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Heath (heathism) wrote in wished,
@ 2009-12-30 20:20:00

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!1997: 12, !incomplete, donaghan tremlett, gideon crumb, heathcote barbary, merton graves, orsino thruston

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.

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	giddypiper 2009-12-31 03:25 am UTC (link)
	"Well not to mention it'd be a pretty damn poor showing of the wards I have up." Which he'd probably have to double. Maybe triple. He made a face at the booze but didn't say anything. It was a good thing the place was so big, he had a feeling he'd be pouring people into bed later. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

oneandtwoand
2009-12-31 03:29 am UTC (link)

Orsino raised an eyebrow and peered into the bag. Truth be told, he couldn't remember exactly what he'd thrown in there. It was really a huge hodgepodge. But he did recall what he'd wanted in the first place.

"Scotch," he said simply, smirking slightly at Gid's comment and taking the bottle before letting himself fall back onto the sofa, his feet in the air and head hanging off the front.

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	heathism 2009-12-31 03:32 am UTC (link)
	Heath dug through and found two bottles of scotch, one he held out to Orsino and the other he took for himself. "This is such a fucking mess," He said, opening it and taking a long enough drink that he was grimacing and his throat was good and burnt when he pulled it away from his mouth. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	giddypiper 2009-12-31 03:55 am UTC (link)
	"It was a mess beforehand," Gideon pointed out mildly. "It's just MORE of one now, since it's going to affect us directly. First they'll go after the muggleborn, because you lot are stealing magic, which is the biggest load of crock I've ever heard, then the halfbloods, because we're polluting it or some swill like that." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

oneandtwoand
2009-12-31 04:01 am UTC (link)

Orsino rolled over and situated himself into a normal sitting position - no use trying to drink scotch on his back, which would likely result in him simply choking.

"Probably. How exactly do they suppose Muggleborns are stealing magic anyway?" he said, his tone bordering on bitter. Orsino pondered the mouth of the bottle before indulging, enjoying the feel of the alcohol. He didn't wait long to take a second.

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whereismerton
2009-12-31 04:01 am UTC (link)

Merton was not known for his observational skills. He was also not known for reading the paper, or for being aware of anything that he wasn't directly informed of by bandmates or Leigh. He'd come home finally and then promptly gone to sleep, which was where he'd been until a few hours ago, when he wandered off to check and make sure Heath hadn't actually re-tuned his cell like he'd threatened.

He'd gotten distracted by music for a while, and only emerged when his highly tuned booze-sensor went off, and he made his way back out, grinning as he saw Orsino and dropping down to perch on the arm of the sofa, reaching for the nearest bottle. "Hey!" he greeted.

He picked up on the mood of the room too late and then blinked. "What?"

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heathism
2009-12-31 04:05 am UTC (link)

"How do you think?" Heath said, snorting. "Obviously, when I was eleven, I found some sad little wizarding bloke, knocked him out, drained him with my amazing powers of magic thievery, and left him a squib." He snorted again at the scenario, bitterly, then took another drink.

"And it'll be really sodding noticeable if we don't go in."

Heath looked up from the tirade and the bottle when Merton came in, and then just picked up the Prophet from where it was on the table and tossed it to him. "I stole magic," He said, shrugging.

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whereismerton
2009-12-31 04:12 am UTC (link)

Merton blinked at him, frowning. "From who?" he asked, then looked down at the paper, scanning the headlines.

"Oh," he said finally, brow creasing with more than a little confusion. "But what does that mean? My mum is muggleborn." And his father a muggle, which made Merton barely above muggleborn himself. "That's rubbish anyway."

"Go in where?" he added, still frowning. He hadn't scanned that far.

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giddypiper
2009-12-31 04:18 am UTC (link)

"You know the rest of the world isn't going to fall for this bullshit, Heath. People are scared. Hell, I'm scared, I don't know what the hell we're going to do about this. Yeah, they're going to notice if you don't go. But what the hell does it say if you DO go? That we're okay with it?"

He looked at Merton. "The Ministry's making the Muggleborn go in for 'interviews', although it sounds more like 'interrogation'."

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	oneandtwoand 2009-12-31 04:24 am UTC (link)
	"Or arrest," Orsino interjected, frowning, more at his bottle of scotch than at the others. He'd tried not to be the pessimist, but right now it seemed hard to be otherwise. "I doubt that everyone who goes in for it is okay with it. Most of them are probably just as scared." He paused and took a drink. "Or idiots." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	heathism 2009-12-31 04:26 am UTC (link)
	"Or don't have another bloody choice," Heath finished, taking another drink, and he probably should have eaten more today - but he hadn't been planning on binging, either. Sometimes the outside events he liked to ignore just seemed to call for one. "Interrogation or arrest. Brilliant, blokes, thanks for that. I'm the one who's wand they'll break." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

whereismerton
2009-12-31 04:30 am UTC (link)

Merton didn't really know why anyone would suddenly think people who'd had magic since they were kids had stolen it. It didn't make any sense to him. "You don't play with your wand. If they break it then we can cast spells for you," he offered, trying to help though it probably didn't really give much comfort.

"So everyone has to be interviewed if they're muggleborns. What then? Do they make you carry a license or something if you are?" Merton asked, looking between them, frowning.

