Regulation and Control

WHO: Nymphadora Tonks, Neville Longbottom and possibly any of the Zabini clan (and open to anyone who wants, truly. It is a social event.)
WHEN: Friday, August 1 (backdated)
WHERE: the haunted Charleville Ballroom, minus some of the chairs. (More pictures here.)
WHAT: Aida Zabini may have committed murder. Neville might be writing a book about it. But first, he needs help finding truth and fact beneath all of the lies.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Open; in progress


The man leaned against the wall, watching silently as the last of the light began to trickle through the windows, falling in hushed shadows against the folds of silvery dresses and faces lost in quiet conversations. Dancing reminded Neville of the war - his war, or the beginning of it, had been spent caught in spiderwebs, moving from person to person and trying to determine their intentions. Listening to accents he could never quite place, telling stories as he tried to spin his own path for others to support Order and Ministry, looking for the help from abroad that the Ministry always found so difficult to catch at home. Without realizing it, his foot was tapping slightly, catching the beat and falling in time. There was a slight part of him that missed this world, that missed the hint, however slight, of human contact, false and otherwise.

His hand pressed against the glass, leaving ghosts of his fingerprints as he set it on a table, dark eyes echoing the crowd as he looked for one woman amongst the others. Then, tilting his head, Neville realized he'd been strangely distracted and began to walk towards the wall, moving slowly in a deliberate effort not to stumble, his body blending into the crowd with strangely awkward grace.

Who: William Burke and Graham Pritchard
What: A surprise visit! (So much of a surprise Will's player doesn't even know.)
When: Saturday, August 2, early, early morning
Where: Will's manor
Rating: TBD
Status: Closed; in progress

His hand rattled the doorframe as he beat against it quickly. Graham wasn't mad enough to Apparate in, not at this hour of the morning when he knew that Will would likely be asleep. There was an advantage, he thought to himself, to Will's romanticism - he never had to worry about whether or not the other man had pulled. But his hand was shaking as he slammed it against the door, trembling as he caught sight of the Prophet carelessly lying against a nearby stoop. They had died. They had died and all he could think about was whether or not he was the next on the list.

( from the front page of the Saturday edition of the Daily Prophet )

Who: Adrian Pucey and Vi Marlowe
What: Chance encounter
When: Monday afternoon BACKDATED
Where: Diagon Alley
Status: Closed; complete

( I chase weird magical creatures around forests and farms and sometimes I fall in large piles of pig feces. It's interesting, I guess, yeah, but it's not Mindhealing! )

Who: Fred Holden & Finn McGill
What: The Alpha is PISSED
Where: Home, Stapleford Abbotts
When: noon, Saturday, 2nd August
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Status: Closed;Complete

They hadn't been back for long yet. After driving home and keying Nate and Susie both into the wards along with Ky so they wouldn't trip any magical alarms Fred had finally gotten to the pile of Daily Prophets lying about. The moment she'd come across the headline on today's edition the rage rose. They'd smelt like blood and death the night before when they'd come back but Ford smelled like that all the time due to work. She hadn't paid much attention at the time. That and this? Coincidence? Doubtful. The last coincidence hadn't been one either. Ford was out, Fred knew. He'd gone into work. Finn, though, she was still around.

It didn't take much effort for Fred to pick up the scent and locate the wolf. Even covered in clothes Fred looked stronger right now than she had in days. Truth be told, she looked like she was about to kill. The paper was thrown into Finn's lap. "That what you two were up to?" Her voice was being very carefully controlled, but the growling slipped into her words anyway. It was hard to control it with just how very quickly her anger had been tripped.

( Elf delivered message to Draco Malfoy )

( owl post to Neville Longbottom )


( owl post to Harry Potter )

( Heavily Warded Owl to Seamus Finnigan )

( Warded Owl to Graham Pritchard )

( Owl to Charlie Weasley )

( Note left on Fred's kitchen table )

( Warded Owl to Charlie Weasley )

( Heavily Warded Owl to Fred Holden )