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The 1988 Wizarding Awards!
presenters & winners!
Free-for-all! Think your character would've been nominated? Go for it! Open for everyone!
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Page Summary
- The 1988 Wizarding Awards!
- D DOBBS
- in the morning post...
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- NEW YEAR'S EVE! OPEN TO ALL!
- D DOBBS
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- The 1987 Wizarding World Awards!
- OWL TO DEREK DOBBS
- New Year's Eve! Open to Everyone & Everywhere!
- POSTED FOR TUESDAY! #nanowrimo
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- Owl to Derek Dobbs
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- Separate owls to Emmeline Vance and Derek Dobbs
- just can't win
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May. 8th, 2017
presenters & winners!
Free-for-all! Think your character would've been nominated? Go for it! Open for everyone!
Mar. 13th, 2017
D DOBBS
Adian looked down at the file in his hands. After five days of exhaustive research, he had managed to produce a profile on a viable lead for the Wilkes case. And it was... that was good, wasn't it? An anomaly in Julian Fawley's routine interview had led Adian to (after two days of in-person investigating) uncover that the other wizard had been lying about where he was the night of Wilkes' murder.
If he had lied about that, what else could he be lying about? It was possible that he could have been more involved with his future fianceé's guardian than he led on, and... and...
His palm curled to grip the file tighter. What he had was actually, legitimate, and viable. Yet---
Adian turned away from Derek's office door, his free hand running up the back of his head. Why was he doing this? Why had he asked for this? His heart, he felt, had clouded a lot of himself in these past few days. Did he really think Fawley had been involved, or was he just trying to make himself feel better because of... her? Winnie had even... told him, after the murder, Julian had...
Adian frowned, tipping his head back as he shut his eyes tight. He couldn't do this. He couldn't, could he? He was too involved, too close, and if he brought this up, then---
With one hand, Adian reached for the door handle; with the other, he slipped the file into the front of his robes.
Gaze low, he shuffled before Dobbs at his desk. Adian tipped his right ear to his shoulder as he took in a silent breath.
"I couldn't come up with anything," he mumbled, lied. Adian was sure to keep his eyes steady on his own feet. "For the Wilkes case."
If he had lied about that, what else could he be lying about? It was possible that he could have been more involved with his future fianceé's guardian than he led on, and... and...
His palm curled to grip the file tighter. What he had was actually, legitimate, and viable. Yet---
Adian turned away from Derek's office door, his free hand running up the back of his head. Why was he doing this? Why had he asked for this? His heart, he felt, had clouded a lot of himself in these past few days. Did he really think Fawley had been involved, or was he just trying to make himself feel better because of... her? Winnie had even... told him, after the murder, Julian had...
Adian frowned, tipping his head back as he shut his eyes tight. He couldn't do this. He couldn't, could he? He was too involved, too close, and if he brought this up, then---
With one hand, Adian reached for the door handle; with the other, he slipped the file into the front of his robes.
Gaze low, he shuffled before Dobbs at his desk. Adian tipped his right ear to his shoulder as he took in a silent breath.
"I couldn't come up with anything," he mumbled, lied. Adian was sure to keep his eyes steady on his own feet. "For the Wilkes case."
Feb. 21st, 2017
Jan. 11th, 2017
WHO: 2 lovers
WHAT: 😬
WHERE: wales!
WHEN: today!
( There was a sharp pounding in his ears that Caradoc had never quite experienced before. )
WHAT: 😬
WHERE: wales!
WHEN: today!
( There was a sharp pounding in his ears that Caradoc had never quite experienced before. )
Dec. 29th, 2016
Oct. 26th, 2016
D DOBBS
At the end of Winnifred Llewellyn's statement interview, Kera placed a comforting hand on Llewellyn's shoulder. Forehead furrowed, eyes full of understanding, she agreed with Winnifred; not even the early morning hour could help one swallow such a gruesome scene of murder in your own home. Would she like a cup of tea to help settle her nerves? After producing a small, steaming teacup for Winnifred by her wand, Kera promised to return soon after speaking with a few other Ministry officials on the scene.
"She's lying," Kera murmured a few moments later, all signs of sympathy gone from her face as she stood before Derek. Brought onto the scene by Dobbs, she felt it good will (and right considering their recent partnership on the Williams case) to inform him of whatever information she could suss from this frankly strange development. Wilkes had never been convicted of any wrongdoing while alive, but rumors and beliefs of his nefarious involvement in the war ran deep within the DMLE. How he could be murdered in his own home in such a way, with Winnifred Llewellyn, while for the most part vicious but nonetheless harmless, left untouched...
Kera glanced over her shoulder, following Derek's gaze back to Llewellyn through the doorway. Her eyes skipped over the covered body on the ground, the other witches and wizards collecting what evidence they could. A hard line formed across Kera's brow as her eyes rested upon the large cat nestled beside Winnie in her chair. It had not been there moments ago.
