Veritas RPG: A Post-Hogwarts RPG

WHO Tracey Davis & Aidan Chambers.
WHERE Aidan's flat. London.
WHEN Wednesday evening.
WHAT Aidan tries to woo Tracey and starts by cooking dinner. This might not have been one of his better ideas.

( by the way, was the meat supposed to look so scorched? And that weird sparkly thing the potatoes displayed couldn't be right... )

Who: Seth Moon and Tracey Davis
When: Evening, Sept 23
Where: La Luna
What: Old flames meet up

Tracey was late, as usual. She didn't usually mean to be late, but time just had a way of getting away from her. There was always something more to do - a different dress to try on in case it worked better for the evening than the one she'd originally picked, or a few chipped nail colours to repair, or a scalp massage that was absolutely necessary before she went out. Sometimes she did mean to be late, just to make sure that whoever was waiting for her was well and ready to appreciate her presence by the time she arrived. This was one such instance. And when she finally arrived at the popular club, she made sure that everyone noticed.

Who: Tracey Davis & Aidan Chambers.
Where: A Muggle carnival somewhere near London.
What: They try to go on their first regular date and Aidan, in his infinite wisdom, chooses a carnival to expose Tracey to the Muggle world for the first time.
When: Sunday afternoon.
Rating: TBD.
Status: Closed. Incomplete.


"I could get ye some cotton candy."

Aidan wrapped an arm around Tracey and beamed cheerfully at her. Lately despite his growing fatigue, the Ravenclaw showed an almost uncanny amount of happiness, the source of which he currently held in his arms. "Have ye ever tried cotton candy? Or some of these sugared apples?"

Aidan's smile remained resolute and unmovable even as they pushed past a group of thugs who gave them looks filled with disdain and Aidan, ever eager to evade conflicts, quickened his pace a little to escape their jeers which followed them all the way around the first couple of stalls until they found themselves in the middle of the carnival, right next to a fortune teller's stall.

"So. Where do ye want ter go first?"

Who: Daphne and Tracey
What: Catching up... and a bit of questioning
When: Thursday
Where: Greengrass manor

( Turning back she just laughs, the boulevard is not that bad )

Who: Tracey Davis & Aidan Chambers.
Where: Some smoky, intimate little pub in the magical part of London.
When: About an hour after Terry takes Tracey dancing.
What: Aidan tries the whole 'no strings attached' concept and finds out that it works. Only very differently from what he expected.
Rating/Warnings: R for Swearing (the "f-word"). A lot of that. And one instance of violence, though not against each other.

( Tracey didn't stop to think. She simply marched over, grabbed the slag by her potion-dyed hair, and *yanked* )

Who: Terry Boot and Tracey Davis
What: Terry promised he'd take Tracey dancing, and he's a man of his word.
When: First night of Terry's trip to Scotland.
Where: Not Scotland. Back in London, where Terry shouldn't be.
Status: Incomplete.

( How in the name of Merlin had he gotten himself into this again? )

Who: Tracey and Theodore
Where: Funeral Parlour
When: Sept 5
What: Theodore attends Tracey's mother's funeral and gets pulled into family drama

( They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad to realize I'm going to miss mine by just a few days. )

Who: Tracey Davis and Alicia Spinnet
When: Evening, Sept 5
Where: Some bar
What: Two very unlikely people bond over drinks and drunken antics.

The thing about letting people buy you drinks was that they tended to want something out of it afterwards. Normally this wouldn't have been a problem with Tracey, who had no qualms about letting a complete stranger take her home, but tonight she was in no mood for it. After the ordeal that was her mother's funeral, she wanted to get drunk enough to pass out. Alone.

So when the two wizards who'd been plying her with drinks all night started leaning in and suggesting that they take her somewhere more private, she shoved them away. "Sod off," she snapped. "Go shag each other."

And that was when things got ugly.

Who: Terry Boot and Tracey Davis
What: A random meeting, lots of flirting and whatnot.
Where: An upscale bar in London
Status: Complete.

( He grabbed his firewhiskey and tried to find a more appealing topic to distract him. )

Who: Tracey and Aidan
Where: Tracey's hotel room, Chelsmore Hotel
When: Sept 4 morning
What: The morning after dawns with unsettling realisations

( It's the Sunday morning after, and baby who the hell are you? )

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."