snakeskins (snakeskins) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-02-13 23:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | bastian maddox, mickey nunez |
Who: Bastian Maddox and Mickey Nunez
When: Monday, February 14, early evening.
Where: Memphis, Tennessee. An indoor ice rink.
What: Mickey's trying to convince herself that Bastian isn't pure evil. The result: a meeting at a location with lockers, so that they can secure their wands. No, there's no way this can end badly at all, why do you ask?
Rating: Uhhh. Bastian intends for it to stay 'G?' We'll see.
At six o'clock on Valentine's Day, a young man stood outside of a Memphis ice rink. He seemed to be waiting on someone, since others came and went while he held a post by the entrance.
Bastian was dressed completely inappropriately for actual skating, unless said skating was to be followed by fifties costume party. At a country club. He didn't seem to care. Bastian had decided long ago that he wasn't going to worry about other people's comfort. If he did that, he'd never be true to himself. However, he did make a concession to Mickey's peace-of-mind; he stood out in the open, his hands where they could be easily seen. Voldemort hated every moment of the wait, of course. He wanted a look at his old nemesis, but he was vastly displeased with the idea of forfeiting his advantage and he absolutely did not want to disarm.
To keep his reincarnate happy(ish), a concession had been made. Bastian had gotten there forty-five minutes early and had scoped the place out, from the lockers to all available exits. If this were an ambush, he was convinced he knew at least three ways out of the building. The front entrance was another strategic pick. The large glass windows looked in on a busy lobby. Even if Mickey proved to be dishonest, Harry was absurdly noble. Bastian was convinced that Potter would not start a fire-fight where innocent people could be hurt.
He tried not to check his watch. Bastian wasn't particularly patient, but he'd been the one who'd chosen to get there early.