V (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} amaninamask) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2011-01-22 10:15:00 |
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What: From Shadow Gallery to Guildhall
Where: Guildhall, NOLA, USA
When: About 6 hours after he came in, on Friday, Jan 21, 2011
Warnings: Possible swearing and superfluous verbosity.
V had the presence of mind to make an extra batch of cookies, and calling out for a courier to send the first batch to Penelope's flat, safe in a tin wrapped in the color printed first page of a newspaper and a silk ribbon with a tag with his trademark V signature, he packed up the second tin full of cookies and made sure that he had his wig and mask on straight before starting out of the flat to the closest portkey.
He hadn't expected the pull to his navel that it gave him, nor the fact that it landed him precisely three inches higher than the ground, but he caught himself gracefully and he walked down the long drive of Guildhall, smiling under the mask, though it didn't show except for the way his movements had some bounce to them. He knocked gently at the front door and put his free hand behind his back, and the tin of cookies against his chest, to show that he came bearing gifts.
He hadn't expected the pull to his navel that it gave him, nor the fact that it landed him precisely three inches higher than the ground, but he caught himself gracefully and he walked down the long drive of Guildhall, smiling under the mask, though it didn't show except for the way his movements had some bounce to them. He knocked gently at the front door and put his free hand behind his back, and the tin of cookies against his chest, to show that he came bearing gifts.