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Lucius Malfoy ([info]in_deep) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-07-28 23:12:00
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Who: Lucius Malfoy & Alecto Carrow
What: Scene lottery! In a public place, someone loses something important to them and the other helps, or hinders, in finding it.
Where: Knockturn Alley
When: This evening
Warnings/Rating: TBA

It was a sad fact that it was hard to come up with a proper engagement gift when, upon marriage, the bride- and groom-to-be would be coming into possession of a fair percentage of one's material belongings anyhow. But, after a couple of fruitless expeditions, Lucius had finally found something that seemed worth giving - in Knockturn Alley, of all places, where he had deposited another considerable portion the old family heirlooms some years ago. Coming out of the shop, he tried to find some way to fit the unwieldy, oddly-shaped box into one of the pockets of his robes. After quite a lot of shuffling he gave up, and made for the mouth of the street with the package tucked under his arm, instead.

It was only when he was about to merge back into Diagon that he realized there was a weight missing. With a quiet curse he dug through his pockets again and confirmed that the chain that usually latched his pocket watch was swinging empty. He turned on his heel and began to retrace his steps. It must still be somewhere, hopefully not very much stepped on. He doubted anyone would try to steal it, even here - hard to fence something when it had a family crest etched on.


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