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Regulus Black ([info]vagueconspiracy) wrote in [info]shards_of_time,
@ 2008-10-11 19:07:00

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WHO: Gellert and Albus
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Wherever the wind takes us!
WHAT: Clearly I did not think this through.



Gellert was frustrated beyond all reason. The search for the Hallows had stalled, thanks to being catapulted into the future. All the trails had gone cold, he didn't even know where to begin to look for new information, and he was beginning to fear that it might be hopeless.

Obviously, it was vital that they return to their own time.

"Obviously," he said, pacing on the sidewalk in Hogsmeade, where they had come to enjoy the quaint village atmosphere because it was so crowded in the Ministry housing, "it is vital that we return to our own time."

Gellert paused and tapped a finger against his lips. He was wearing his jeans again, mostly because he could, and a rather fuzzy sweater that he feared made him look silly but which was quite warm. "But," he mused. "How to manage this. Perhaps! You should get a job in the Department of Mysteries."


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[info]vagueconspiracy
2008-10-18 11:37 pm UTC (link)
Gellert smiled, mostly to himself, when Albus touched him, turning his head to rub his nose against his friend's arm, bright hair flashing in the sunlight. Yep, palm of his hand, and he was glad of it. Albus was his, and not going anywhere anytime soon. Not if Gellert could help it.

And he could help it, because he knew which buttons to push. He looked up as they approached the tree and clicked his tongue against his teeth. "You distracted me," he said, affecting a wounded demeanour. "I was going to buy proper apples and you distracted me because you want to see me do manual labour. I will get dirty and I might die. I hope you are satisfied."

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