Madison Valley Role Play

It's hard to make friends here. Not because I have trouble talking to people. I like people mostly. But they just end up leaving.

I miss Keller.

why is this working?

Oh! Voice activation! Crap. How do I tur

Seriously, why is this working?!

Also? Where am I? What is this whole bag and tag thing? And will this stack of bills turn into leaves at sunrise? I don't want the apartment. It's too big. Where did Chicago go? losing it












[ooc: if I tag this wrong slap me!]

A list in which Sirius compiles all the things he isn't allowed to do or say, episode 1.

1. Assume all gingers know how to cook.
2. Think of twins as bookends. Though I wouldn't mind being between them.
3. Serve fried snakes to Slytherins.
4. Leashes aren't fun for anyone.
5. No place is safe from vindictive teenagers.
6. I will never take myself siriusly.
7. Try to make potions. That was a bad idea.
8. Not steal James's glasses the first opportunity I get.
9. Make bets with 10 year old girls. I will always lose.
10. Use a magic 8 ball (do they still have those?) to make decisions for me.

Not sure about that last one though, it seems like a healthy life decision from this point.

Also, apparently Padfoot smells like a dog. Who knew? Jamie says he's not allowed on the sofa, but I think that's rubbish. It's there or the bed, git, take your pick.

If that fails, I've got a dog you might like. Anyone want to take him in? He's house trained so you don't have to worry about the mess.

Here's a thought. The children who are my age in this time were born in the year 2000. It's enough to make one feel dizzy. Even a Time Turner mishap couldn't account for all those years.

Shopping here is uncomfortably reminiscent of being shut up in a large warehouse inhabited by disagreeable and noisy creatures. I'm curious; is that a product of muggle society, or of the times?

[Filtered to Hogwarts witches and wizards]

One of you needs to at least attempt to make a Portkey.

What motivates you to do the things you do?

As there have been many new arrivals, I will address this to all of you, instead of contacting you separately.

My name is Marius Black, and I am the physician who has been in charge of the medical care of the vast majority of the refugees. For those of you who are comfortable with the idea, I would request that you stop by my office for a routine, baseline medical exam. This is not required in any way, but it would allow me to better care for you should you fall ill while you are here.

Secondly, I would like to warn any of you who have arrived from a significant time in the past that you may contract an illness rather like a severe respiratory infection in the next few days. While it will certainly be uncomfortable, it will not be fatal, and you may come by the clinic in order to receive drugs that may help alleviate the symptoms.

Also, if you have come from before the late 1970's, I would like you to come receive a series of vaccinations, including the vaccination for smallpox. It would not do to have an outbreak of any illness in so small and confined of a space.

If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact me in person, or via this device.

[Filtered to Hogwarts witches and wizards]

I am well aware that the vast majority of you deny my existence, but I should like to introduce myself to those of you who will allow me to exist.

My name is Marius Black, I am the younger brother of Pollux and Cassiopeia. If you haven't heard of me (as I assume you haven't), it is because I am, indeed, a squib. But I should like to introduce myself to you nonetheless, and I wish you good day.

I think that I should like to host a proper dinner party and hear the stories that you have from your times.

I can't imagine why we're all being pulled in here. It's full of muggles and Mudbloods and other inconsequential people.

Cassiopeia gave me a copy of the family tree. You aren't all my descendants really then, but Cygnus's. That makes it a tad less strange. The house is alright but I can't see why it's so difficult to acquire house-elves here; London is practically crawling with them.

I expect whoever did this will have their fun and then we'll all be home for Christmas.

(OOC: Arcturus fails at filters. Sorry, muggles! ;) )

Hello?

Hello? What is this wretched thing? Whoever is listening...

I never did believe all those stories about muggles stealing badly-behaved children. Whoever you are you had better send me home right now. I demand that you do, otherwise...

Well. You know who I am, don't you? What do you suppose I'll do to your muggle friends who tell preposterous stories?