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Meme - Welcome to Rose Red
πππππππ ππ π½πππ π½ππ, πΎππ/πΈππππ
You find yourself being helped out of a coach in front of a large majestic mansion. Inside is a party in full swing with people you may know, others you may not and some may even be celebrities from a time before who you swear mysteriously disappeared. Music is pouring out of the open doors and inside is a variety of foods and drinks to consume, dancing to be done and endless entertainment. At the end of the night, complimentary smokes and party favors are given out (if you make it). The garden is lit by tiny lights and has its own fully stocked bar should you prefer a quiet and intimate conversation with someone special.
Beyond the extravagant decor and party, is something much more sinister.
If you choose to explore, you might want to take a friend or bread crumbs (or rope) because the way you came may not be how you return. Windows, doors, and hallways tend to appear and disappear at the whim of the house. Rooms the owners may not even be aware of suddenly appear and others disappear. Ignore everything that rational thought tells you about a house being an inanimate object. This house is alive and it loves to play. It isn't only rooms, doors, and hallways that disappear - people do as well. Ghosts are rumored to haunt these halls and perhaps be responsible for the number of disappearances and deaths reported in and around the home.
If you're "lucky", you may even receive a welcome from one of its illustrious hosts, Ellen and Sukeena. If you're "really lucky", you may even get an offer to stay... permanently.
How to play
1 Tag in (use the prompts, don't use the prompts. up to you!)
2 Tag around
3 Have fun
4 Don't fuck with the house
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1. Arrival Welcome to Rose Red. You'll be assisted out of your coach and led to the front door where someone will take your coat and welcome you in. From there, you are free to roam to your heart's content. Please stay a while, won't you?
2. Schmooze with the Rich and Famous There are people everywhere - the who's who of now and maybe even of a bygone era. Maybe you see someone you think you know or someone you swear mysteriously disappeared in the 20s or 30s. Go, introduce yourself! What's the worst that can happen?
3. The Garden We get it, you need to take a breather. Why not stroll out into the conservatory or into the garden? There are twinkle lights to set the mood but plenty of shadowy corners to disappear with a special someone. A fully stocked bar is ready for guests to stop by for a drink. You may want to stay clear of certain plants though, they have thorns and they really love blood.
4. Exploration The lure of being invited to an estate like this is exploring and you should definitely do so. The house seems welcoming and invites you to explore its depths. But, you may want to bring a rope or bread crumbs with you, you don't want to get lost, do you? Hallways and doors can be very misleading and you could end up in an entirely different part of the house than you expected. No one knows quite how big the place is and it just keeps adding on. Is that hammering you hear in the distance?
5. Apparitions and Ghosts Lore has it that a number of people have either died here during its construction (and after its construction) or have simply disappeared. If the locals are to be believed, it now requires blood to sustain itself. Who's to say, really? But, in between the music, the talking, the endless food, and the flowing alcohol, you swear you can hear a faint hammering in the distance. The bartender that you were just chatting up suddenly disappears and now there is a woman there offering you a tequila shot. Where did the young man go? Are there suddenly more or less guests?
6. What is This Feeling? The longer you stay, eat, drink, and be merry the more... your thoughts change. You were happy, you were enjoying yourself and now you're... what? Angry? Feeling overcome with guilt? Feeling betrayed? Or are you lustful? These feelings may not be your feelings but the emotions of the house. Just what are you doing to do with these feelings?
7. The Escape / Leaving Leaving so soon? Just when things were really getting good? Well, if you must. You'll be met outside with decadent party favors and smokes as you go which may or may not disappear as soon as you leave the premises. After all, were you really attending a party at the infamous Rose Red? When it's been run down and/or even demolished years ago?
For extra spice, use rng to determine if you stay or if you go. Evens: you make it out safely. Odds: Go back to #1
8. Choose Your Own Adventure!
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Cooking Lessons & A Free Dinner [for @noreasonneeded]
It had been far too long since Kaz, Piper and himself had all gotten together for just about anything. He saw Piper plenty and he was starting to see Kaz often enough. But for the three of them?
When was the last time they were all in the same room together?
