Filtered against evil bitches.
If a cop happens to
(a) stop any of you (b) pull up a poorly drawn sketch of me (c) ask if you can identify the person in the sketch and/or (d) ask if you know a Ninotchka Alexandrovich
then you should definitely respond with something along the lines of, "No, sir (or madame), I know nothing about this person, but if I did I suspect that, by now, they would be long gone from here."
In other news, I was working on a thing these past few days. It was good! Until the part where it got less good.
What'd I miss?
[Filtered to magic users] Let's pretend I have a friend who may or may not be having a hard time controlling a very particular urge. The kinda urge that could potentially leave behind a body.
...or fifty.
What are the odds of one of you wand waving, spell casting, Defying Gravity singing, Quidditch lovin', practitioners of the magic arts helping me come up with a way to put my friend back behind the steering wheel?
[Friends filter - minus Hale] A particular someone with abs of steel and a patent for wearing stupidly endearing hats has decided to ask me out to dinner.
Seeing it happen due to our fictional status? Confusing. Terrifying. Hella weird. Having it actually happen? ASDAJFASHFAIDALKA