Albion T. Nott (![]() ![]() @ 2010-08-12 15:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, [1980-08] august, albion nott |
RP Narrative; Albion Nott & NPC!Tatius Winickus
Who: Albion Nott & NPC!Tatius Winickus
When: 12 August 1980; around 6pm.
Where: Le Secret de la Licorne, Diagon Alley
What: Albion has duties to fulfil for the Dark Lord.
Rating: I for Imperius.
Status: Replace with status.
Albion sincerely loved talkative and easily flattered women. Tatius Winickus’ secretary had even had the bonus of being precisely his type -- well, physically speaking at any rate. Curvy, dark haired, and with a bright smile, although that might be the only aspect of her person that was ‘bright’, she had been easily distracted from his true intention when he had complimented her on her choice of scarf -- it does make the blue in your eyes stand out -- and she had flushed and been flattered and from that point on: a smile, a light touch on her hand, and Albion had uncovered the information he needed: Winickus’ evening schedule. And he supposed that he had been fortunate on that front as well. Reservations at Le Secret de la Licorne for the evening, a table for two, and although it would might be difficult to get a reservation at the same time on such very short notice, Albion suspected it could be manoeuvred. So it was that at approximately five pm, he had found himself in the restaurant perusing both the menu and the older gentleman that sat three or four tables away with his wife. He ordered the duck and waited, appearing to look through a book while he kept his eye on Winickus. Eventually the man would have to get up and leave the crowds and when he did, Albion would follow. And if he didn’t, then Albion would ensure that he needed to do so before the evening was out. There was an additional pleasant distraction in the form of a young witch that was sitting with her fiancé within the line of sight of the Winickus’. Albion allowed his attention to wander, if just slightly, towards the red dress, the black heels and the way they seemed to enhance the curve of her calves. Business, however, and while he might gaze, he did not typically consider a woman that belonged to another man. Such was too complicated when there were so many single women who were interested. Fortunately such drastic matters as creating the need for the man to leave went completely unneeded as Tatius stood towards the end of the meal and made his way towards the toilets. Having waited for precisely such a moment, Albion waited a beat and then followed him. A large potted tree just outside the toilets provided an excellent place to wait and as he waited, he held his wand in his hand loosely, his hand held gently behind his back. There was no one in the area and although he kept one eye on the exits to ensure no one else would come around, such watchfulness was proving unnecessary as the corridor remained deserted. Winickus left the toilets, his eyes down turned as he rubbed a damp towel over a spot on his robes, and thus was Albion’s moment. Wand was pointed towards the thin gentleman, and imperio was cast in his direction. The momentary glaze of the eyes told Albion that his spell had been successful and so the directions were planted. “Lynch. You will vote for Alia Lynch for defence against the Dark Arts.” By the time the young woman in the red dress walked through to the women’s toilets the corridor was empty. |