Since the new development in his relationship with Lavender he wanted to try harder in his search of a job, as per her request, but he was finding it difficult. Who wanted to employ a former Death Eater? No one. Then there were the stares, they did not help either.

Oh how he hated wizards and their high handed ideals. At least he did not have to push his way through the crowd, no need when they scampered out of his path of their own accord. He almost laughed as a mother hurriedly ushered her small children into a shop after seeing him coming. Like he was stupid enough to try something right now.

Who: Fenrir Greyback, Lavender Brown
What: Bedtime
When: January 27, 2000
Where: Lavender's (and Fenrir's) House
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

Teeth brushed and hair combed out, Lavender returned her, or rather, their room, bare feet padding across the cool floor, wearing a simple white shift. Fenrir was all ready in bed, laying stretched out on the right side of the bed which he had long since claimed for himself. This would have been fine with Lavender if the left side of the bed wasn't pressed against the wall. She arched an eyebrow, rolling her eyes and moving to crawl over him. "A gentleman would wait for me, Fen," she teased.

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: Lavender Brown, Fenrir Greyback
What: Post Transformations
Where: West Sussex, Brown Residence
When: Early Morning December 23rd (backdated)
Rating: TBD
Status: Complete

Sometime in the night, though she had no memory of doing so, Lavender had found herself curled up next to Fenrir, her head on his chest and her arm draped lazily over him, bare form covered with a light quilt. It was pose she offend assumed, wrapped around a pillow or a stuffed toy. She was too tired to notice they had long since turned back into their true selves. She slept soundly and deeply, and would be happy to stay as she was for the rest of the day, even if the cool air of the barn, the fire reduced to embers.

WHO Evan Rosier and Fenrir Greyback
WHAT Meeting of sorts
WHEN Friday January 7, 2000
WHERE Silver Sickle in Knockturn Alley
RATING PG13 (sexual reference?)
STATUS Complete


Evan had finally begun work this week and he was thoroughly enjoying it. Finally a reason for him to stay out of that disgusting flat -- not to mention, he actually liked working. He made up an excuse as to why he'd be returning home late tonight because he was sure Hestia wouldn't like the truth. Just going to grab a drink with another former Death Eater... Right.

Still dressed in his work dress robes, he apparated directly into Knockturn Alley. He couldn't risk being seen slipping down the dark, murky alley from Diagon. He looked around, feeling at ease already. At least he knew that most who entered here were like himself -- still of sound mind for the pursuit of Purebloods. He looked around for a brief moment, taking in his surroundings. He exhaled slowly, his hot breath billowing out into the icy night air. Knowing exactly where to go, he pulled his cloak tighter around himself then made his way to the Silver Sickle. He welcomed the warm pub air that met him at the door and quickly stepped inside. After pulling the heavy wooden door closed, he looked around the place, seeing if Greyback was already here.

( Owl to Fenrir Greyback )

Who: Lavender Brown, Fenrir Greyback
What: Transformations
Where: West Sussex, Brown Residence
When: Early Morning December 22nd (backdated)
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

Lavender took her second dose of wolfsbane before venture back upstairs, the foul taste still on her tongue as she washed it down with a glass of orange juice. She cracked her neck, giving a small sigh and knocking on Fenrir's door. She would gladly put up with a day full of aches and pains if it meant delaying a morning transformation. She couldn't imagine turning so early in the day.

"Fen? You up?" she called through the closed door, taking another sip from her glass and making a face.

Who: Fenrir Greyback, Lavender Brown
What: Discussion
Where: Fenrir's cabin
When: December 20th, early evening
Rating: PG13
Status: Complete

The full moon was coming in just two short days, and Fenrir had been avoiding her like the plague. But there was no time for that anymore, Lavender had been working her fingers to the bone to be able to afford two doses of wolfsbane, and the two had yet to discuss arrangements for their transformations. She made her way along the route Fenrir had shown her, to his cabin, where she could find him if she needed, rapping sharply on the door. She and her husband needed to have a chat.

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.

Who: Lavender Brown, Fenrir Greyback
What: Lavender is annoyed
When December 7 1999
Where: Brown Home, Chichester, West Sussex
Rating: TBD
Status: Complete


Lavender was tired; she was groggy, grumpy, and wet. The wet, was due to the fact that she was currently clad in only a towel, steam from the shower hanging about her like a curtain. She'd worked late last night, and had a shift at both the Leaky Cauldron and the Three Broomsticks today. She could had refused one of them, she'd been working too much lately, but she needed the overtime. While she had yet to discuss it with him she was fully intent on having Fenrir take Wolfsbane with her this moon, and that was a whole other dose she needed to procure.

Of course, it would be easier if someone were contributing more to the household, she thought as she stepped into the hallway, eyes narrowing the direction of her husband's open door. "I'm going to work soon," she announced, pulling in the door frame, hand holding the towel tight around her, "Do you plan to accomplish anything while I'm gone?"

Who: Fenrir Greyback & Stan Shunpike (Maybe Lavender a little later?)
What: Stan comes by for a talk.
Where: Brown Home, West Sussex
When: November 27th, 1999, Late Afternoon.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Incomplete

( What do you want? )

Who: Lavender Brown, Fenrir Greyback
What: Playing House
Where: Brown Household, West Sussex
When: November 26th, 1999, morning
Rating: PG-13. Subject to change.
Status: Complete

( Lavender's bare feet shuffled about the wooden floor )

Who: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Seer NEsta, Lavender Brown & Fenrir Greyback.
What: Time to pair up.
When: November 25, 1999; 1:00pm
Where: Ministry of Magic, Seer Nesta's Office
Rating: PG-13 for expected foul language.
Status: Incomplete

( That child has the best chance of taming him, anyone else would fail or die. )