Veritas RPG: A Post-Hogwarts RPG

Who: Hermione Granger and Parvati Malfoy
When: 10:00am
Where: Malfoy Manor
What: Getting ready for the Luncheon


Hermione grabbed her purse a little tighter as she approached the large mansion. She very much wanted to see Parvati and spend time with her, but the closer she got the more anxious she became. The idea of spending time in Malfoy Manor hadn't phased her much before, but now she wasn't so sure it was a great idea. She was almost positive there would be harsh words if she came across Draco, and that wasn't something she was interested in. Not to mention the questionable company Draco kept, who knew what kind of people he was involved with. Aside from Parvati, of course.

But she was already past the gate, so there was no turning back. Besides, she had made plans with Parvati and Hermione wasn't going to let her dislike for Draco get the best of her. She had been a Gryffindor after all. So she knocked at the front door and within seconds a house elf had opened the door and appeared.

"Hello," Hermione said with a smile. The house elf didn't respond, just looked at her with a blank expression. The smile disappeared from Hermione's face. "Um..I'm Hermione Granger." No response. "I'm here to see Mrs. Malfoy."

The house elf nodded and brought her into a room to wait. "One moment, please." He spoke before bowing and disappearing. Hermione sighed as she took a seat and waited.

Who: Adrian Pucey and Roddy Lestrange
When: 10.00 pm
Where: Adrian's flat
What: Finished. Adrian gets a VERY unexpected visit from Rodolphus Lestrange. Plot is revealed and kidnappings will soon take place. NOW YOU KNOW.

Adrian stepped out of the shower, stepping through the thoroughly steam filled bathroom. He grabbed a smaller towel and ran it over his head lightly. Then he used the larger one to towel off the rest of his body and wrapped it around his torso. He slung the smaller one over his shoulder and then opened the door to his sitting room. The coolness pulled at his skin. He enjoyed the transitioning temperature and allowed a grin between him and his flat. He'd probably have a snack, flip through Playwizard, have a wank and then call it an early night.

He moved over to the cooler box and grabbed a beer, taping it open with his wand. Then he tossed his wand onto the relatively unused and rather dusty kitchen counter. He gave a contented sigh and turned back to his sitting room. Where had he put that bloody magazine anyway?