Veritas RPG: A Post-Hogwarts RPG

Who: Tracey and Aidan
Where: Train Station
When: Sept 3, evening
What: Tracey plays head games with Aidan and unwillingly gets sucked in as well.

Tracey Davis had a problem. The problem was this: out of the thirteen trunks she'd brought with her from Berlin, only eleven had arrived in London. This was unacceptable. Nevermind the fact that Tracey had so many clothes and shoes that she wouldn't even know what was in those missing trunks; the fact was that the trunks were missing, and the ticket agent was being extremely uncooperative.

"No," she said, very slowly and clearly, as if to a particularly slow child, "see my luggage claim ticket? This tells me how many trunks I've checked. There are thirteen. See? Thirteen. Do you know how many trunks I have now? Count them."

The ticket agent sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Miss Davis--"

"Count them."

The agent counted them. And then, after a moment, reluctantly said, "I'll see what I can do."

"Don't just see," Tracey snarled. "Do." And, watching the agent scurry away, she sighed and leaned against the counter. "I hate England."

Who: Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley
What: Hermione has a few things she needs to talk to Ron about.
Where: Ron's flat.
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete.

Hermione made her way through the bundles of people as she made her along the street to Ron's. She had a lot to talk to him about, and she didn't like waiting on this sort of thing. It was bad enough she hadn't been able to fine the time in the last day or so, and talking to him about it at the Ministry didn't seem a wise choice in Hermione's mind.

Finally making her way to his building and his flat, Hermione didn't hesitate to knock on the door in her usual matter-of-fact manner.

Who: Mafalda Hopkirk and Adrian Pucey
Where: Renegade Cottage (How Quaint)
When: Evening
What: Mafalda and Adrian bicker/flirt.

A wicked little smile played across Mafalda's face as she made her way to the cabin where she'd had her little rendezvous with Adrian and Rodolphus just days earlier. She hoped Adrian wasn't still harboring any bad feeling about what she'd said... Well, that was a lie. She was sort of hoping he'd be pissed off and try to get revenge. She was interested to see if he really did have the balls to do it.

She flicker her hair over her shoulder and straightened her dress before sauntering into the cabin, wanting to make a good impression just in case the boy had beaten her there.