It had to be before they had taken out Tempest the the former King. After that, everything quickly spiraled. His (unlife) had changed what with taking over the Underworld.
More surprising of them all, Piper had found herself back in New Orleans and she was enjoying it. Not only that but claiming it as her own. Adonis didn't think that would ever actually happen.
And Kaz, it appeared to Adonis, always kept himself busy.
This was partly why Adonis only appeared hesitant to allow Piper to come to the cooking lesson he was giving Kaz.
His plan for tonight was fettuccini alfredo - it would be an easier one for him to make and then next time, because hopefully there would be a next time, he'd want to teach him a curry that had potatoes.
Maybe it was just an excuse to get them all together again, who knows? He needed something other than the literal demons he works with to look forward to.
Adonis teleports himself and Kaz to his penthouse in London the night they all came to agree to and steps back from the other man. "Piper is around here somewhere. No doubt stowing away a bottle or two of whiskey to take back with her, the little magpie," he says, looking around for the witch who made it a habit to nick his bottles of whiskey and take them home with her. "One day I'll have to water the whiskey down and see if she notices."
"First of all, I don't "stow" away anything. You leave far too easy to access. And secondly, I would definitely notice if you watered it down - why would you do that to good whiskey anyway? It's a sacrilege," Piper says, walking into the open space of the living room and sending a grin to Kaz.
"Welcome back to Adonis' obnoxious penthouse. You get everything you needed done in Ravka?" They've talked of course in between but it was always good to hear it from him and not just through text messages.
When was the last time they were all in the same room together?
It had to be before they had taken out Tempest the the former King. After that, everything quickly spiraled. His (unlife) had changed what with taking over the Underworld.
More surprising of them all, Piper had found herself back in New Orleans and she was enjoying it. Not only that but claiming it as her own. Adonis didn't think that would ever actually happen.
And Kaz, it appeared to Adonis, always kept himself busy.
This was partly why Adonis only appeared hesitant to allow Piper to come to the cooking lesson he was giving Kaz.
His plan for tonight was fettuccini alfredo - it would be an easier one for him to make and then next time, because hopefully there would be a next time, he'd want to teach him a curry that had potatoes.
Maybe it was just an excuse to get them all together again, who knows? He needed something other than the literal demons he works with to look forward to.
Adonis teleports himself and Kaz to his penthouse in London the night they all came to agree to and steps back from the other man. "Piper is around here somewhere. No doubt stowing away a bottle or two of whiskey to take back with her, the little magpie," he says, looking around for the witch who made it a habit to nick his bottles of whiskey and take them home with her. "One day I'll have to water the whiskey down and see if she notices."
"First of all, I don't "stow" away anything. You leave far too easy to access. And secondly, I would definitely notice if you watered it down - why would you do that to good whiskey anyway? It's a sacrilege," Piper says, walking into the open space of the living room and sending a grin to Kaz.
"Welcome back to Adonis' obnoxious penthouse. You get everything you needed done in Ravka?" They've talked of course in between but it was always good to hear it from him and not just through text messages.
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open post - mβaβgβiβc
Finally, after what seems like far too long and after some much-needed meditation, Piper was ready, finally, to dive into where her powers stand. Your character can find her in some gym (either in New Orleans or Adonis'
All characters are welcome or if you have a character who wants to have some magic practice, I welcome that as well! She'll be happy to train with another! And if we have a verse, I'm more than happy to work it in! Looking at you Will and all of our verses - gym at the abattoir that just pops out of nowhere? Y/Y? β₯
Piper's Current Abilities
As a note, unless it's something huge or unusual, she doesn't need spells to do any of the below things.
Assumed CR is a GO! She's been around for a little bit, gaining connections and contacts - she could have run into your character along the way. Let's do this thing.
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OPEN POST - Snowed In / Winter Themed Post
Give me your snowed-in, mistletoe, holiday rom-com shenanigans!
I have some top levels below but let me know if there's someone you want specifically!
Holiday Cards 2021!
It's been a hot minute but I would love to send out Holiday cards this year! If you'd like one from me and maybe something special (depending on my pesky muse), let me know in the comments!
