The Last Station

Sent to: Stewart Ackerly, Katie Bell, Lucian Bole, Dan Bradley, Lavender Brown, James Cadwallader, Serena Capper, Asher Chambers, Merrill Davies-Urquhart, Roger Davies-Urquhart, Maxwell Derrick, Julian Dorny, Fera Dunstan, Marietta Edgecombe, Marcus Flint, Victoria Frobisher, Hermione Granger, Astoria Greengrass, Angelina Johnson, Megan Jones, Viktor Krum, Alexei Levski, Aidan Lynch, Morag MacDougal-Levski, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Malfoy, Cormac McLaggen, Eloise Midgen, Graham Montague, Gwendolyn Montgomery, Isabel Moon, Pansy Parkinson, Jimmy Peakes, Harry Potter, Adrian Pucey, Orla Quirke, Jack Sloper, Zacharias Smith, Alicia Spinnet, Sebastien Summerby, Lisa Turpin, Jacob Vaisey, Romilda Vane, Myron Wagtail, Ginny Weasley, Blaise Zabini



When the envelope is opened, a burst of magic fireworks and all-too-real glitter explodes from within. The illustrated flames on the invitation itself are charmed to flicker with light, hissing and popping like a real campfire.

Enclosed with the owl is a small vial of light purple liquid and a piece of parchment with the Blishen's logo sealing it.

Dear Blishen's Customer:

We are once again extremely sorry for the mishap with our latest brew. Rest assured this is not a regular occurrence with Blishen's products, and we hope this has not soured you on our whiskey.

We have enclosed with this owl the antidote. Please drink it at the soonest. It should work once both parties have imbibed the concoction.

If you have any problems, please do not hesitate to let us know.


Very sincerely yours,

Ermengarde Blishwick
Director of Customer Happiness
Blishen's

Included in the owl is a small package containing freshly washed boxers and other clothes, including the following note:

Could just do what I do and walk around naked.

A crumpled piece of parchment, torn from Kate's journal, unwittingly bears her question on one side and this conversation on the other. The subject of the debate is unclear.

You work out in the off-season, Handsome? Because I could do with a run.

Who: Lucian + Open (Slytherins, Hydras teammates, shags)
What: Party
When: Tonight at 9pm on
Where: Noctis in London
Rating: NSFW (it's Lucian. It's bound to be.)
Status: Ongoing

Nine o'clock was early for Lucian, but he knew he was friends with people who would be dozing off around the 10pm mark, so he gave in and allotted them an hour to participate. Any earlier, however, and he would need to include proper food and turn the affair into a dinner party, which he was not interested in.

Noctis was a wizarding establishment located in the heart of London, an abandoned-looking, boarded up shack in the middle of bright neon lights and the loud music of Muggle nightclubs, that caters only to wizarding clientele, run by an old family friend of the Boles. Half the club was allocated for Lucian's party, the dance floor full of scantily clad women and a handful of equally good-looking men. There were appetizers and small snacks, of course, but Lucian had made sure the bar was open for everyone.

Who: Lucian and Isabel
What: A visit
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: Isabel's house
Rating: Low
Status: Ongoing

The last time Lucian had visited Isabel here, she'd gone into labour. There was no risk of that now, since his goddaughter Lyla was around. He strolled up her apartment, whistling a tune and swinging a toy broom-- one of his gifts-- in his hand.

"Izzy?"

Who: Hermione and Lucian
What: A confrontation
When: This evening
Where: The Three Broomsticks
Rating: Low
Status: Complete

"If you ask me," Lucian said in conclusion, "this is a piss-poor village and a pathetic excuse for the use of those funds. Did you say they were taxpayer money? Because I'm sure they're just going to shops no one visits and people who don't know the first thing about running anything. The program head's a joke and the ones who have lived here all their lives don't even like all the new residents."

