[Backstory] The last from the Triwizard |
[Mar. 17th, 2009|07:15 pm] |
Who: Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour Weasley When: Early spring 2009 Where: Shell Cottage What: Viktor plays postman... but not like THAT.
( So maybe where there is trouble, there is me. ) |
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Backstory: Even test subjects need doctors |
[Mar. 17th, 2009|08:10 pm] |
Who: Astoria Greengrass & Phillip Hughes What: Phillip gives his medical opinion on Astoria's condition When: Early March, 2009 Where: Undisclosed MI-7 location
( am I too sick for that to be worthwhile? ) |
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[Backstory] Bill/Samrat |
[Mar. 17th, 2009|08:33 pm] |
Who: Bill Weasley and Samrat Amarnath What: Bill suspects theft on the boat and goes to Sam. Where: Freya's Chariot When: late spring - early summer, 2008 (this date may be revised) Rating: PG-13 to R for language
The start of the season was coming up, and Bill had just uncovered the boat and begun a tedious process of going over the engine and low decks for problems. A disconcerting finding had arisen in the search; occasionally a bedcovering, or a chair, or other various articles appeared missing when Bill checked the contents of the rooms against the ship's inventory taken at the close of the last season in late October. Though he had an idea of who might have access to the ship, he could not confirm his suspicions and thought perhaps that his first mate might have some insight into some of the men they had on crew. It was from a muggle payphone that Bill called Samrat.
( The connection seemed so unlikely, but so was Bill's encounter with Samrat; how often did people with such connections, even as magic, find one another under such circumstances? ) |
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Backstory: The Soup Kitchen |
[Mar. 17th, 2009|09:24 pm] |
Who: Theo Nott and Samrat Amarnath What Volunteering at a soup kitchen. When: March 2008 Where: The Unnamed Homeless Shelter, Brixton, London Warnings: A pot of soup bites it. But it was really bad soup.
He hated the soup chef.
Samrat watched in disgust as the man left another pot of soup on to boil without any care for time or ingredients. He'd been keeping a careful eye on the man for hours, watching as a handful of stale bread was swept into the pot, followed by crudely chopped carrots, a lump of meat that he couldn't recognize, and a handful of a shredded white substance that looked like desiccated potato. He was waiting for his chance to open the pantry doors and see what was there that he wasn't putting into the soup - he knew that it had to be something. Picking up his ladle, he tugged at the bottom of the volunteer's apron that he wore and went back out to the line.
( And what would you serve - Sacred Cow on Rye? ) |
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