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minhalilia2021-01-11 09:25 amEntry tags:
MEME: Texting Meme
A catch-all for TFLN overflow or new texting fun times and just about anything else!
Let me know in the subject line, who you want to text!
Profit?
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Being There for New Friends [for Shelby]
It had been a while since she'd been back in the US - not since she'd finally gone over to make peace with everything that'd happen. Since then, Piper had been staying at either Adonis' stupid and ridiculous penthouse or the house that she'd promise to return more often. But it was okay. More importantly she was okay. Or would be.
She had made a decision to herself around Halloween, that she would return to the places that she'd put off for so long, being too afraid of the memories that had haunted her on occasion.
Truth be told, Piper had hesitated on taking Shelby up on her offer of visiting. It was one thing to meet in the Nexus where whoever may be still out for Piper's blood decidedly wasn't but it was another to bring any potential trouble to Shelby's literal front door. Which was why when she decided to visit Indianapolis, a city she hadn't been to in a number of years, she opted to stay at least the first night in a hotel in downtown Indianapolis. This gave her plenty of time to get a good feel of the city and see if it was a hotbed of supernatural activity - or if she'd have anything to worry about. She didn't get this far by being laxed in her own personal safety. Piper was sure that most ended up closer to Chicago which was only a few hours away.
Once she was settled into her room, somewhere around mid afternoon, Piper pulled out her phone and shot a text over to Shelby.
Hey, I know this is random but I'm in Indianapolis for a few days. Are you free for dinner and/or drinks?
She didn't want to put pressure on the other woman by any means, especially since it was her who randomly showed up in town.
She had made a decision to herself around Halloween, that she would return to the places that she'd put off for so long, being too afraid of the memories that had haunted her on occasion.
Truth be told, Piper had hesitated on taking Shelby up on her offer of visiting. It was one thing to meet in the Nexus where whoever may be still out for Piper's blood decidedly wasn't but it was another to bring any potential trouble to Shelby's literal front door. Which was why when she decided to visit Indianapolis, a city she hadn't been to in a number of years, she opted to stay at least the first night in a hotel in downtown Indianapolis. This gave her plenty of time to get a good feel of the city and see if it was a hotbed of supernatural activity - or if she'd have anything to worry about. She didn't get this far by being laxed in her own personal safety. Piper was sure that most ended up closer to Chicago which was only a few hours away.
Once she was settled into her room, somewhere around mid afternoon, Piper pulled out her phone and shot a text over to Shelby.
Hey, I know this is random but I'm in Indianapolis for a few days. Are you free for dinner and/or drinks?
She didn't want to put pressure on the other woman by any means, especially since it was her who randomly showed up in town.
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doing as the tourists do - drink & go ghost hunting (for Kol)
Piper had been the one to suggest the ghost tour and make sure that Kol would be on his best behavior. Which, when it came down to it, all she asked was he didn't bite any of the guests until after the tour. The day before, she had actually been looking forward to it too. She supposed it was only fitting. She had always enjoyed verbal sparring with others and doubly enjoyed anyone who could keep up with her.
That morning, she had gotten up and gone to the cabin where it had all started. Adonis had met her there, told her a bit of the history he and David had found all those years ago after the fact and talked to the little ghost girl who had remained. She'd seemed disappointed that Jordan wasn't with her and she couldn't bring herself to tell the ghost of all things that Jordan wouldn't be returning. Throughout it, she'd felt fine.
That was, until she'd returned to her hotel to get ready for that evening.
Within an hour or two, she'd started to feel lethargic and felt she needed to blast the AC, it was so warm in her room. Piper knew she needed to get up and at least look human even if she didn't particularly feel very human. She shot off a quick text to Kol (though she wasn't sure why she shared that bit of information with him) before leaving her room with everything she needed - phone, wallet... a knife just in case.
It was still warm and humid out for New Orleans but somehow, Piper felt even hotter. This wasn't a feeling she'd experienced since... well, before they had died. She wasn't going to assume it was that (though there was a very small part of her that was hopeful). She pushed all that aside as she came up on Kol just minutes after the last text and gave him a grin. "So, have I been ditched for a bachelorette party?"