He took one final swig of his drink and shook his head. "I can't wait until I get traded out of this hell hole," he said, leaning forward and putting on the charm and dialing it to eleven. "You'll help with that, won't you, Rita?"

Rita Skeeter murmured her assurances, but it wasn't long after that she glanced at the time and excused herself, patting his cheek for agreeing to meet her when he did.

"Hey, anytime," he said, waving her off. She'd been interested in how he'd been adjusting in the village and had implied she'd write something up that would make other teams take notice. That interview ended forty-five minutes ago, with Rita setting down her quill and parchment to ask him, friend to friend, how he was really doing. Until she'd asked Lucian didn't realise just to what extent he longed to leave, but he found the exchange alleviated a lot of his frustration.

He signaled for the check, eager to pay for his half of the meal and get back to his flat. Maybe Gwendolyn was free. Or Katie. Maybe even Lavender.

Who: Lavender and Lucian
What: A 'conversation'
When: Tuesday, 7pm
Where: Three Broomsticks
Rating: NSFW
Status: ongoing Complete

Lavender wasn't a fool and clearly understood the suggestive undertones of Lucian's words on the journal. While she wasn't sure just how proper it was to be fooling around with co-workers, she had a hard time turning down attention. It was probably her biggest personality flaw. But there was no harm in drinks, right? So long as it was just drinks...

Despite the fact that she was on a bad dry spell (it had only been a couple months...) she mentally told herself to not have sex with Lucian (even though he was so hot!) as she entered the pub. She didn't spot him yet, and grabbed a seat, waiting for him to arrive.

( Sent to Hydras Staff & Teammates; Lisa Turpin Photography )

( On display throughout the village )

WHO | Katie Bell and Lucian Bole.
WHEN | The early evening of Tuesday, April 1.
WHERE | The Magic Neep (Hogsmeade).
WHAT | Lucian displays his unchivalrous side.
RATING | TBD? Medium? Potentially higher?
STATUS | Ongoing.

Katie wasn't sure she could eat egg on toast for the fifth evening in a row. But the state of her basket suggested she would have to -- there were Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, biscuits, butterbeer, chocolate frogs, crisps... in short, the most important items in the shop.

Who: Lucian and Katie
What: Name guessing
When: Tonight
Where: 3G Main Street
Rating: NSFW
Status: Ongoing

One thing Lucian will give Hogsmeade credit for is the number of beautiful witches who called it home. This witch, whose name remained a mystery to Lucian as much as his was to her, was the first he'd managed to pull from the journals, but he was sure it was only a matter of time before others followed.

As soon as Lucian got an address he yanked on a thin grey shirt, a black hoodie, and faded pants. The weather was finally to the point that a quick stroll across the entirety of Hogsmeade-- no more than a ten-minute trip, at most-- wasn't too cold for that outfit, and he made it to the witch's flat in almost no time at all, knocking on 3G's door.

Who: Lucian and Isabel
What: A visit
When: This afternoon
Where: Isabel's home
Rating: Low
Status: Ongoing

It was in Lucian's general experience that people who usually came back home from hospital may or may not have dietary restrictions placed upon them. Whether they followed them or not was up to them, of course, and Lucian was the kind of person who'd advocate fucking the rules and doing as you pleased, but in this case, Pea was involved and even he knew that babies were out of his depth.

He instead settled for a fruit basket from The Magic Neep, and flowers besides-- a festive array of purple daisies and pink carnations and yellow bells-- knocking on the door and greeting Isabel's boyfriend jovially before he went up to see her.

"There she is!" he said with a smile. "How are we feeling?"

Who: Anyone in the Hydras' organization!

What: Marcus's Birthday Party!

When:Wednesday, after practice.

Where: On the Bertie Bott's stadium Quidditch pitch.

Rating: Low, I'd assume.

Status: Ongoing!

( Harry Birthday to you... )

Owls to Caleb, Megan, and Jimmy

Hey, I'm sorry this is late notice, but can one of you do Izzy's morning shifts with Megan? We're in hospital; Pea tried to arrive a little earlier. Izzy's fine, but she's on bedrest for now.

