Regulation and Control

Who: Anthony Goldstein and OPEN
Where: Revenge (a gay club in Brighton)
When: Friday night
What: ???
Rating: TBD
Status: Open; in progress

Anthony sipped his dirty martini as he gazed out of the large plate glass windows. The Brighton pier shined peacefully in the distance which juxtaposed with the loud and thumping music inside of the club. It wasn't his first visit to the place but it was the first time he'd seen it so busy. Both floors seemed to be packed with wall to wall people and now that he wasn't dancing the crowd was beginning to make Anthony feel claustrophobic. He smiled as he rubbed the ice cold glass against his sweaty forehead but quickly turned around when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Who: Kadyriath and Euphemia Borage
What: Nightmare time
When: May 24 2008, late at night
Where: Someone's bedroom
Rating: TBD
Status: Closed, incomplete

( exit light, enter night, take my hand, off to never never land. . . )

Who: Draco Malfoy and Dexter Cadwallader
Where: Selfridges, London
When: Saturday afternoon
What: It's pay day, and Draco's blowing his wages on designer gear rather than, you know, food. Then he bumps into Dexter for some unexpected bitch-age.
Rating: PG
Status: Closed; complete

Draco Malfoy didn't look entirely out of place between the glass box display of leather Prada phone cases and the sunglasses stand on the first level of Selfridges, perhaps the most expensive Muggle department store in London. On the contrary, while he didn't have a lot of it, money was still dotted about in his outfit and in his hair, and, of course, in the gentle smirk that never seemed to leave his lips whenever he found himself in a oversized plastic place like this. To the Wizards he was Draco Malfoy, the ex-Death Eater that was forced to live amongst the Muggles. To the Muggles he was just another handsome, preppy toff with money to burn.

Picking up a pair of massive Dior sunglasses from the top prong, Draco didn't bother glancing at the price as he slid them onto his nose and fixed his hair in the nearby mirror. This was the best part about weekends - he could finally disappear and be whoever he wanted.

Who: Charlie and Bas
What: Collecting evidence about Dudley's murder
When: Night of Saturday 24 May
Where: Dudley's former flat
Rating: PG/R for language, possible violence
Status: Closed, incomplete

Charlie had travelled up to Scotland to pick up Bas and whatever equipment he needed to get together for this DNA and fingerprint experiment. He wasn't sure that this was going to prove much of anything, and he was pretty sure Bas felt the same, but it was important to both Quent and Harry to find out who killed Dudley, and if there might be a lead in this, he was willing to try it. He could at least get leads on the Aurors who'd worked the case and rule them and the Regulators out, unless there was Polyjuice involved, in which case his head was going to start spinning.

Now he and Bas were standing in an alley outside Dudley's building, preparing to go in and try to figure out by Muggle means who had been there. The good thing about being a wizard was that all you needed in terms of travelling kit for this sort of business was your wand; the downside was that Mysteries was pretty good at scrubbing wand signatures and other magical traces. But this was like the zen of going into a good fight without knowing the state of the other actions in the campaign. Either it would work or it wouldn't, in the end. He would just have to do his part to the best of his abilities, and trust Bas would do the same.

Charlie looked over at his dark-clad companion. "You ready, Bas?"