That morning, she had gotten up and gone to the cabin where it had all started. Adonis had met her there, told her a bit of the history he and David had found all those years ago after the fact and talked to the little ghost girl who had remained. She'd seemed disappointed that Jordan wasn't with her and she couldn't bring herself to tell the ghost of all things that Jordan wouldn't be returning. Throughout it, she'd felt fine.
That was, until she'd returned to her hotel to get ready for that evening.
Within an hour or two, she'd started to feel lethargic and felt she needed to blast the AC, it was so warm in her room. Piper knew she needed to get up and at least look human even if she didn't particularly feel very human. She shot off a quick text to Kol (though she wasn't sure why she shared that bit of information with him) before leaving her room with everything she needed - phone, wallet... a knife just in case.
It was still warm and humid out for New Orleans but somehow, Piper felt even hotter. This wasn't a feeling she'd experienced since... well, before they had died. She wasn't going to assume it was that (though there was a very small part of her that was hopeful). She pushed all that aside as she came up on Kol just minutes after the last text and gave him a grin. "So, have I been ditched for a bachelorette party?"
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[Open Post] Where the Streets Have No Name
Hey! Let's do a thing.
Throw up a starter, or let me know who you want and I will throw up a starter. Any of my muses are fair game. Lemme know who you want!
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[Open Post] If You Love New Orleans, She'll Love You Back
NOTE Open post for specifically Piper Allison/Alessandra De Luca revisiting her old stomping grounds and to maybe meet some new friends. However, if you want to play with any of my other muses in New Orleans, lemme know! I can throw up a starter or you can.
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And feel free to start other things with other muses.
[Bourbon Street]
It was the first time Piper Allison had stepped foot in New Orleans since she graduated high school nearly fourteen years ago. It was also the first time in at least ten years that she felt like Piper Allison again and not Alessandra De Luca, the face and personality she'd done everything she could to escape into.
Piper had always considered this city her home, even though she had been reluctant to move here in the first place.
Everything started here. New Orleans was where Piper met Jordan and her friends in Middle School after moving from Seattle. Although she'd always known she was a witch, it was during their senior year when Jordan and she found out they were some sort of "prophesied" witches (prophesied to save the world from evil blah blah blah). It didn't take long at all before finding out Ben and David (as they were calling themselves at the time) were vampires trying to lead an "upstanding life" (read: a human life). Idiots.
After graduation, in the vein of trying to save their family and friends from whatever bullshit would come after them, the four decided to leave Louisana to travel a bit. It never crossed their minds that two of them would never return.
After Jordan and David's deaths, she'd had no desire to ever return to New Orleans. Hell, she still had a hard enough time staying in London for any stretch of time but that's where it happened so perhaps that wasn't a huge surprise.
She had checked into her hotel (a haunted one, if her memory served her correct), dropped off her things, locked up, and headed out for a walk down Bourbon Street and through the French Quarter. Piper wasn't sure how long she was going to actually stay in the city but she figured she'd feel it out.
It was oddly comforting at how much had changed and how much hadn't changed at the same time. She remembered walking and partying down these streets with Jordan and Mercedes during High School without a care in the world. She remembered leading several ghost tours throughout the years for the hundreds of tourists who came through the city. Piper smiled at the memory. She had done it so often that she still remembered the majority of the stories.
She had been less aware of it growing up but after fourteen years of training her magic and attempting to be one or five steps ahead of her mark, she could feel the presence of different supernaturals throughout the city. Vampires, werewolves, fellow witches, and definitely some spirits (of both varieties).
For once, she wasn't here to start any trouble so for the time being, she planned to keep a low profile. As low as a witch can in this city.
After making a beeline to an old favorite occult shop that she was pleased was still operating and purchasing a few items she'd had on her list, she wandered into a nearby bar for a drink.
She could really use the drink.
[So hit her up at the bar, along the street - wherever!]
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And feel free to start other things with other muses.
[Bourbon Street]
It was the first time Piper Allison had stepped foot in New Orleans since she graduated high school nearly fourteen years ago. It was also the first time in at least ten years that she felt like Piper Allison again and not Alessandra De Luca, the face and personality she'd done everything she could to escape into.
