Regulation and Control

Who: Anthony Goldstein and Nicolas Vaisey
What: Cuddling in the afterglow, mentions of a problem, plans for a weekend getaway, and overall sweetness
When: August 5, 2008; night
Where: Anthony's flat
Rating: PG-13 for allusions to sexual situations and naked cuddling
Status: Closed; complete

( Goodnight, Ugly. . . )

Who: Anthony Goldstein, Nymphadora Tonks, and Lila Tonks
What: Anthony comes to check up on Zee
Where: St. Mungo's
When: Thursday afternoon
Rating: Lowish

( . . . )

( Warded owl post to Anthony Goldstein )

Who: Anthony Goldstein and Euphemia Borage
What: Traveling papers
When: 3 a.m, July 9th
Where: St. Mungo's Hospital, London
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Closed; incomplete

"Fucking three in the morning," Anthony muttered as he once again stared balefully at the hospital administrators door. Dr. Jamis was a humorless old coot who probably enjoyed calling him in so late and making him wait for a bloody hour. He slouched down into his chair, resting his head against the back of it, intending to doze as he waited. The bloody intern had screamed bloody murder into his fireplace and almost giving him a heart attack. He closed his eyes and immediately felt sleepiness settle down upon him. The bloody war and an internship within the hospital had taught him to sleep when he could. A loud crack sent Anthony to his feet and scrambling for his wand until he realized who it was. "They called you too, eh?" he murmured. "This can't be good."

( Owl to Katie Jones )

Who: Anthony Goldstein and Nicolas Vaisey
What: Thai food, a movie, and cheering-up
When: June 29, 2008; evening
Where: Anthony's house
Rating: PG-13 though subject to change
Status: Closed; incomplete

Nicolas tucked his hair behind his ears, smoothing out his shirt and glancing in the mirror one last time. He could not remember the last time a bloke had made him this conscious about his appearance since it had been a good deal of time since his last bit of dating. It just seemed every time before he saw Anthony he needed to change his shirt and the robes he was wearing before coming over and needed to come out his hair to ensure it looked well. Satisfied with his appearance, he slipped into the floo and announced the address his lips were quickly growing used to.

"Hello?" He called softly, stepping out and smiling already.

Who: Anthony Goldstein and Katie Jones
What: Anthony gets a patient for his clinic.
Where: The clinic in Goldstein's flat
When: Saturday, June 28, the middle of the night
Rating: TBD, probably some language involved, violence
Status: Open; in progress

( If I should fall from grace with God...where no doctor can relieve me... )

Who: Regulators investigating the storms
What: The Regulators find out about the storms in Altnaharra and are sent by their fearless leader to look into it. They meet up and form a plan so that they can then form an actual plan.
Where: Altnaharra, Scotland
When: Friday, June 27
Rating: TBD
Status: Open; Complete.

After leaving the Unspeakables to form their plan Will had ran out of sight to pull off the ring which had his glamour attached to it. The moment the ring was dropped into his pocket and lacked contact with his skin the illusion of Betsy was gone. Why's he always got to give me idiot bird names? What had been disguised as a purse before could now be seen for what it was, a very old text. The text, in fact, he'd found his answers in.

The storm was getting more violent with every passing moment. Wind was thrashing, rain going every which way as the deafening crack of thunder promised an agonising death. Just what he needed today, right? Will apparated to the designated meeting point for the Regulators only to find no one else had shown yet. "Fucking lovely." He had come early to give Pritch the information he had but he hadn't realised he'd been all that early. The rain soaked him but the book in his arms remained untouched, warded against every element he could think of before he came up. Now all he had to do was wait for the others to show.

( Memo to all Regulator Field Agents and Researchers )

( Owl to Anthony Goldstein )

Who: Anthony Goldstein and Nicholas Vaisey
What: Dinner and conversation.
Where: Anthony's house, Brighton
When: Evening, Thursday, June 19th
Rating: TBA
Status: Closed; Incomplete


It'd been an incredibly long and busy day. Besides the usual work and afternoon run, Anthony had packed for his weekend trip, plotted out his portkey route through Europe, and picked up the food for dinner. He sighed as he laid down on the couch to wait for Nicholas. Visiting his parents was always stressful. They'd most likely planned out a million different activities and had about a hundred different people he'd have to meet. Merely thinking about it made Anthony even more exhausted and before he knew it he was fast asleep.

( Memo to all Regulators )

Who: Anthony, Fred, Nicholas, Pen, Malcolm, and OPEN to anyone and everyone.
What: Birthday shenanigans and Malcolm in a thong.
Where: Anthony's house in Brighton
When: Friday the 13th (oooh!) Evening
Rating: TBA
Status: Open;Incomplete

The house didn't really look like it was ready for a party but Anthony preferred to keep things subdued. The windows were thrown open, letting in the warm night air and letting out the faint sounds of music playing on the downstairs stereo. The kitchen was fully stocked with finger food, liquor, mixers, and ice. Anthony sat in the living room awaiting his guests. He'd already had his run and showered so there was little else to do but wait.

