Regulation and Control

Who: Malcolm Baddock and Euphemia Borage
Where: the Sandwalk at Scamander Park, then ??
When: Sunday evening
What: Who knows? Euphemia wants to discuss some of the changes that have been happening among the Regulators and what happened to Harry.
Rating: Who knows again?
Status: Open; in progress

When she laid on her back, all she could see above her was a canopy of trees. She liked the sensation of it, the cool breeze that slapped her nose, the strange stillness that reminded her of the moment in a long Apparation right feet touched ground. Her missing finger ached for a moment in memory of the sensation and a wry smile teased her lips as she stared up ahead, thinking of how distraught she'd been to have lost it. It seemed irrelevant now, waiting for Mal as the leaves drifted overhead, her heart pounding in her throat as she lay there, so unusually still, in an effort to calm it.

The shadows dappled across her face, her eyelids closing in response to the mild warmth of the evening and her thoughts. Other things began to drift into her mind with the warmth - memories of Quentin and the places that he'd sent her, always warm, and she wondered whether he chose the east because he loved it or if he chose an area so hot and dry to prepare himself for an eventual hell.

Who: Fred Holden & Pen Borage
What: They need to buy Anthony a birthday present, of course
Where: The Dirty Slag (wizarding sex shop in Knockturn Alley)
When: 10 pm, Sunday 8th June
Rating: R for sex-related stuff
Status: Closed; Incomplete

"See, that just seems like a bad idea to me," Fred remarked as she picked up a potion labelled Wiggle Your Wand Lotion. When Pen had suggested they should get Anthony a birthday present Fred had pointed out that Mal in a g-string should have been more than satisfactory. Then again, any excuse to give the Healer something horribly inappropriate she was game for. She hadn't actually told Pen where she was taking them, just sort of took her hand and led the way as if they were going to the ice cream shop. Only anything creamy was definitely not ice cream in this place. It was at least cleaner than the last time she'd been in at which time there had been questionable fluids in areas on the floor. "You dip your wand in this stuff and it turns it into a vibrator. Why can't you just have a bloody vibrator? Sure, wand's convenient, always got it with you and all, but why? I mean, really, why would you want to shove something like a wand which ends up all over the place and definitely not clean into any orifice? Also...bit thin, innit?" Fred pulled out her wand and peered at it. "No, I'm definitely not being a size queen here, that girth ain't satisfying anyone anyhow." She clucked her tongue and set the bottle back on the shelf.