Veritas RPG: A Post-Hogwarts RPG

Who: George Wealsey and Parvati Malfoy Patil
When: Afternoon
Where: Hosgmeade
What: George and Parv bicker, as that's what they do best recently.

After a minor accident that caused a not so minor explosion in the flat he shared with his brother George had decided to call it a day, even though it was barely past two in the afternoon. He stuck his hands in his pockets as he strolled through Hogsmeade, enjoying the (mostly) fresh air. It was a little early to start drinking, he thought, so maybe he'd treat himself to something sweeter.

He set his course for Honeydukes, distracting himself with thoughts of freshly-made fudge, and perhaps s dozen or two chocolate frogs. He'd been meaning to check out the new cards... He was obviously not paying attention as he approached the door of the shop, pulling it open and violently dragging out the poor soul who'd had their hand on the knob, trying to exit.

"Oh! So sorry, I... Oh," George's lips turned down into a faint frown when he saw just who it was he'd pulled out of the shop. Of all the luck... "Hello, Parvati."

Who: Snape + Dumbledore.
When: 11pm.
Where: Spinner's End.
What: TBA.


The day's heat had not dissipated even after the sun had set, but Snape, as usual, was robed in his heavy black cloak. The world beyond his windows was obscured by a thin layer of condensation- a testament to his general incompetence when it came to temperature altering charms. Any attempt he made to heat a space with a charm usually resulted in singed eyebrows for all parties involved, while his cooling charms had the potential to wilt any frost-sensitive plants in the immediate vicinity.
He leaned back in his chair, lifted a stray book from the table in front of him, gave the pages a noncommittal turn, and finally tossed the book across the room. A stream of vapor escaped his lips-a visible sigh. He placed his boots on top of the table and leaned farther back in his chair until it was balanced on two legs. A half empty bottle of firewhiskey gleamed at him from across the room. He couldn't remember when he'd put it there or how long it had been there for, but was that really any reason to neglect it? After all, the evening wasn't occupied by any other obligations...
The partronus burst into the room just as Snape shifted his weight towards the bottle, startling him just enough to send him crashing to the floor. The partronus waited with an air of infuriating patience while Snape untangled himself from his robes.
"Well?" He snapped at the phoenix, apparently hoping his shortness would be a sufficient stand-in for his momentarily misplaced dignity, "What is it... Sir?"

Mysterious Magic Mayhem

Over the last five days, St. Mungo's has received fifteen cases of witches of all ages showing signs of a lack of magic. They are unable to perform the simplest of spells, but are still capable of working with Potions. All individuals noted that previous to the complete lack of magic, any casted spells tended to go slightly haywire. No cause is yet known as Dr. Rajeev Conklegood, head healer at St. Mungo's explains: "At first, when it was just one or two cases, we thought it must be stress related. However, fifteen in such a short period of time lead us to believe that it's not just an individual phenomenon. Unfortunately, we are still unsure at this time, what is, in fact, the real cause. All tests cast on those affected come back normal aside from those related to magical activity."

Apparently, when the count of affected persons reached three on Monday, the Ministry was notified of a potential problem, but placed an order against publicizing it due to being unsure if it was just coincidence or something worse.

Anyone experiencing strange symptoms should go see a Healer immediately. It is unclear whether the problem is limited to just witches, or if wizards may be affected as well.