"I've seen that cat before," Kera said, voice laced with a foreign understanding. For, she found she could not know why she felt that to be true, the skip to understanding just barely out of reach. It settled like a cloudy, missing link in her mind. She shook her head and turned back to stare up at Derek. "Have you seen that cat before?"
"She's lying," Kera murmured a few moments later, all signs of sympathy gone from her face as she stood before Derek. Brought onto the scene by Dobbs, she felt it good will (and right considering their recent partnership on the Williams case) to inform him of whatever information she could suss from this frankly strange development. Wilkes had never been convicted of any wrongdoing while alive, but rumors and beliefs of his nefarious involvement in the war ran deep within the DMLE. How he could be murdered in his own home in such a way, with Winnifred Llewellyn, while for the most part vicious but nonetheless harmless, left untouched...
Kera glanced over her shoulder, following Derek's gaze back to Llewellyn through the doorway. Her eyes skipped over the covered body on the ground, the other witches and wizards collecting what evidence they could. A hard line formed across Kera's brow as her eyes rested upon the large cat nestled beside Winnie in her chair. It had not been there moments ago.
"I've seen that cat before," Kera said, voice laced with a foreign understanding. For, she found she could not know why she felt that to be true, the skip to understanding just barely out of reach. It settled like a cloudy, missing link in her mind. She shook her head and turned back to stare up at Derek. "Have you seen that cat before?"
Oct. 11th, 2016
WHO: Therese Bonaccord and Derek Dobbs
WHAT: Therese has blatant disregard for thread purposesbut you would too I think?
WHERE: Her house!
WHEN: ...tonight!
( I sure hope you know what to do with me )
WHAT: Therese has blatant disregard for thread purposes
WHERE: Her house!
WHEN: ...tonight!
( I sure hope you know what to do with me )
May. 21st, 2016
WHO Drystan Fawcett
WHAT You can guess
WHERE St Mungo's
WHEN Some time after!
( Magical Law Enforcement… it doesn't look lightly on these things. )
WHAT You can guess
WHERE St Mungo's
WHEN Some time after!
( Magical Law Enforcement… it doesn't look lightly on these things. )
May. 5th, 2016
Feb. 5th, 2016
OWL TO DEREK DOBBS
Therese stopped her pacing in front of her desk to stop and stare at the half-written letter. This was silly, what was she thinking? Pressing her lips together, she moved forward with the great intent of crumpling up the parchment, but her fingers barely grazed the letter before she faltered again. Was it silly? What was the worst that could happen? Her eyes rolled to the ceiling, thinking that with her luck...
She stayed frozen for another beat before being decisive and coming around the desk. Sitting on the edge of her seat (literally!), she grabbed her quill and continued the letter she had been avoiding for some time now.
( Maybe...maybe it was too cold to send a poor owl out! )
She stayed frozen for another beat before being decisive and coming around the desk. Sitting on the edge of her seat (literally!), she grabbed her quill and continued the letter she had been avoiding for some time now.
( Maybe...maybe it was too cold to send a poor owl out! )
Dec. 30th, 2015
New Year's Eve! Open to Everyone & Everywhere!
ooc: Massive group thread! Where is your character celebrating NYE? Thread it here! Provide parties/events!
Known events: Ollie & Jake's house party, Witch Weekly's Sexiest Men of the Year Bash (black tie~), and...?
Nov. 29th, 2015
POSTED FOR TUESDAY! #nanowrimo
Huddled with the many layers of her skirt bunched in her arms, Saoirse couldn't say she was very interested in ensuring the entertainment of the guests at her own wedding. She supposed she thought if they were truly not enjoying themselves, then there would be no fault of departure from the little, nestled section of land on the Fawcett grounds the Williams-Mullet reception had taken over. After all, wasn't the benefit of friendship to express honesty between the other? To not feel forced into doing whatever it was that one did not want to do? Saoirse knew very much what it felt like to be pushed to do something that she otherwise did not want to, which was certainly why she and Howell had tucked themselves away in the closet under the stairs back at Drystan and Bess' house in downright defiance of Wedding Planner Caramel Flume's expressed wishes. She was sure there must be some important thing that they should be attending to at this instant, like cake cutting, or pressing small talk with table three, or preparing a set of magically-lit birds to fly into the night sky or other, but as always, Saoirse couldn't care. All she had, all she needed from the day was right beside her, and only wanting that, she felt little guilt in slipping away with Howell for a bit of quiet every time the opportunity arose (or when it didn't). Surely this hiding place of theirs would soon be exposed as the others had, but for now, Saoirse felt content in sitting on the floor with her head resting against Howell's shoulder. In a brilliant move the last time they had been dragged out to the party, Howell managed to steal a plate from dinner. Looking at it, uncurling one of her arms to wrap it around his own, she regarded the magically-refilling dish before their feet. With their wands both lit above, propped on a coat hanger, the foods on it were very easy to see. "Is this quail?" she asked, finding the meat odd. Her lips pressed together, and picking her head up to look at Howell for a funny moment, Saoirse realized she found that too strange. A soft and tinkering laugh escaped her lips as her eyes, as they always did, gazed to his. |
Nov. 11th, 2015
WHO Derek Dobbs and Therese Bonaccord
WHAT An interesting case detail
WHERE On the way to the Ministry
WHEN This morning
( Sending taunting letters was one thing, but going to the trouble of impersonating a dead person… )
WHAT An interesting case detail
WHERE On the way to the Ministry
WHEN This morning
( Sending taunting letters was one thing, but going to the trouble of impersonating a dead person… )
Who! Tanner McTavish and Hit-Wizard Dobbs
What! Lmao, my poor circusling.