Piper had always considered this city her home, even though she had been reluctant to move here in the first place.
Everything started here. New Orleans was where Piper met Jordan and her friends in Middle School after moving from Seattle. Although she'd always known she was a witch, it was during their senior year when Jordan and she found out they were some sort of "prophesied" witches (prophesied to save the world from evil blah blah blah). It didn't take long at all before finding out Ben and David (as they were calling themselves at the time) were vampires trying to lead an "upstanding life" (read: a human life). Idiots.
After graduation, in the vein of trying to save their family and friends from whatever bullshit would come after them, the four decided to leave Louisana to travel a bit. It never crossed their minds that two of them would never return.
After Jordan and David's deaths, she'd had no desire to ever return to New Orleans. Hell, she still had a hard enough time staying in London for any stretch of time but that's where it happened so perhaps that wasn't a huge surprise.
She had checked into her hotel (a haunted one, if her memory served her correct), dropped off her things, locked up, and headed out for a walk down Bourbon Street and through the French Quarter. Piper wasn't sure how long she was going to actually stay in the city but she figured she'd feel it out.
It was oddly comforting at how much had changed and how much hadn't changed at the same time. She remembered walking and partying down these streets with Jordan and Mercedes during High School without a care in the world. She remembered leading several ghost tours throughout the years for the hundreds of tourists who came through the city. Piper smiled at the memory. She had done it so often that she still remembered the majority of the stories.
She had been less aware of it growing up but after fourteen years of training her magic and attempting to be one or five steps ahead of her mark, she could feel the presence of different supernaturals throughout the city. Vampires, werewolves, fellow witches, and definitely some spirits (of both varieties).
For once, she wasn't here to start any trouble so for the time being, she planned to keep a low profile. As low as a witch can in this city.
After making a beeline to an old favorite occult shop that she was pleased was still operating and purchasing a few items she'd had on her list, she wandered into a nearby bar for a drink.
She could really use the drink.
[So hit her up at the bar, along the street - wherever!]
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OPEN POST - lets do this thing
That thing we've been talking about? Let's do it.
As of 5.2.2020 - I'm particularly interested in playing & fleshing out
callmeles, pipermallison & lesandra. But any and all of my other characters are available! I can start or you can leave a starter - just let me know who you'd like!bamf_pointman2017-02-18 10:48 pmEntry tags:
Ships Passing [12] for Artful
Getting shot right after the New Year during a, what seemed to be, routine job hadn't been on his list of 'New Year Resolutions'.
In fact, not getting shot during a job was definitely somewhere on that list. It wasn't as though a job turning sour was common because it wasn't. Normally Arthur worked the jobs where he wasn't likely to get shot, due to how in demand his time could be now that they had completed Inception. Still, anything that dealt with the criminal world had the possibility of going sour simply due to the nature of the beast.
Arthur had gotten out of Paris as quick as he could after packing what essentials he needed and sending the brief text to Eames as soon as he managed to find a burner phone. He had quickly gotten rid of that phone as well and made his way to Germany where he'd sent Eames coordinates to.
He'd managed to only patch the wound up enough that blood didn't soak through his shirt during the train ride from Paris to Berlin. After all, there was nothing subtle about bleeding on a train from a bullet wound. Thankfully, the bullet hadn't hit anything major but that didn't make it hurt any less.
Which was why, after getting in town and stocking up on first aid supplies, Arthur was standing in front of the mirror with tweezers, a bottle of whiskey and gauze. His soiled shirt currently strewn into the tub, waiting to be burned.
He was waiting for his hands to stop shaking (probably due to the adrenaline and slight blood loss) so he could get on with it when he heard a rather loud knock on the door. "Fuck," he growled, hoping it wasn't some nosy neighbor. Doubtful as most of his neighbors didn't exactly know him from Adam. Which was exactly what he preferred.
Arthur's pants rode low on his hips as he threw on a cleaner shirt. Hopefully the blood wouldn't show in the time it took to get rid of whoever it was at the door. It was only after he checked the peep hole that he exhaled a slow breath and unlocked the double lock then opened the door.