( Owl to Charlie Weasley )

( Owl to Euphemia Borage )

Who: Anthony Goldstein and Nicolas Vaisey
What: Some baseball on the telly
When: June 9th 2008, Monday evening
Where: Anthony's flat
Rating: PG-13 for a bit of boy-kissing
Status: Closed; complete

Nicolas felt he was more overdressed than necessary, but his closet did not have much by the way of what most considered casual. All dress robes and suits. As it were, he had selected a pair of dark blue trousers with a button-up shirt in a bit of a lighter shade. His hair was swept back, tucked behind one ear and his shoes were shined from polishing spells.

Under one arm, he held an elegantly wrapped package, seeming a bit heavy and rather thick. In the crook of the other was a magical money tree, actually luck charms placed on it, though the strength varied by plant and the luck only seemed to revolve around the home.

Stepping into the floo, he called out Anthony's address, landing without a stumble in the man's fireplace.

"Hello?"

( Owl to Anthony )

( Owl to Nicholas )

Who: Open to all Witches and Wizards
What: A garden party celebrating post-Mathwall times and trying to unite everyone
When: Friday the 30th of May, 2008, 11:30 a.m. until rather late
Where: Vaisey Manor and Estate
Rating: TBD
Status: Open; incomplete

Vaisey Manor and Estate was flourishing in life. Tall trees dotted the lawn, there was a rich walled in garden with a maze beyond, and an open field off to one side clear to the night sky. The house itself was fitting of its surroundings--old brick and dark woods that could have given it an almost sinister appearance if not for the bright lights shining in almost every window.

The rich, plush furniture that normally adorned Vaisey Manor was now transfigured and stored out of the way, upstairs. Wards were put around the upstairs to keep guests out, and only close friends and those accompanying said friends would find a break from the party up there. Wards had also been places in and around the house--anti-theft measures and safety precautions. After Mathwall, nothing seemed too extreme and so he had a number of experts come in and make sure to provide wards that would stay solidly in place. If anything were to happen, the entire house could be locked down if necessary.

Every room, as well as the expansive grounds, were filled with white chairs around round tables covered in sand-coloured silken fabric. In the middle was a single tower sandcastle, a little window carved through it, and an intricate design of summer flowers etches up the sides. Gradually, the etches flowers flowed into the real flowers that separated the base from the tablecloth, almost giving the appearance of it being one whole piece. The flowers were mixes of bright oranges and yellows, purples and pinks, Asiatic lilies and Dutch tulips, irises and chrysanthemums.

Royal lilies, sunflowers, Gerbera daisies, gladiolus, Dendrobium orchids, and hibiscus flowers in similar bright shades seemed to be everywhere--filling tall vases inside, covering lattice work and bushes outside, in garlands in trees. Everything seemed to be about the summer and joy and the richness of life.

Trays floated through the crowds due to house elf magic, providing an offering of finger sandwiches, appetizers, and champagne as well as red and white wines. Whenever a tray emptied, it would quickly be refilled, any dirty dishes left behind would instantly disappear, and messes were gone so quickly it was almost as though they never happened.

Who: Anthony Goldstein and OPEN
Where: Revenge (a gay club in Brighton)
When: Friday night
What: ???
Rating: TBD
Status: Open; in progress

Anthony sipped his dirty martini as he gazed out of the large plate glass windows. The Brighton pier shined peacefully in the distance which juxtaposed with the loud and thumping music inside of the club. It wasn't his first visit to the place but it was the first time he'd seen it so busy. Both floors seemed to be packed with wall to wall people and now that he wasn't dancing the crowd was beginning to make Anthony feel claustrophobic. He smiled as he rubbed the ice cold glass against his sweaty forehead but quickly turned around when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Who: Anthony Goldstein and Euphemia Borage
Where: Anthony's office
When: Saturday, April 19, in bold daylight (or broad, even)
What: Euphemia has a Brilliant Idea.
Rating: TBD
Status: Open; in progress

"Goldstein," she said and her voice was urgent as she pushed the door open. It rattled against the wall as Euphemia moved into the room, her step almost a bounce. "Healer Goldstein, I mean. I've had a Brilliant Idea. Or a thought. Or whatever you want to call it but we can't just sit here."

He appeared to have been concentrating on something and so she paused, leaning against the door and surveying the room to be sure that she hadn't just managed to break in on a private conversation of some sort. Or a consultation. Borage had a terrible habit of walking in on prostate exams - something that had resulted, she thought, in St. Mungo's grateful handoff of her to the Regulators. The truth was, when something needed to be done immediately, it simply needed doing and Euphemia had little time to wait for niceties in her position.