Regulation and Control

((OOC: Follows this RP.))

( Tightly warded Owl to Theodore Nott )

( Owl to Lavender )

Who: Theo Nott and Graham Pritchard
What: Making contact.
When: Wednesday, June 25 (Date Changed)
Where: The Bodleian Library
Rating: PG for possible content
Status: Closed, complete


The Bodleian, Theo thought with some irritation, was widely overrated, generally by the sort of cretin who wouldn't know a book if it bit them and didn't understand the difference between libraries, or perhaps felt that every library had the feel of a warehouse, so why should a literal warehouse not be appropriate to be a library?

It wasn't his fault that they were soulless cretins; it wasn't even his fault that they were still alive, but there was something about watching the vacuous herds of tourists, sheparded through Duke Humphrey's library with no idea that they should actually be silent while they were at it - even those that tried to be quiet were loud in their movements - because they might as well be touring the set of EastEnders as in a library.

Mentally, he added icecream smudges to all of their faces, at least the ones not already in possession of them; it worked very well. And with a slight smile, he went past Duke Humphrey's and up into the Bodleian proper.

( You're arrogant to think that you matter so much that I would spend my time chasing you. )

Who: Theo Nott and Katie Jones
What: A not-so-very-chance meeting.
When: June 25, night
Where: La Scala, a lost theatre in Brixton
Rating: PG for present tense.
Status: Closed, complete

Headlights glitter across the windows behind the woman as she walks, her shadow breaking the beams that follow her. With a shrug, Katie tugs the back of her hooded sweatshirt over her head as she turns into the alley, keeping her light hair from catching the light as it tries to stalk her. A slip and a half-step and she'll be nearing the street on which she suspects she'd find the man she's looking for.

A window above her opens and the sound of harsh syllables floats across the alley. She takes advantage of the distraction to make another turn as car doors open and slam behind her. Her trainers press down in the mud, feet slam into a puddle, the squishing sound of the sole echoing in her ears as she started to run. Her breath catches, then quickens, as she whips around another corner, her hair flying from the hood.

Palms flattening against an unknown door, she slips inside an empty building, eyes lifting as she sees the height of the ceilings, cobwebs drifting down against her face. A faint cough escapes her mouth. Her head turns to examine the place that she's come.

( I don't do trust well. )

( Owl to Theodore Nott, heavily warded )

Who: Theo Nott and Severus Snape
What: Meeting after a very long time. Presumably no crack.
When: Monday, June 23
Where: Near Penzance
Rating: PG for possible content
Status: Closed, incomplete

There was no sense of the school about this trip, for which Theo was both pleased and, obscurely, disappointed. On the whole, he felt there shouldn't be, but his mind had been prepared for the possibility, and it was, apparently, harder to shake that mode of thought than he'd expected he would.

But the house - the whole area - was nice, he noted, and he couldn't really supress the smile at the consternation of the other students if they'd seen this. It was probably not customary for Snape's visitors to see the house from the outside, but Theo had had one too many run-ins with one-way Apparation traps over the years to want to go into something without knowing exactly where out was.

Another old habit that hadn't died yet, that thought that anyone might be a betrayer, even if it was someone he trusted as implicitly as the professor.

He tapped on the door on that somewhat ambiguous note, wondering - a little uneasily - what might be on the other side, and not just the possibilities trained into him by the war.

( STRONGLY Warded owls to Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott )

Who: Theodore Nott and Zacharias Smith
Where: Near the Brixton Windmill
When: Thursday, April 17, during the school/work day
What: Hm. Chance encounter. Or so Zach thinks. *cue evil music here*
Rating: TBD for hot monkeysex
Status: Open; in progress

His back was pressed against the park bench as he laid on, long legs curled up so that he could rest his sketchbook on his knees. The windmill was casting long shadows against the paper, making it difficult to see the paler lines grazing the page and Zach increased the pressure, making every line thicker and darker as he watched the turbines tilting with the wind. It was a brilliant day, the sun so sharp and clear that it burnt the eye and he blinked hard as the shutters of shadow flickered against his face.

In the distance, the sound of sirens ruptured the peace, blaring, wheeling lights shining against the tips of his battered trainers, flashes of yellow and blue against the pavement. Airplanes roared overhead, the slapping sound of a jump rope hit ground, the choking acid of smoke tarred his lungs as he breathed it all in. For all of that, Brixton was comfortable in a way that the alleys of Diagon would never be. It reminded him of home.

Who: Theo Nott and Severus Snape
What: Letters
When: Beginning in 2006, continuing to present
day
Where: England
Rating: PG
Status: Closed, in progress

( Letters )