Where! The Circus
When! This past weekend.
( All those circus stories—not so fictitious after all. )
What! Lmao, my poor circusling.
Where! The Circus
When! This past weekend.
( All those circus stories—not so fictitious after all. )
Oct. 9th, 2015
Owl to Derek Dobbs
Oct. 6th, 2015
WHO: Therese Bonaccord and Derek Dobbs
WHAT: An attempted break-in!
WHERE: Her office!
WHEN: Tuesday morning?!
( I have a lot of famous clientele )
WHAT: An attempted break-in!
WHERE: Her office!
WHEN: Tuesday morning?!
( I have a lot of famous clientele )
Sep. 5th, 2015
Separate owls to Emmeline Vance and Derek Dobbs
Two nearly identical packages arrive at Emmeline and Derek's doors, the wrapping smeared quite obviously with blood.
In Emmeline's package, the wand-handle to Caradoc's wand is found. In Derek's, the blasting end. The middle portion is absent from either package.
Each has a note scrawled hastily on torn parchment:
Missing something?
In Emmeline's package, the wand-handle to Caradoc's wand is found. In Derek's, the blasting end. The middle portion is absent from either package.
Each has a note scrawled hastily on torn parchment:
Missing something?
Aug. 25th, 2015
just can't win
Of course he meant to set off Diggle, just as purposely as he had meant to shoot out the lights and hex the doors shut behind him. Caradoc had known, even prior to stepping foot in Longbottom Manor, that whatever was left of the Order of the Phoenix wouldn’t be able to help him, no matter how much Emmeline wanted it to. He felt a grim satisfaction about being right, but as he dashed through the empty halls of the house, Caradoc found it didn’t please him as much as it usually did.
Framing Wilkes for murder? That was the best of the Order could provide? No, he had to kill him, he had to be the one to do it, that was the only way this would all end. Or, more accurately---
Throwing open the doors that led out onto the lawn, Caradoc felt his mind fold further into frenzy. It wouldn’t work, nothing was going to work, he had to admit it, he did, he would succumb to all that had finally caught up to him after these six years. And he realized--- he felt tired. He felt tired of fighting, tired of running, tired of being pushed and pulled toward emotional extremes thanks to paranoia, and just for once---
Startled into an almost raged frustration, he howled at fucking Sturgis Podmore suddenly appearing before him. How had he--- just beyond the other wizard, a few feet away surely, was the anti-apparation line of the estate, so he had been waiting--
“What are you doing!?” Caradoc demanded, his wand already raised, already poised to strike. But there was a caution to his command, an understanding that Podmore (if it was even him) knew something, accomplished something that Caradoc could not, and that had him feeling positively ruthless.
Framing Wilkes for murder? That was the best of the Order could provide? No, he had to kill him, he had to be the one to do it, that was the only way this would all end. Or, more accurately---
Throwing open the doors that led out onto the lawn, Caradoc felt his mind fold further into frenzy. It wouldn’t work, nothing was going to work, he had to admit it, he did, he would succumb to all that had finally caught up to him after these six years. And he realized--- he felt tired. He felt tired of fighting, tired of running, tired of being pushed and pulled toward emotional extremes thanks to paranoia, and just for once---
Startled into an almost raged frustration, he howled at fucking Sturgis Podmore suddenly appearing before him. How had he--- just beyond the other wizard, a few feet away surely, was the anti-apparation line of the estate, so he had been waiting--
“What are you doing!?” Caradoc demanded, his wand already raised, already poised to strike. But there was a caution to his command, an understanding that Podmore (if it was even him) knew something, accomplished something that Caradoc could not, and that had him feeling positively ruthless.
Aug. 14th, 2015
WHO: Glenda Chittock & the poor souls unfortunate enough to be in her presence
WHAT: come on Rhys
WHEN: Today! lunch time
WHERE: WWN offices!
STATUS: TO BE FINISHED?! sup Derek
( What could I possibly know about Caradoc Dearborn! )
WHAT: come on Rhys
WHEN: Today! lunch time
WHERE: WWN offices!
STATUS: TO BE FINISHED?! sup Derek
( What could I possibly know about Caradoc Dearborn! )
Aug. 11th, 2015
Who: Devon Quigg and Derek Dobbs
What: Missing Persons Report
Where: Hit-Wizard Office
When: Early, early Wednesday Morning
( I don't want to answer any more of these bloody questions... )
What: Missing Persons Report
Where: Hit-Wizard Office
When: Early, early Wednesday Morning
( I don't want to answer any more of these bloody questions... )