Veritas RPG: A Post-Hogwarts RPG

Who: George Weasley and Lee Jordan
Where: Stellar Lounge
When: Evening
What: George and Lee bond, or something. Whatever boys do.

It was a good while after George had agreed to meet Lee at Stellar for drinks. Weeks, in fact. It had taken him that long to drag himself out of his funk enough to stand the company of someone other than his brother. He still wasn't in the best of spirits, but he worried about what Lee might do to him in he didn't take him up on his offer soon.

Following instructions, he walked past the line at the front door and moved around to the back, letting himself inside. Luckily, before his descent into hermithood, he'd spent enough time around the lounge with Lee that he knew most of the staff so no one gave him a problem. He asked around, and after getting the answer "He was right here just a second ago!" from just about everyone, set off to find Lee on his own. Hopefully it didn't take him too long; he already felt like he needed a drink.

Who Lee and Aidan
Where Lee's place
When Around early noon or early afternoon
What Gawdy furniture and music.

( The one where you learn Lee has a banana hammock. )

WHO: Alicia Spinnet and YOU (Come on, you know you want to).
WHAT: Alicia finishes a coffee and makes her way to get coffee to celebrate
WHEN:She's not really sure but probably late afternoon
WHERE: Diagon Alley

Who Lee Jordan, open for tags
Where Bella's Pockets
When 9:08AM
What Getting breakfast- uh, dinner... brinner. Yeah.

Despite the grim weather of the night before, a line still formed outside of Stellar Lounge with most of the waiting bundled underneath umbrellas and shielding charms, and Lee had spent most of it hiding in his office to nurse a migraine, unsuccessfully paper-pushing.

It was a little after nine when Lee finally locked up the backdoor, tripped over the uneven cobblestones on the sidewalk, and stumbled out into the lit magical London streets, and leaving the dance club in the hands of the day manager and her crew. Migraine gone, freshly peppy with more than three coffees in him, Lee figured that he had enough time to get dinner- well, breakfast- and go home for a quick power nap before he had to be back at Stellar for another round. He does not anticipate a big crowd tonight, being Monday, and hopefully with the setting being quiet, he can get some paperwork done and harass the accountant long enough to produce some sort of workable financial statement.

At that moment, his stomach decided that it'd be time for Lee to know about its hunger, and loudly reminding him that all it had to eat for the last two days were suspicious, left-over Chinese (Lee hadn't keeled over dead yet, so he figured that must have been alright to consume) and caffeine. Surveying the street and its shops before him, Lee weighed his options; he could go to the cafe and spend an unreasonable amount of money eating nothing or he could go to that nice, family-friendly restaurant called Bella's Pockets. Make that pretentious cafe, Lee thought and decidedly pass on that choice and entered the family restaurant instead. He hoped that they have pancakes.

The waitress who greeted him was perky, had a mouthful of metal, and spoke like she had two straws up her nose, but Lee liked her because she called him 'sir' and seated him by the window.