Regulation and Control

( Owl to J. Cellditch )

Who: Mila Macnair and Zach Smith
Where: Mathwall, and a nearby restaurant
When: Wednesday, April 16
What: Protests, graffiti, and breakfast. All in a day’s work.
Rating: R for language.
Status: Closed; complete

(  Usually there is a fucking puzzle involved that I try to solve, and usually I can fucking not, so I pass it on with my fucking work for someone else to fucking look over and try their fucking luck at. )

( Office Memo to Quentin Trimble )

Who: Trent Smith, Ford Williams
What: The dangers of going up with four legs and only have two to get down
Where: The Holden Home
When: 7th August, 1990
Rating: G
Status: Drabble;Complete

"Uh...Mum?" The small boy's voice called out but there was no answer. "Dad?!" Again no answer came.

( Trent clung to the trunk of the tree he'd climbed up the night before. )

Who: Romilda Vane and Dudley Dursley
Where: Dudley's flat
When: Friday, April 18, evening
What: Romilda witnesses a murder
Rating: PG (but character death is involved)
Status: Closed; complete

"I said I didn't mean it-" Dudley blubbered as he crouched against the wall of his flat. His hands were scratching at the walls blindly as the figure stood in front of him, wand pointed at his body. Sweat was dripping off his pores so strongly that a stench filled the room, his hands smearing salt and dirt against the paint. Sunlight flooded the room, blinding him with its brilliance so that he couldn't see the man's shape. He blinked harder, trying not to cry. Harry wouldn't've cried. It wasn't the comfort it had been once. "I'll take it - I'll bloody take it back - I swear-"

( ...this was a fellow Regulator down... )

( Owl to Quentin Trimble )

( Owl to Harry Potter )

Who: Malcolm Baddock and ?
Where: Filing Room, Scamander Park
When: Friday, April 18, LATE AFTERNOON
What: Office things
Rating: PG (but character death is involved)
Status: Open, incomplete: feel free to tag in whenever!

The worst part of the job was paperwork, and that was over. Now, it came to filing. Of course, the Regulators filing system was hassle enough, and so Malcolm found himself relying on magic to carry his files to the proper place.

Friday afternoons were the worst part of any 9-5 job. He desperately wanted to go home and take a nap, read Atonement, and make dinner plans. As he eyed the pile of paper left to be filed, he groaned softly, glancing at his watch to see if the time had gone by any faster.

Who: Draco Malfoy and Dexter Cadwallader
Where: Regulator Dept. Building - a balcony hanging off from one of the larger offices
When: 18th April, noonish
What: Bitching, bullying, prissiness. Another day at the office.
Rating: TBR
Status: Closed; incomplete

Another rumble of thunder resounded in the air and it was like the sound of metal groaning against metal, the steely clatter of a large box of pins falling onto stone. Draco winced, squinting out onto the murky urban landscape and waiting for the first sign of rain to pour down and ruin his cigarette break. Another couple of minutes rolled by, and it never came. There was no lightning in the air - not yet.

With a sigh, he tilted his head and flicked his thumb against the little jagged wheel on the corner of his lighter. The pad of his thumb was calloused now and he could hardly feel the bite of the wheel against his skin. That should have been a warning - it was time to quit if it no longer phased him. But the warning, like the rain, never came.

Who: Matt Cavanaugh and Harry Potter.
What: The weirdest pair ever to share a house hang out in their underwear, drink beer, and shout "FWOAR" at passing college girls. Really. I would never lie to you.
When: 16 April
Where: London
Rating: Unknown as yet.

Matt wandered into the kitchen of the very weird house his only slightly less strange housemate had, apparently, inherited from someone very wealthy (and probably mad, he always added, but that was the architecture of London for you) and stuck his head into the fridge, debating whether to commit suicide by frighteningly-decayed lettuce - it was starting to stay green at the middle, and he had a private bet on that he could keep it there until it turned into goo - or, you know, figure out something to eat.

The lettuce, he reflected, looking at it, was really a good diet aid. Also, it smelled.

But embracing the skank as a lifestyle was something Matt had done a long, long time ago, and he merely grinned at the lettuce before pulling out a Camembert cheese and a bottle of beer. A sandwich, he thought, would be very nice, particularly if it was just bread and cheese, but there might be other things around to put on it.

"Harry!" The shout made something rattle in the cupboard and he swore, turning to find out what it was - the last time, it'd been someone's antique candy dish, and it had been less than awesome when it fell out, nearly onto Matt's head, the next time he opened the cupboard. "Want lunch?"

Who: Everrett Mac and Ky Janes
Where: Westminster
When: 18 April 2008, 7:30 p.m.
What: Everrett has something interesting to show Ky.
Rating:R for awkward yet achingly sweet sexual situations, and some angst
Status: Closed; Complete

( straight to the stars, the sky is only gettin' darker now. . . )

( Interoffice Memo WARDED to Regulators only - ((Note: sent not long after Romilda's owl)) )