"It's damn good to see you."
In fact, not getting shot during a job was definitely somewhere on that list. It wasn't as though a job turning sour was common because it wasn't. Normally Arthur worked the jobs where he wasn't likely to get shot, due to how in demand his time could be now that they had completed Inception. Still, anything that dealt with the criminal world had the possibility of going sour simply due to the nature of the beast.
Arthur had gotten out of Paris as quick as he could after packing what essentials he needed and sending the brief text to Eames as soon as he managed to find a burner phone. He had quickly gotten rid of that phone as well and made his way to Germany where he'd sent Eames coordinates to.
He'd managed to only patch the wound up enough that blood didn't soak through his shirt during the train ride from Paris to Berlin. After all, there was nothing subtle about bleeding on a train from a bullet wound. Thankfully, the bullet hadn't hit anything major but that didn't make it hurt any less.
Which was why, after getting in town and stocking up on first aid supplies, Arthur was standing in front of the mirror with tweezers, a bottle of whiskey and gauze. His soiled shirt currently strewn into the tub, waiting to be burned.
He was waiting for his hands to stop shaking (probably due to the adrenaline and slight blood loss) so he could get on with it when he heard a rather loud knock on the door. "Fuck," he growled, hoping it wasn't some nosy neighbor. Doubtful as most of his neighbors didn't exactly know him from Adam. Which was exactly what he preferred.
Arthur's pants rode low on his hips as he threw on a cleaner shirt. Hopefully the blood wouldn't show in the time it took to get rid of whoever it was at the door. It was only after he checked the peep hole that he exhaled a slow breath and unlocked the double lock then opened the door.
"It's damn good to see you."
bamf_pointman2017-02-04 07:25 pmThe Magic Bunch + 1: Or When Arthur Met Bob
Arthur enjoyed London.
He really enjoyed Europe in general, honestly. It probably helped that the magic community in Europe was a bit more relaxed than those in America (even still) where things were a bit more stringent and forbidden.
He'd grown up in New York, attended Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardly and after he graduated decided going into the ministry simply wasn't for him, though he'd had offers. He'd always enjoyed a challenge and had found it on the other side of the law...a white collar criminal the muggles would call him.
Arthur mostly dealt in paintings (both muggle and magical alike), rare books and grimoires, jewels, potions... and the odd magical creature a time or two. Honestly, the only time a magical creature came into play was when he saw one being mistreated by those he came across (i.e.: those with too much money who loved having animals simply to have them but knew nothing about them).
The animals hadn't chosen to be there so he always found a way to free them and/or return them to where they needed to be.
Thankfully, he wasn't dealing with magical creatures this time. This time he was looking for a reputable buyer for a selection of dark grimoires he'd nicked back in the States from a muggle who'd had no idea what he'd purchased. It was safer for the good of humanity to not have those books in the hands of a muggle.
That was precisely why Arthur (dressed in a tailored muggle suit) walked into a bar in the middle of the afternoon where a group he'd heard about in passing frequented. Word was that they had actually made it a base of operations. Word also was that if anyone in London knew who to speak to about selling a few rare books, it would be this group.
They would know someone who knew someone.
He felt the wards slide over him, allowing him to pass and likely alerting someone of his presence and likely noting that he too was a wizard. He had a feeling though that both the muggle and magical community likely visited the establishment. For now, it was early enough that it wasn't packed. Still, there was a select number of patrons at the bar, drinking away the afternoon. He assessed the room quickly before making his way over to a table, facing the entrance.
If no one came by this time, he'd just return the next day. Try to get a word to one of the Wild Bunch.
He really enjoyed Europe in general, honestly. It probably helped that the magic community in Europe was a bit more relaxed than those in America (even still) where things were a bit more stringent and forbidden.
He'd grown up in New York, attended Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardly and after he graduated decided going into the ministry simply wasn't for him, though he'd had offers. He'd always enjoyed a challenge and had found it on the other side of the law...a white collar criminal the muggles would call him.
Arthur mostly dealt in paintings (both muggle and magical alike), rare books and grimoires, jewels, potions... and the odd magical creature a time or two. Honestly, the only time a magical creature came into play was when he saw one being mistreated by those he came across (i.e.: those with too much money who loved having animals simply to have them but knew nothing about them).
