Regulation and Control

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."

( Warded Owl to Harry Potter )

( Warded owl to Seamus )

( Heavily Warded Owl to Seamus Finnigan )

( Elf delivered message to Draco Malfoy )

( Message delivered by elf to Draco Malfoy )

( Heavily Warded Owl to Seamus Finnigan )

( Owl to Lisa Turpin )

( Owl for Seamus Finnigan )

( Owl to Draco Malfoy )

( Heavily warded owl to Katie Jones )

( warded owl to Seamus Finnigan )

Who: Seamus Finnigan and Draco Malfoy
What: Chance meetings and unexpected opportunities.
Where: Diagon Alley
When: July 21st, afternoon
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Closed; complete

"Closed? Why the fuck would a bloody shop be closed on a fucking Monday afternoon?" He asked the locked door of the Magical Menagerie. With an exasperated sigh he lit a cigarette and clenched it between his lips. He'd heard the Menagerie had gotten in a new shipment of fluorescent lion fish and wanted to be the first to take his pick. It didn't look like that would happen today. "Oh well," he muttered breathlessly. The shopkeeper would know to keep a few of the good ones for him anyway. Seamus certainly did enough business there to warrant special treatment.

Who: Seamus Finnigan and OPEN
Where: A random tube station
When: Evening, April 25th
What: Fiddling
Rating: TBA
Status: Open; incomplete

The bow slid easily over the steel strings of Seamus' fiddle as he began yet another jaunty Irish dance tune. Most Irish music was good for dancing, fiddle music in particular. Seamus' favorite quote stated that the violin sang but the fiddle danced. Fiddling required just as much just as much skill as playing violin music but was primarily learned by ear. That thought made him smile. He couldn't even read music.

Having already dropped their money into his open case, the tourists waved a good-bye and went to find their train. He'd made money in this manner after his parents were murdered and he was left to support his sister. You could actually make decent money on a busy weekday. As the doors of the train closed the tune promptly faded. He didn't need the money anymore. His days of playing until his fingers bled were long gone but he still came down here. It reminded him of a simpler time.

( Owl to Zach Smith )

Who: Charlie and Seamus, possibly OT Harry
What: Drinks and talk
When: Saturday evening
Where: A pub in wizarding London, not far from Scamander Park
Status: Closed, incomplete.

A man and a dog wandered into the Knut and Sickle a bit after six. The man looked round for Seamus Finnigan. The canine sniffed, and not smelling what he was seeking, trotted toward the bar, expecting the man to follow, which he did. A few minutes and an exchange of the coinage for which the establishment was named for a bottle and three glasses later, the man slid into a tall wooden booth that had a clear line of sight to the door and all of the windows. The dog settled by his feet and occasionally looked up, as if he were checking everyone who walked in to make sure of them somehow.

The man seemed to be reading a book to pass the time until whoever he was waiting for arrived, but the carefully observant would see that he never actually seemed to turn the page.