Who: A bunch of people!
Where: The Edelen Residence.
When: August 12, 1979.
Summary: Adonis made too much food, Venus invites people to eat the food. Thus a party is had.


There weren't very many people who handled situations quite like Adonis Edelen. He was a male. A heterosexual male, to make that clear. And yet, when he found himself overcome with one too many thoughts, he would make his way straight to the kitchen. He didn't bake cakes or cookies, oh no. Adonis cooked lasagnas and pastas and briskets. Real food. On this particular day, he had received news that the old lady who ran the florist shop in which he worked in was practically on her death bed. He had worked for the woman since he was 13, delivering flowers and moving up to arranging them. There was no news as to what the fate of the store was, and that worried Adonis. So he cooked lasagna. And made a lot of salad. And there were fresh dinner rolls.

Venus took one look at all the food in the kitchen, and without a word disappeared. Adonis could only assume she went to invite a few people over to eat the food. Adonis continued with his cooking, washing a few apples as he prepared to make a very tasty fruit salad. Yes, Adonis was a very heterosexual male, damnit.

WHO: Poldie Lochlin, Conor Moran, and Death Eaters™.
WHEN: The evening of July 22, 1979.
WHERE: Conor Moran's flat and Outside™.
SUMMARY: Conor asked Poldie to save him from Imperius. So Poldie is. Kind of.


Poldie Lochlin was at his best when he was risking everybody's lives. This was, perhaps, part of why he was a Slytherin rather than a Gryffindor. Yes, he was very brave, but he enjoyed being stupidly reckless to try to save the day with little hope of succeeding and just barely pulling it off. It was fun to him and this, more than the guiding morals of his actions, was what had led him down the path of Aurorhood. Never mind that he made a good Auror and a good hero; he just liked doing it. If he hadn't, he probably wouldn't be doing things like this. Well, not probably. Definitely.

So, you see, when I tell you that Poldie Lochlin had just deliberately let the Death Eater he'd deliberately let catch his tail catch a solid glimpse of him, yelled out, "I'M OFF TO SAVE CONOR MORAN, PASS IT ON!" triumphantly, and Apparated to the outside of Conor Moran's apartment, which he quickly knocked on with all his might, hoping Conor was there (as Conor was under the Imperius, telling him Poldie's plans for saving his soul would have been impractical), you should not get it into your head that Poldie was being entirely selfless. He was having a lot of fun foolishly risking his neck.

"CONOR MORAN OPEN UP YOUR BLOODY DOOR BEFORE I KICK IT DOWN MYSELF," he yelled, all wild eyes, not-enough-bathing, and messy beard as he looked wildly around the corridor for any quick pursuers. The way he saw it, his tracker, even if he was his tracker, probably wasn't good enough to remember where Conor's flat was to Apparate to it. That was the beautiful thing about Death Eaters: they just weren't well-trained enough to do their job right.