Who: Heath, Gideon, Orsino, and Merton or any other Weird Sisters or Leigh if they want in. What: Angry reactions to the Muggleborn Registration Notice Where: Their house in Ireland When: Right now Rating/Warning: TBA, probably high
Heath didn't even usually read the Prophet. It was rubbish these days, and good for lining bird cages and the like, but when he'd seen new Protective Notice across the cover he'd picked it up, and been in his new rooms at Gideon's house the rest of the afternoon, just a little too angry - and really, too scared - to come out and deal with talking to anyone, even his best mates.
Then Orsino had asked what they were going to do, and his answer was the result of hours thinking about it too much and too angrily to do much else. It was shit, complete shit, but if he didn't go? He was sure someone would notice, and soon. It wasn't like they weren't enough in the eye of the wizarding world, and everyone and their sister's fucking dog knew he was muggleborn.
And what else could he do but decide to fuck all with the lot of it. He needed liquor. It was that need that got him, finally, out of his rooms and into the front room and then the kitchen looking. Until it dawned on him that he'd moved in with a fucking Quaker, because Gideon didn't drink.