Regulation and Control

( Owl to Graham Pritchard )

( Owl to Graham Pritchard )

( Owl to Rabbit Tuor )

( Warded Owl to Graham Pritchard )

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.

Who: Ian Twittlefoot and Graham Pritchard
What: Visiting hours. Secrets kept. Memories repressed. (Who knows, it keeps shifting. *g*)
When: Monday, July 28, evening
Where: St. Mungo's
Rating: TBD
Status: Open; in progress

The laces on his boots were hanging off the toes as Graham stared at them. He couldn't remember how they went together and he quirked his mouth as he tugged on one, then the another. With a sigh, he lifted his right foot and gripped a lace in each hand, then began to wrap them around one another until they made a perfect spiral. Releasing, he watched as the laces began to slacken when he put his foot on the floor.

Putting his foot back up on the chair, he started trying again. Why can't I bloody do this?

Who: Charlie Weasley, Harry Potter, Ben Dunstan, Finn McGill, Fred Holden, Graham Pritchard, Armour Golem Things, Faceless Nameless Unspeakables and bombs.
What: This is a Rescue Mission
Where: Air ducts, the Department of Mysteries, the Streets of London
When: Late night. Saturday 26th July into early morning Sunday 27th July.
Rating: PG-13 (it's Mission:Impossible)
Status: Closed;Complete

( Harry stunned him again, aware of the possible damage to the mind beyond the memory for such a rapid follow spell, but there was no time. )

Who: Fred Holden & Graham Pritchard
What: Knitting and Bake Sales (what do you think they're going to get up to?)
Where: Fred's cell, Space division, DoM
When: Early evening, Wednesday, 23rd July
Rating: PG-13 for language, I'm sure
Status: Closed; Complete

They'd removed the bed during the time she was gone. At some point after Rabbit had proved he was more avian than lagomorph Fred had decided again she couldn't risk these people learning too much about her. They'd clipped her nails so short she couldn't wait for them to grow back and she couldn't reach any major arteries with her teeth. Instead she'd started to pull apart the bed frame she hadn't been utilising for sleeping anyway. When they'd found her about to dig into her flesh with a sharp, twisted piece of metal they had gassed her and she'd spent all the hours between then and now in a sensory deprivation tank. Where muggles hadn't quite gotten the full submersion technique down, wizards had. Fred, cat afraid of water, had spent over forty-eight hours in a massive tank filled with salt water. She couldn't even find the walls to pound against. No, she just floated there, suspended, unable to move. She'd been blindfolded and had a bubble-head charm done on her so she could breathe. Other things they'd done had hurt, but that was the only thing that had scared her. Fred had spent more than two days terrified. Maybe they thought they'd broken her with it. Maybe she'd let them continue to think that. Or maybe they really had and she was just lying to herself thinking they hadn't.

All that was left in her room was that jumpsuit she still hadn't put on, the sink, the toilet and a new mattress. They'd replaced the old one with a futon, presumably because it didn't have any springs. She had been unconscious when she was dumped on the cold, concrete floor. By the time she woke up there was a tray of cold slop masquerading as food. It wasn't even that bad as far as food went, if you were human. Two days of not eating anything had taken a huge toll on Fred, though, and the meagre attempt at meat on the plate wasn't going to do much of anything for her. So instead she glared at it and curled up on the new mattress, shivering from the drop in her body temperature but remaining too stubborn to put that stupid jumpsuit on.

Who: Seren Fawcett & Graham Pritchard
What: Trying to fix things, lessons gone wrong and hypothetical children
Where: Asgard
When: BACKDATED! Monday, 14th July
Rating: PG
Status: Closed; Complete

( He wondered if she'd notice how much of his skin on the right hand was new, regrown after the war. )

( Tightly warded Owl to William Burke )

Who: Everrett Mac and Graham Pritchard
What: Discussion of test subject WH-L-11
When: Sunday, July 20
Where: the breakroom in Mysteries
Rating: TBD, minimum PG for language
Status: Open; in progress

The coffee was bad, but it would always be bad, Graham reflected as he stared down in it. It was the kind of cheap liquid that resembled an oil spill more than a proper cup of java - he could see a sheen of blue capping the top and he hesitated for a moment before slugging it down. But only for a moment.

He'd been in the office all weekend, dealing with Space, dealing with the new capture, and still hadn't managed to go in and speak with the subject directly. No, for that he'd need a glamour - the Space Commissioner certainly did not go into a warded cell with his identity clearly displayed. There had been escapes in his predecessor's time. Investigations. Pritchard wanted none of that.

