Regulation and Control

( Owl to Raphael Crane )

Who: Ben Dunstan, Euphemia Borage and anyone else
Where: Abney Park Cemetary
When: Saturday night at midnight
What: Wizards try to figure out what, exactly, a candlelit vigil is and then hold one for Harry. Hopefully with guest appearances by something random.
Rating: Who knows?
Status: Open; in progress

Another Owl was swooping down through the night, its wings outstretched as it glided through the air, beautiful silhouetted against the darkness. Euphemia's eyes fixed upon it, watching the feathers lift as it came towards her - just before it crashed into the shield that she'd erected into the air to prevent it from actually getting there. It joined another dazed-looking owl and she sighed as she curled up on the grass, staring down into the bottle of amber liquid as a candle dripped down on a headstone, wondering if this was really what muggles meant by a candlelit vigil.

It was a cold night and so she tugged her jacket tighter around her shoulders, knees up against her chest as she waited for anyone else to come. Potter's grave seemed lonely where it was, placed on the top of a hill, nothing else surrounding it and she thought that it had been the intent to hold massive ceremonies on this hill. Things for national holidays and to honor the war and to remember those who had been lost but nothing for the man himself. Whoever he'd been.

( Owl to Charlie Weasley )

Who: Open to all Witches and Wizards
What: A death at the garden party and the search for the killer
When: Friday the 30th of May, 2008, Sunset until very late
Where: Vaisey Manor and Estate
Rating: TBD
Status: Open; incomplete

There were so many reasons to kill a Malfoy it was hard to quite grasp where to begin. There were so many people who wished him ill or worse that pinpointing who had done it would be nearly impossible. Etienne resented his existence. His fall from grace had given the other blonde infamy in England. Etienne's ego did not appreciate that people seemed to think he was Draco when all they saw was the blonde hair and pale skin. More so, he took quite a personal insult to the fact that whenever the man appeared the mood of his Louis and Bianca took a nosedive. He could not bear to see them sad anymore this evening or ever. It meant leaving their side, but he'd promised to return. The Frenchman hadn't told them where he was getting off to, only that he had something to do. The less they knew the better.

From room to room Etienne went searching through the rooms of the Vaisey manor that were accessible for something useful. Poisoning a person could be done so easily, but it was difficult to make it look less malevolent than it was. He'd found several potions in the bathrooms, things that were utterly safe so long as they were not mixed. Mixed, however, they were lethal. Perfection.

Etienne found a glass of red wine and poured the potions into it, careful to be sure the colour and scents didn't change. When he couldn't stop that from happening he layered a glamour over it to turn it back to the correct colour of red wine. The scent was trickier but Etienne managed it. He'd waved down someone who was clearly staff and told her he wanted to send a drink to a specific person but he didn't want them to know who from. She assumed it was a romantic gesture and he encouraged the belief. "The attractive blonde over there," he pointed right at Draco Malfoy, though referring to him as attractive actually pained Etienne.

Unfortunately for Etienne the girl didn't even notice Draco. The one time he wanted Draco to be more visible than himself and it failed because of the close proximity to Gilderoy Lockhart, of all people. The girl was an avid fan, ecstatic that he was there. She took the glass from Etienne as she promised not to tell him who it was from and set off on her course toward Lockhart. Etienne cast a small memory charm on her to erase his voice and face from her memory before she got too far away and then made his way through the crowd, discarding the cloak as he went, back to the Bode siblings.