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pure_cabal (pure_cabal) wrote in mistaken_pieces,
@ 2008-12-21 21:58:00

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! ip, - 2020 august, - campgrounds, [player: cai], [player: jade], alex embers, callisto alders, kristóf diederich, malcolm bowen, natasha beckett, nigel ramsey, pierson alders

Pureblood Wizards Invitational - European Cup
Who: Any pureblood wizards coming to the meeting
When: August 19, 2020 - midmorning.
Where: Private hexed tent (Set up and protected with a Fidelius Charm)
Status: In-progress

The nice thing about providing for the cabal, Nigel reflected, was that he had no fear of arriving late. The tent they were to be meeting within had been set up the night before, and as it hadn't been used enough to acquire the usual buildup of junk that occurred with such things, it had taken only a small bit of spellwork to get the place all shipshape and ready: a simple meeting hall, with a door at either end. One to outside, one to the hall--clean and simple, just the way things needed to be. At the end opposite the door to outside, a fire burned in the hearth. The hall was monopolized by a large mahogany table, high-backed chairs set on either side of it. Just as he remembered, just as he'd always seen.

Of course, his own appearance was probably never a part of that image. His shirt wasn't tucked in, his boots ran up to his knees, and his hair hadn't been so much as trimmed in months (at least he'd seen fit to make sure his facial hair was at least presentable). A gigantic hat sat on his head, declaring his allegiance to Puddlemere United, dark blue and singing its heart out silently (he'd decided that perhaps the Puddlemere fight song wasn't perhaps the best mood to begin the meeting in).

Still, he would keep it with him until they were about to begin.

With the time for the meeting to begin fast approaching, Nigel took a seat at the head of the table, resting one leg up on the table.

They would be coming soon.

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evil_wishes
2008-12-22 09:53 pm UTC (link)

Kristóf smiled pleasantly as he looked down the table at those who had gathered for this meeting of those who felt snubbed by Britain's ministry. At the moment, they were just those who felt their protests had passed unheard for long enough -- with a few exceptions, he was sure.

Soon, though, he would attempt to give them a purpose. From there, it would be up to those attending and the strength of their influence and dedication to continue rolling the snowball Kristóf hoped to start.

For another second, Kristóf silently regarded those whom he knew or had heard good things about. There was the Beckett woman sitting near the opposite end watching him with an intent, rather bored expression. The Embers brothers -- a third of which had slipped in and was taking a seat. He recalled that he had known their sister. And... there were a few too young for him to have a clear idea on who they were or who they were representing.

"Comrades," he began quietly, unconcerned with lifting his voice to carry. If they wished to listen, they would hear. "I vish, first, to thank those vot haff decided to allow a foreign vizard to begin these proceedings. It is my vish that soon England vill enjoy the same purity that Bulgaria cherishes."

Pausing, Kristóf folded his hands on the table and cast a steady gaze toward a few of the attendees. "Ve haff gathered to discuss these recent..." He frowned slightly as if the word irritated him to speak. "...laws your ministry has put into being. And vot vays ve, being vot ve are, vish to respond. Sitting idly by, it is seeming, is not vorking for your country. Each day I haff been hearing of the impure dictating your lives."

This time a small, halfway amused grin slid into place with his pause. "I haff heard only this morning that in this country, you haff been forced to pay your servants." Here he paused entirely to cast an amused glance toward the house elf that stood quietly near his chair. The creature pulled the proper look of disgust into place, and Kristóf turned his attention back to those gathered.

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