Veritas RPG: A Post-Hogwarts RPG

Who Christopher Warrington and Parvati Malfoy
Where Save-A-Lot, the grocery store
When Late afternoon
What Christopher is whipped like a whipped butter. Parvati probably does the whipping. Not on Chris, 'cause that'd be weird. And not literally either, or maybe literally. I don't know. And frankly, I don't want to know.

( Here we see an example of the domestication of modern men )

Who Christopher, Sally-Anne, Adrian
Where In your face
When Holy backdated Batman. @2am
What The return of Sally-Anne, badassery, and more.

Christopher looked like an alley-way drug dealer. Nobody had told him as such, but he suspected it nevertheless, having already two twitchy blokes come up to him and ask if he was carrying. Although they could not really be blamed; Christopher, at this point, was not presented at his best since he got no sleep last night and spent the entire morning pacing around his flat. Actually, he slept very little since Sally-Anne's kidnapping, for obvious reasons, but also because, as Christopher discovered, sleep just came easier with the comforting body heat of other than his in the bed. But mostly, Christopher had been a cranky bastard for the past days, knowing that there was somebody out there with a superiority complex going out of his or her way to make life harder for him.

The night was slightly warm. The street was quiet, there were not that many residents in his area, mostly abandoned, run-down looking buildings that are in dire need of a good fixing. Christopher leaned against one of the walls, and watched as nothing went by.

Who: Hermione and Christopher
Where: Ministry of Magic, Hermione's Office
When: Late afternoon-ish
What: Hermione staying late to catch up on some work, Christopher coming to talk about Sally Anne's kidnapping.
Rating: TBD

( The work day was coming to an end, and everyone was either gone or walking out the door. )

Who Christopher and Adrian
Where Adrian's
When Late night
What Angst

Christopher couldn't stand it as he sat between his two brothers facing his a barrage of family members. The sympathetic looks and the whispers, and them all touching his hands, shoulders. Everybody was acting as if his wife was already dead, and Christopher could not stand it. Making a lousy, half-assed excuse, Christopher goes to the washroom. He hadn't told them yet about the price of getting Sally-Ann back, but he had already started to prepare. His parents thought he was going through a stage of grief, but that was not the reason why Christopher sold their summer cottage for a reason, and his best racing broom.

He faced himself in the mirror, looking a little worse for wear. Even through the other side of a door, he could still hear the hushed whispers, and then he was standing outside of another house. Christopher hadn't meant to apparate, but now he was here- Standing awkwardly, tired, and weary outside of his friend's house, Christopher knocked.

Who Christopher Warrington and Spencer Capper
When Afternoon
Where Coffee shop
What Iuno.

Christopher left the office around 2 in the afternoon, having worked through lunch over the Department of Care of Magical Creature's financial statements because those guys can never seem to make the figures work. He wanted to get come coffee, but the nearest cafe was closed due to some sort of "biological contamination," which made Christopher vaguely uncomfortably. So, woe is him, Christopher had to walk one extra block in order to get his daily grind(s).

The cafe was busy and lively, there was some sort of jazz music going on in the background. Christopher makes his way to the cashier, a bored looking girl looked at him from underneath a gob of mascara. "Uh, can I get a grande triple shot, extra hot, half-milk latte, please," he said, digging into his pants pocket for change to pay her. She gave him a look as she palm the money, like the drink was entirely unbecoming of him, and it made Christopher feel slightly guilty. Although he wasn't quite sure why. "Next please," she said, sounding nasally and he quickly move away to the side, accidentally bumping shoulder with another bloke who had been standing in front of him before.

"Sorry," Christopher said hastily, wishing he had more caffein in his system.

In a beautiful hall filled with wooden tables covered in butter yellow tablecloths and settings, the 26th Charity Luncheon and Auction held by the Foundation of Squib Integration began as it always did. A quick speech was made by the president of the foundation: Mollie MacFerson, a pureblood who had two squib siblings, and a plentiful array of finger foods and sandwiches were available admidst vibrant yellow and purple decorative flowers.

An expensive bottle of champagne was handed to each guest as a complimentary donation by Johnson Flightweather, a squib who had made his money in the muggle world as a car dealership owner. In fact, the free champagne never stopped coming during the entire event.

Following the lunch came rounds and rounds of auctioning, the lots ranging from strange muggle items to expensive artwork and wines. In between all of this, of course, was plenty of time to explore the grounds, talk to the Foundation members, and as one couple did: snog. (Honestly, people, this isn't Hogwarts!)

As day turned to evening the event was capped off with a speech by Johnson Flightweather.

"I would just like to thank everyone for coming and spending some of their money on this auction. Many wonder what our foundation does, and although attitudes have changed greatly, any squib wishing to remain in wizarding society find themselves without jobs or any support at all. The money you have so selflessly provided today (which by the way, I'm told is 5% more than last year, perhaps due to the champagne?) will go to helping support those individuals in the ventures they may attempt. I myself was forced into muggle society to make a living, but hopefully, with what everyone has learned today, squibs will not be so unlucky from here on in. Cheers!"

( Earlier that morning )