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giddypiper
2009-12-31 04:39 am UTC (link)

"Well, I'd love to give you a brighter prospect, Heath, but I can't think of one. The point is, we're big enough in the wizarding world that whatever they do if you go, it's going to make a statement of some sort. The problem is not knowing what KIND of statement it's going to be." Gideon was rarely an optimist and this sort of thing certainly wasn't bringing it out in him.

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	oneandtwoand 2009-12-31 04:44 am UTC (link)
	Orsino was silent from his seat at the end of the sofa, staring at his knees. Gideon had a point, about it being a statement whether they wanted it to be or not. Still. "You're right," he said, looking over at Gideon. "Still. I think there's a point where we need to not care about what sort of statement it's going to make, and care more about our safety." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	heathism 2009-12-31 04:45 am UTC (link)
	Heath grumbled something under his breath that sounded like, "not about the spells" and was directed at Merton, but then he was looking up and at his other bandmates. "At this point I'm a little more worried about me and Don and Herman than about what sort of statement it makes." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rhythmicfingers
2009-12-31 04:56 am UTC (link)

Donaghan had been more then annoyed when he’d first seen the article calling all muggleborns in for an “interview”. He really didn’t understand how anyone could think they were capable of stealing magic unless they had magic to begin with. He was beginning to think that logic failed when it came to all purebloods. If he wasn’t so angry with it all he might suggest some nice logic puzzles and books to help them out. But as it stood the anger quickly gave away to fear at what would happen. He was quite sure that the current Ministry wasn’t all that friendly from how their decrees read and their accusations against others.

So he easily jumped at the idea of getting together with the guys for some drinks. The only problem he encountered was his wife, Elizabeth. He had, rather unfortunately, left the Prophet out where she could see it and new that he was a muggleborn and was completely against him ever leaving the house again. It took a lot of reassurances on his part that he was just going to apparate there to calm her and that he’d done so many times before until she would calm down and by the time he had he was quite certain they were well into the discussion and booze.

As his own sorry though he went ahead and grabbed what he had, along with snacks, and apparated to the house in Ireland that his three band mates were living in. A bit of paranoia made him look around before he lifted his hand and knocked. “I brought snacks, let me in!”

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whereismerton
2009-12-31 05:00 am UTC (link)

Merton didn't know what to say about any of it. He didn't follow the logic behind the change, and thus didn't really follow most of the conversation about it that well. Gideon or Heath or Leigh would probably end up taking him aside later and explaining it better, but for now he just looked from one to the other, frowning.

The knock at least gave him something to do, and he hopped up, going to open the door and let Don in. "Hey," he greeted, reaching to take a bag of the snacks to help. "They're talking about that article and stealing magic," he added vaguely. Merton wondered if maybe he shouldn't just go see his mum for a bit.

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giddypiper
2009-12-31 05:09 am UTC (link)

"Finally a man of sense, he who brings food to absorb all the alcohol you gits are consuming." He waved Don over, and gave serious thought to enlarging the coffee table, because it was starting to look a little full.

He looked at Heath. "Of course we're worried about you lot more, you git. That's the whole point. What I'm saying is I don't want you to get made MORE of a target because you're in the public eye. I just wish they'd been more clear on what it was they expect to do at these interviews."

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oneandtwoand
2009-12-31 05:15 am UTC (link)

The presence of snacks made Orsino perk up a bit, and he attacked a bag of crisps almost before it had touched down on the table. He nodded in Don's direction as her settled back into the sofa.

"I haven't done much reading the Prophet lately - hey, these are good," he said, holding one of the crisps up. "But from what I've gathered they haven't really seen fit to explain anything."

Orsino wished for a moment that he'd just stayed home, waited to see if an owl returned from his parents. What was his dad supposed to do? He wouldn't be able to go to work, that was for sure. Instead of dwelling on it, Orsino liked some salt off of his fingers and got back to his drink.

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rhythmicfingers
2009-12-31 05:24 am UTC (link)

It was nice of Merton to try to tell him what they were talking about even if he was vague on the details, but he’d figured that was what it would be after he got the invitation to drink. And if they all got wasted, well, they’d probably end up railing more then actually making any progress on what they should do about it. Either way though it appeared that they hadn’t gotten too far into either side yet.

“Of course they haven’t seen fit to explain anything,” Don said as he dug through the bag with the booze before settling on a bottle and sitting down. “If they explained it then people would probably point out the glaring holes in their logic or find some little loophole they accidently stated and they can’t have that. Have to appear all infallible and whatnot. They couldn't stand the general public questioning what they're doing for the 'good of the wizarding world' and whatnot.”

It was all a bunch of rubbish to Don, so for the moment he contented himself with cracking open his drink and taking a long swig of it.

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heathism
2009-12-31 05:30 am UTC (link)

"You don't think the general public's questioning it already?" Heath made a vague arm gesture that was sweeping and proof that he'd already drank a little too much, then he took another drink.

"The general public...there's not that many wizards out there that aren't halfblood or less, really, and most of them running scared now or hiding or going in to be arrested or something. They don't give a sodding fuck about explaining anything to the general public."

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whereismerton
2009-12-31 05:39 am UTC (link)

"But they can't just arrest you for being muggleborn, can they? Won't they just end up interviewing you and saying something or making you carry something that says you're muggleborn and then just let you go again anyway? Plus people would be brassed if they tried to arrest any of us," Merton offered, taking a bag of crisps and perching on the arm of Gideon's chair this time.

He didn't actually eat the crisps, just toyed with the bag to make it crinkle.

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