RP: G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S Who: Hyperion and Pandora (Glamoured)
What: Hyperion picking up a jewellery box for Susan
Where: Inside and Out, Monument Alley
When: Thursday, 23rd of October, Afternoon
Rating: NSFW for Language. They're Scottish okay.
Hyperion muttered to himself irritably as he strode down Monument Alley, his long legs kicking out in front of himself. Susan bloody Bones and her perfectly reasonable requests and sweet smiles always inevitably led to him doing something he didn't want to do: like giving a deposition to the Council of Magical Law, or going into a room filled with yodelling cultists first, or going to his Aunt's charms shop to pick up a bloody jewellery box when there was a chance that he could run into his bloody sister - something neither of them particularly wanted. Sighing, he stopped and looked at the shop for a moment, still trying to decide whether Susan's well known penchant for meddling was at play here. "You're a fucking Auror, Hyperion," he muttered to himself with great irritation and walked through the door.
"Hello," he called in a polite but persistent voice. "Is anyone here? Aunt Medea maybe?"