wao_shacklebolt (wao_shacklebolt) wrote in wandsandorder, @ 2008-01-09 19:06:00 |
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Current mood: | blah |
Who: Kingsley Shacklebolt and Morag Macdougal.
What: A random moment of running into and conversation.
Where: Entrance to St Mungos.
When 9th of January, evening-ish.
Rating Nothing of note, yet.
Status Open, in progress.
Especially why Kingsley's dad keeps all the magical items in the house in one room. Or he should do, but his dad had a habit for being haphazard and untidy, which was fine, knowing his mum's habit of tidying things up obsessively. After all, Kingsley had to get it from somewhere. This wouldn't have been a problem normally, but when you had a wizard father and a Muggle mother, it made the situation oh so much more volotile.
He still wasn't sure exactly what had happened, apart from a badly charmed necklace, which was supposed to turn into flowers and back or something, and somehow his mum ended up with her hand turning into flowers. He definately wanted to hit his dad around the head a few times. Luckily, she was alright, and he had nothing to be worried about. Which was good, as that was the last thing he needed right now, with all these cases buzzing around him at once. He was pleased to be so well involved, though, it kept his mind going at least.
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So he was now ambling out of the Hospital, early in the evening, although it was already dark and he thought he saw someone he knew right ahead of him. She was at that party with the snow. He caught up with her and smiled, feeling like being sort-of sociable, "Hey, um...Morag, isn't it?"