Regulation and Control

( Warded Owl to Charlie )

Who: William Burke & Lavender Brown
What: A date at a wizarding carnival
Where: Cliffs on Inishmaan
When: 4pm, Friday, 11 July
Rating: PG?
Status: Closed;Complete

From a distance it likely looked like any other carnival, assuming you were a muggle and able to see it all. There was a giant Ferris wheel, a couple rollercoasters, one of those ships that swung through the air and the standard assortment. It was only as one drew closer that the differences were seen. They were subtle at first. The ship that swung through the air wasn't attached to anything. The rollercoaster had fake flying carpets instead of a chain of cars that followed a track and had no visible restraint. The Ferris wheel had seats suspended between the large metal wheels without any discernible fixtures attaching them to it. To someone who wasn't used to all the things magic could be used for it could have been rather disconcerting. William Burke had been raised in this world, though. He'd seen a muggle amusement park once. It looked so strange to him, unreliable and creaky. This was so much more secure. Magic. And the rides made no noise as they worked. There was nothing but the swoosh of the air around you and the screaming of people as they plunged toward on a carpet. The danger was both more real and less on those rides.

They'd agreed to meet at the gates of the carnival. It was easier that way, really. Will was acutely aware of his financial status and the ways in which that could cause problems. There was an intimidation factor with people. There was that feeling like they didn't fit. He didn't want Lavender to find out about the money yet. He didn't want her to feel that. He wanted her comfortable with him. Will wanted her to trust him. A carnival, he'd thought, kept them on even footing until he earned that from her.

His eyes were fixed on on the light he could see reflecting off the exposed, shifting mirrors of a fun house inside the carnival as he waited for her to show up. Will held in his hand a single purple morning glory for her.

Who: Fred Holden & Harry Potter
What: Adopting out Harry and assorted Attacks of Spastic
Where: The Lair (Fred's house in Stapleford Abbotts)
When: Friday, 11th July
Rating: PG-13 for language (at least)
Status: Closed; Complete

Everyone else who lived in the cat nest and walked on two legs most days had jobs to attend to. Ford, Trent and Finn were all off at their respective places of employment, which just left Fred and a gaggle of felines to hang out with. It was too bloody hot for her to hang out inside even if she wished to. That wasn't to say it was actually that hot to begin with, only about twenty celsius, but to someone whose body temperature ran as high as hers naturally it was hot enough to be uncomfortable. The clouds in the sky were ominous, wavering between fluffy and those dark, heavy ones that promised wetness. That threat didn't keep Fred indoors, though.

She'd climbed her favourite tree out in front of her house, grateful as usual there weren't any houses within sight of her own so she didn't have to bother pretending to worry about what all she was likely flashing thanks to the shortness of her skirt. Her tank top barely even reached her ribs before the jagged edge that indicated it had been cut off without care of a hem. Tsvetya was still too little to climb up on her own so Fred had stuck the kitten on her shoulder for the trip upward. The kitten excelled at hanging on and Fred had the dried dots of blood on her shoulder from where she'd had punctures from Tsvetya's claws. The two had fallen asleep in the tree happily, enjoying the breeze that blew over them. Fred had stretched out on her stomach, an arm and a leg stretched along the thick branch while the other arm and leg dangled off separate sides of the branch. Tsvetya had taken up position at the small of Fred's back to curl up and doze. Eventually Jester had climbed up to join them as well and he'd made himself comfortable stretching from the top of Fred's back, around little Tsvetya, and ending on the woman's bum.

Always a light sleeper, Fred had no worries about someone breaking into the house or sneaking up on her. She didn't know when Harry would come by but she wasn't much worried about it. She'd hear him when he showed and that alone would wake her up. Knave and at least another half dozen cats of varying ages and sizes were about outside. Many of them were stretched out in patches of sunlight napping, though a couple seemed to be on patrol, Knave among them.

( Owl to Fred Holden )