( Owl to Raphael Crane )

( Warded owl to Graham Pritchard )

( Internal - and warded to Mysteries - Memo sent to all Space Unspeakables )

Who: Odin, Seren Fawcett & Graham Pritchard
What: Trying to get home
Where: Valhalla, Asgard
When: Wednesday evening, 16th July
Rating: G
Status: Closed;Complete

( I'd hoped Bifröst could be utilised to get the two of you home easily, but it cannot )

Who: Seren Fawcett and Graham Pritchard
What: While investigating the city, Graham and Seren start to realize that they have more differences than they might have expected.
Where: Asgard
When: Sunday morning, July 13
Rating: PG
Status: Closed; Complete

Seren kept getting distracted by the play of magic along her skin. Everywhere she went she could feel it thrum against her like the vibrations of loud music. It was almost enough to distract her from the sun's reflection off the flecks of gold that was woven into every building and structure in sight. Luckily, when they'd first made it into the city someone had come to find them. They all were like the Norn, with skin like silver and gold and pewter and hair to match and eyes like gemstones. If they hadn't been sought out Seren likely would have been too distracted by her desire to explore to ever find somewhere to sleep. Though they'd been found, shown to a room, given clothes since all they had was what they wore, and then told basic information about the city. Things like how you could drink from the fountains but people really didn't appreciate it if you went splashing about in them and that no one in Asgard had seen a human in so long that the pair of them were likely to be stared at by all they encountered. They were even warned that some inquisitive types may question them endlessly out of curiosity. And then they were released, instructed to call on Hakon, the man who'd found them and explained everything, if they needed anything or got turned around. Oddly he did not explain how to call to him and Seren had been left to assume she could do so through the magic that always swirled around her.

( Love is not enough to hold people together... )

Who: Seren Fawcett & Graham Pritchard
What: Meeting the Norn: Fates and Complications
Where: The Well of Wyrd
When: Saturday morning, 12th July
Rating: PG-13
Status: Closed;Complete

( Their souls touch. Lightly now. And they will join, when the other allows it. )

Who: Graham Pritchard and Astoria Greengrass
What: Consummation of a bargain
When: BACKDATED to Thursday night, after Astoria's encounter with Snape
Where: A park near Mathwall
Rating: PG, because it's all Mysteries backstabby stuffs.

( He didn't hurt me. )

Who: Seren Fawcett and Graham Pritchard
What: They find themselves elsewhere.
Where: Another realm
When: Friday night, 11th July
Rating: PG
Status: Closed;Complete

Graham had wanted to go but Seren wouldn't leave the hill. She had to know. She needed confirmation. She'd noticed the unbelievably enormous tree. The hill they were on. The field surrounding it. The two building in the field. And then she'd noticed the glittering of a city that seemed to form a ring around the field. Way off in the distance she'd seen the stone wall and that was what had clicked it into place.

( Now we wait. )

Who: Seren Fawcett, Graham Pritchard, cameo by Pester
What: Delivering the Poetic and Prose Eddas
Where: Graham's flat and then ???
When: Friday night, 11th July
Rating: PG
Status: Closed;Complete

( Oh...bloody hell. )

Who: Seren Fawcett and Graham Pritchard
What: The war, space, cheese, Charlie's Monkey Imperius Curse, and general flirting.
When: Saturday, July 5 (Backdated)
Where: Graham's flat
Rating: PG for a bit of snogging and mild language
Status: Closed; complete
Part two of two

"Why did you leave?" Graham asked, his fingers resting on her thigh for a moment, tracing imagined scars through the fabric of her skirt. "Or did you leave, truly? You speak of it like nothing or no one else and you're always on the verge of going back." He wondered whether it was for this bloke, Radu, of which she had so often written but that didn't seem to be it at all. No, he thought that perhaps it was for the land itself - the trees and the grass and the stones. He knew what it was to love a land, to find in it the peace that you could never obtain from people.

( In a way I will always be in Romania... )

Who: Seren Fawcett and Graham Pritchard
What: Discussion of Seren’s becoming an unspeakable, recent events, the war, space, experimentation (on test subjects! Get your minds out of the gutter, people!), and general flirting.
When: Saturday, July 5 (Backdated)
Where: Graham’s flat
Rating: PG for a bit of snogging and mild language
Status: Closed; complete

Part one of two

He was curled up in the corner of his couch as he sat. For once, Graham was not reading despite the stack of books that teetered next to the sofa, threatening to collapse with a slight touch. Instead, he was staring into the distance, his mind considering everything that Seren had said, and Trout, and trying to find the place between where he could make his fear and his wishes mesh, or if such a thing was even possible.

His head rested against his arms as he leaned forward. Seren had said that she'd accepted the position after speaking to MacFadden and not before. It surprised him that she believed in his promises, regardless. Had she not chosen the offer, MacFadden could have simply Obliviated her silly. It was easy to agree to a thing when you had the potential to undo it whenever you chose. It was one of the reasons, Pritchard thought to himself, that they'd declared the Obliviation Charm an unforgivable in other parts of the world. There were some things that particular cultures could not agree with.

( There is no definitive line. Everything is situational. Circumstantial. )