Regulation and Control

Who: Fleur Delacour-Weasley and Lavender Brown
What: Randomosity
When: Tuesday afternoon, early, before Fleur's visit to the Burrow
Where: A McDonald's in London
Warnings: Offensive to vegetarians (sorry, Ben!)
Status: Closed, incomplete.

Following her exchange with Bill on the journals, Fleur had decided that on top of the meal she was actually purchasing for Bill to eat, she had to buy something at a McDonald's so she could get a sack to put the real sandwich in. It would serve him right, to think he was going to eat some nasty, overcooked, oversalted, fried meat patty for long enough to open the bag.

Fleur scanned the menu that hung over the heads of the counter staff, trying to figure out what she could buy that wouldn't make her ill but would also provide a sack of the appropriate size. She was aware that she was being watched; she was Veela and that was her life, men and women alike eyeing her out of the corner of their eyes, hesitant, hopeful, attracted, hateful. A Muggle brushed against her and she turned, ready to say something, but it was only another woman slipping by--the shop was crowded at lunchtime--and not someone trying to touch her.

Aware she looked a bit fierce, Fleur said, "I'm sorry, you startled me."

Who: Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour-Weasley
What: Lunch and spousal visit
When: Early Tuesday afternoon, after Fleur's visit to Mickey D's
Where: The Burrow
Status: Closed, incomplete

Fleur had Apparated into Ottery St Catchpole and walked down to the house rather than Flooing to the Burrow. There had been a time when arrival in the Burrow's fireplace would have been normal and welcome, but those years were over. Now she felt compelled to give warning of her presence before she came in. In her hand, she clutched a bag that came from McDonald's in London, although the food in it had been bought elsewhere: a very rare pair of hamburgers with the correct condiments. Fleur still remembered what Bill liked, although sometimes she'd been known to miss the nuances of his Healer's diet plans.

She made her way up to the back door of the Burrow and knocked to let Bill know she was there.

( Owl to Madoc Fawcett )

Who: Jaden Dorny and Rabbit Tuor
Where: Morocco. No, seriously.
When: Saturday 13th July, late afternoon to late night
What: Rabbit promised to take Jaden to Morocco. Er, apparently he wasn't joking.
Rating: PG-13; grown men like to make out too (and swearing)
Status: Closed; complete

"Do you know how to speak French?" Jaden asked, scratching the back of his neck as they wound their slow way into the market, the yellow, desert sand scuffing up the sides of his sneakers, creating a weird kind of dusty cloud behind them as they walked. The air was hot but it was not thick - it smelled of smoke and spices and it was full of loud noises - talking, laughter, shouting... chickens. "Apparently it's the second best known language here, and I certainly don't speak Arabic." He glanced at a snake that was winding its way across a table, apparently oblivious to the crowds of people milling through the tight alleyway.

( You shameless flirt )

( Owl Package to Rabbit Tuor )

Who: Nicolas Vaisey and Rabbit Tuor
Where: The courtyard outside the Ministry.
When: Wednesday, July 16 2008.
What: Lunch, a daily tradition for the pair.
Rating: TBA
Status: Closed; incomplete

“I’ve got a lovely little cheeseburger, bah-dah-dah,” Rabbit sang from under the tree, pointing his fingers in rhythm at a woman from somewhere on the fourth floor. “With lots of delicious cheese and ketchup, bah. Bah. Bah. Lookie, lookie, it’s got a sesame seed bun!”

The woman snorted and, her lunch finished, stood up to leave, but not without a very pointed, “I think they’re drugging everyone in Mysteries again.”

“They do it every Wednesday, love!” He answered before taking a bite out of the burger.

After a few seconds he spotted Nicolas coming through the doors and continued, “Vaisey! I’ve been bored as a bedresting granny waiting for you. Was the lift broken again?”

( Heavily warded owl to Raphael Crane )