Thanks
Zacharias


Owls to Tracey, Millicent, Lucian, Marcus and Theodore

Just so you know, Pea almost arrived tonight. Izzy's fine-- the Healer is putting her on bed rest and we're going back tomorrow-- but if you have time to drop by the next few days I think she'd really appreciate that.

Thanks,
Zacharias

WHO | Individuals who received an invitation.
WHEN | Wednesday, March 19.
WHERE | Dragon Barrel Brewery.
WHAT | A feast and libations in honor of Adrian Pucey's birth.
RATING | TBD.
STATUS | Ongoing.

Dragon Barrel Brewery, well-weathered when Merrill's grandfather was younger than he was now, wore its age well. Its private room was modern, with original details that paid homage to its successful past. And as was appropriate at any gathering between friends, the liquor flowed freely, the open bar Merrill's last-minute nod to hospitality. The meal was sorted, as well, and the atmosphere casual, jovial.

Owls to Lucian Bole, Lavender Brown, Millicent Bulstrode, Roger Davies-Urquhart, Tracey Davis, Maxwell Derrick, Julian Dorny, Fera Dunstan, Marcus Flint, Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy, Eloise Midgen, Graham Montague, Gwendolyn Montgomery, Isabel Moon, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Zacharias Smith, Sebastien Summerby, Caleb Warrington, and Blaise Zabini

Who: Maxwell and Lucian
What: Wingmen
When: Late tonight, after the concert
Where: London
Rating: SFW
Status: Ongoing

Lucian had volunteered to do a quick gig at Myron Wagtail's concert that Friday evening, so he and Max weren't able to leave until later that night. It was perfectly fine, in Lucian's opinion; often Friday nights in downtown London didn't pick up until later anyway, and they were men on a mission. Or at least, Lucian was. He was determined to make sure all of Chelsea's worst nightmares about what her ex-husband did in his spare time all came true. Debauchery, sex, alcohol, drugs if they were to be had-- Max would have a taste of it all. Lucian hoped neither of them made it back home that night, but if they absolutely had to, there was always the Knight Bus.

He found Maxwell after his part with Myron Wagtail was over, eager to leave the concert now and get started in London sooner. The pair of them Apparated to one of their usual spots in London, in an alley behind a quiet butcher shop that was out of place in a strip of street lined with bars and clubs, each lit with neon lights and thrumming with various kinds of music.

"Pick your poison, my friend," Lucian declared, already yelling even though they hadn't even entered one of the establishments yet. There were some whose doors were open, providing the two of them with a peek inside, the street dimly lit but far from empty, with pairs and groups of men and women all dressed in tight clothes, low necklines, and high hemlines. Even as Lucian smirked appreciatively at a passing redhead and her equally attractive brunette friend, he told Max, "Tonight's your night."

Owl sent to: Myron Wagtail
Duplicate copies sent to: Dan Bradley, Lavender Brown


( Owl to Myron )

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Owls sent to: Sebastien Summerby, Marcus Flint, Alexei Levski, Ginny Weasley, Fera Dunstan, and Lucian Bole
Duplicate copies sent to: Dan Bradley, Lavender Brown

( Hello Hydras )

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Owl sent to: Lisa Turpin
Duplicate copies sent to: Dan Bradley, Lavender Brown

( Owl to Lisa )

Who: Gwen and Lucian
What: Booty call?
When: Tuesday evening/Wednesday morning, just after this
Where: Lucian's
Rating: NC17 probably, starting low
Status: Ongoing

( Gwendolyn wondered what it was about Lucian that had her heading over that late at night )

WHO: Maxwell and Lucian.
WHEN: Backdated to Monday 3rd of March
WHERE: Three Broomsticks
WHAT: Friends meet for a drink.
RATING: PG.. I think.


( *sighs* )