Regulation and Control

( Warded Owl to Harry Potter )

( from the front page of Friday's Daily Prophet )

Who: Rabbit Tuor and Nymphadora Tonks
What: Thirsty Thursday! Featuring nicknames, sugar gliders, painkillers, Chinese food, brains, karma, religion, and lots and lots of alcohol.
Where: Tonks' flat in London
When: Thursday night, sometime after 7pm
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Closed // Complete

( Rabbit almost had a heart attack, and his field training showed in his response. )

Who: Seamus Finnigan, Harry Potter ("Stephen O'Reilly")
What: Discussing a job description and other discreet articles.
When: August 8th, late evening
Where:Seamus' club/bar
Rating: PG-13ish

As Harry entered the club, weaving through the few dancing bodies on the floor- it was Thursday night, after all- on his way toward the bar, he felt grateful that Seamus had given him something other than work behind the bar. He was much more punk and rock'n'roll than club music. Forcing a smile for the man working the counter, he shouted, "Ouzo? Do you have Ouzo on the rocks?" He sat at the barstool, tugging at the bottom of his leather jacket. "By the way, I'm here for Finnigan. He's expecting me."

Who: Fred Holden and Stephen O'Reilly her mad passionate lover (or, y'know, Harry Potter, whichever)
What: A thinly veiled excuse for crack
Where: God knows where. Back alleys, fish stores, chip shops, dominatrix dungeons, under the sea chapels...the possibilities are endless.
When: Friday evening (way before he meets with Seamus), 8th August
Rating: PG-13 for language and suggestive humour likely
Status: Closed;Incomplete

Fred had a date with her gigolo love of her life, at least this is what she'd told both Ben and her brothers. Technically it was true except for how Harry wasn't actually a gigolo, it wasn't really a date and Fred wouldn't know the love of her life if they wore a flashing neon sign. It sounded way better the first way though so she stuck to that version. Who needed it to be true as long as it sounded good?

There was a time and a place for meeting up but Fred was restless. New moon had come and gone which marked the end of her mellow period. On top of that she was healthy, even if still underweight, and with tonight being the first quarter of the moon she had more energy than she'd experienced since before her kidnapping. Having to wait anywhere was a bit of a problem for her so she took to wandering until she could show up unreasonably early for meeting up with Harry. She'd taken to chatting with people in passing and somehow acquiring a couple children before their mums pulled them away half terrified of Fred. She thought she looked loads more normal in her jeans that cut off at her knees and her loose tee shirt. After all, she was wearing clothes and smiling and that meant non-threatening, right?

She spotted the familiar head of stuck up black hair before she could even see the rest of him, though she was standing on a bench at the time so that helped. Hopping down, Fred wove her way between the people on the pavement and went in a wide arc around him so she could silently creep up and tap Harry on the shoulder. He wasn't even fully turned around yet when she sprang up. "Ha--Heeey!" Her hands were on his shoulders and her legs went around his waist. Harry could either catch her or fall over. Fred wasn't much bothered either way, she just grinned at him like mad.