The animals hadn't chosen to be there so he always found a way to free them and/or return them to where they needed to be.
Thankfully, he wasn't dealing with magical creatures this time. This time he was looking for a reputable buyer for a selection of dark grimoires he'd nicked back in the States from a muggle who'd had no idea what he'd purchased. It was safer for the good of humanity to not have those books in the hands of a muggle.
That was precisely why Arthur (dressed in a tailored muggle suit) walked into a bar in the middle of the afternoon where a group he'd heard about in passing frequented. Word was that they had actually made it a base of operations. Word also was that if anyone in London knew who to speak to about selling a few rare books, it would be this group.
They would know someone who knew someone.
He felt the wards slide over him, allowing him to pass and likely alerting someone of his presence and likely noting that he too was a wizard. He had a feeling though that both the muggle and magical community likely visited the establishment. For now, it was early enough that it wasn't packed. Still, there was a select number of patrons at the bar, drinking away the afternoon. He assessed the room quickly before making his way over to a table, facing the entrance.
If no one came by this time, he'd just return the next day. Try to get a word to one of the Wild Bunch.
minhalilia2016-12-04 05:39 pmThe Pride of Slytherin - for Draca
Everyone had been shocked when Cassi Potter, the Girl-Who-Lived, was sorted into Slytherin. Even more shocked when it turned out she had become fast and good friends with the Malfoy Heiress, Draca Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin bunch. In fact, when they realized that Cassi wasn't going to be their martyr once Voldemort rose again in her Fourth Year, she became even more popular among the Slytherin's. The rest of Hogwarts? A bit less so.
It was now Fifth Year and the holidays were upon them. She had the perfect gift for Draca, the Malfoys and even one for an additional guest should he be there. The next day, she and the rest of the students leaving to go back to their families would be boarding the Hogwarts Express to return to London where Narcissa would be, undoubtedly waiting for them.
"Usually it's me who is out here at all hours of the day," Cassi called out as she made her way to the Quidditch Pitch, spotting Draca with her broom.
It was now Fifth Year and the holidays were upon them. She had the perfect gift for Draca, the Malfoys and even one for an additional guest should he be there. The next day, she and the rest of the students leaving to go back to their families would be boarding the Hogwarts Express to return to London where Narcissa would be, undoubtedly waiting for them.
"Usually it's me who is out here at all hours of the day," Cassi called out as she made her way to the Quidditch Pitch, spotting Draca with her broom.
coreofaphoenix2016-03-12 08:43 pmEntry tags:
OPEN POST
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TFLN/Action/Prose/Text/Letters - whichever!
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coreofaphoenix2016-02-15 07:07 pmEntry tags:
For Snape
To Harry, it felt as though hardly any time had passed since that day he was told he was a wizard. Now, here he was, going into his fifth year at Hogwarts with great friends and a mass murderer after him. No matter his position in Slytherin house, nothing changed the fact that he was #1 on Voldemort's hit list.
Especially after the events in the graveyard a couple of months ago.
After the first double potions class, Harry packed away his things and waited for the rest of the class (Gryffindor's and Slytherin's as usual) trickle out, Draco giving him a look in passing.
He wasn't worried.
Although he and Professor Snape weren't always 'friendly', he respected his Head of House. He learned a lot from him.
When the last of his classmates left, Harry stood from his desk and made his way to the front.
'I trust you had a good summer', probably wouldn't fly in this case -- considering Voldemort had returned.
"You wanted to speak with me, sir?"
Especially after the events in the graveyard a couple of months ago.
After the first double potions class, Harry packed away his things and waited for the rest of the class (Gryffindor's and Slytherin's as usual) trickle out, Draco giving him a look in passing.
He wasn't worried.
Although he and Professor Snape weren't always 'friendly', he respected his Head of House. He learned a lot from him.
When the last of his classmates left, Harry stood from his desk and made his way to the front.
'I trust you had a good summer', probably wouldn't fly in this case -- considering Voldemort had returned.
"You wanted to speak with me, sir?"