October 21st, 2006

Roger, Remus, Vera and Izabel ~ Hogsmeade ~ Complete

You don't need new pants. You just need pants. And the party's in New York, so you may not even need pants.
- Gilmore Girls
Saturday, October 21st ~ Afternoon



Roger hadn't forgotten his initial concerns about the upcoming party at Potter's, far from it in fact.

Hence his current mission. A few words about his own pajama bottoms being worn enough to warrant the purchase of new ones - less the others split in the middle of the party - had secured company on this shopping trip, the off hand mention that perhaps he should pick up something covering warm for Vera to wear as well had been met with more skepticism.

Now in the middle of a department that could pass as a modest great-grandmother's closet - most assuredly not the same shop Vera had made previous purchases at - Roger held up a garment in front of him, asking for his reluctant accomplice's opinion. "It's still a bit low cut isn't it?"
charlie

Charlie & Harry ~The forest near Hogsmeade~ Incomplete

It's A Dirty Job...And I Can't Find a Damn House Elf
Saturday, October 21, Mid morning




Grimly Charlie hefted the dead yearling over his shoulders, staggering a moment under the weight. The young buck was large enough to satisfy Chauncy's appetite for at least two days.

Hagrid had been a bit useless in helping with getting the deer for the fledgling, his soft heart breaking whenever he killed one and Charlie had taken the task on instead. It didn't bother him, it was just a fact of life.

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Insane eye/plot

Bellatrix and Theodore || Hogsmeade || Complete

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste.
Saturday, Oct. 21 || Afternoon



An increase in activities in the shadows and outside of the law had not escaped Bellatrix's notice, although from all appearances it largely had escaped the notice of the Aurors and Hit Wizards.

Bella's hooded eyes scanned a piece of parchment, both a report confirming the identity of the wizard behind so many items of interest lately and a letter of recommendation for the same.

Her plans, some in motion even now, some still ripening, needed darkness and quiet to succeed. There was no spare room for someone else's meddling. A grand scheme, something of worth — that she might be willing to accommodate and make room for.

Petty thefts, however. She would not allow something so small to jeopardize her aims. Either this Mr. Nott would have the skills to continue to keep his activities beneath the notice of the noxious authorities, or he was a threat to be eliminated.

And so she would put him to the test. Bellatrix drew a cloak around herself and entered the alley behind a building rumor indicated would soon be the site of a ... "security firm."

Mr. Nott would either prove useful, or would be quieted.
desole

Percy, Bill and Ron ~ The Three Broomsticks ~ Complete

So just call on me brother, when you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem that you'd understand
We all need somebody to lean on

Saturday, October 21 - Late afternoon





Percy walked into the Three Broomsticks, still elated from his date the night before. Every time he thought of Greg, a smile crossed his face, and he wouldn't have it any other way. In his elation, he'd thought to stop by his parents' pub for a quick bite to eat... and maybe to see his mother, if she wasn't busy. The only trick would be to not let on that he had been out with Greg. Things were still very new between the two of them, and Percy had no idea how his mother would react upon learning about his choice in men.

The moment he entered, however, his plans quickly changed as he spotted his oldest brother sitting at a table in the corner. He had yet to speak to any of his brothers since his return, and decided that this was the Fates' way of saying Get on with it, already!

Gathering his courage, he walked over to his brother's table. "Bill?"