Wands & Order

Who: Roger Davies and Oskar Scamander
What: Meeting, greeting
Where: St. Mungo’s, late dinner
When: Thursday night, February 21
Rating: PG for mild language
Status: Closed, complete

( ‘Don't picture me naked or anything.’ )

Who: Marcus Belby and Wayne Hopkins
What: Wayne gets a mysterious package and Wayne finds him while he's freaking out, cuing freakout number two
When: February 18 2005; around 1am
Where: Marcus' home
Rating: PG-13
Status: Closed; complete

( somewhere inside my childhood i missed my heart die. . . )

Who: Ainsley Innis & the Vice division
What: Introductions and ground rules
Where: The MLE's conference room
When: Monday morning, 18th February, 2005
Rating: R for language
Status: Closed; Complete
Notes: Yes, I realise it's entirely pointless to post this but it's been written for over a month and Ains is very sad to not be able to exist so I'm posting it anyway.

Ainsley walked into the MLE meeting room, eyes sweeping over the Aurors of her department as she made her way to the head of the table. None of them particularly looked like they wanted to be here, and who could blame them? A meeting with your new department head was hardly a sought after honour. They would live through it though, and if they didn't Ainsley maintained that was entirely their decision. She hopped up on a table at the front of the room, legs dangling off the edge that her hands gripped.

She peered at everyone for a moment before wondering if she should have actually thought about what she was going to say? All she decided was that she wasn't going to smile through this. "Before we get to any questions, comments, criticisms or 'hey lady fuck you's I'm going to talk at you for a bit. You'll kindly refrain from even muttering under your breath until I tell you I'm done. I have excellent hearing and your lips do move when you mutter. I'm not that stupid and you aren't going to enjoy your hair being singed off. I only start with that. I speak quickly and I don't like slowing, so try to keep up," She had to bite back a smirk as she took in a breath, having said all that rapidly with little pause and barely more than one breath.

( After giving them all a moment to make sure there wasn't anyone stupid enough to test her already she nodded to herself... )

Who: Emma Dobbs and and an NPC
What: Covering her tracks and drowning her sorrows
Where: Ariana's house in Cartmel; a random Muggle pub
When: 15 February, after this
Rating: NC-17 for sex. It's not actually uber descriptive, though.
Status: Closed; complete: narrative.


( There's a hurting thing inside, but I've got everything to hide. )

( Anonymous Owl Package sent to Wayne Hopkins )

Who: Ainsley Innis & Scott Alderton
What: serious!Conversation (old mates play catch up...and there is food!)
Where: Scott's place in Putney
When: 6pm, 17th February, 2005
Rating: PG-ish? Ainsley does have a tendency toward swearing
Status: Closed; Incomplete

She hadn't seen Scott in years, literally. Jesus, the last time she'd seen him Evan had been alive. The war had been a chaotic time and she felt bad for not having gotten to see him since he got out of that camp until now. Work was a wonderful thing to hide behind when you couldn't deal with the memories that crept upon you when you went home, but Ainsley had a tendency to become buried under her hiding place.

The hour gap left her with nothing to do until Ainsley had realised how entirely dishevelled she still was. Right, turning up like she'd just come out of a cycle stuffed into the dryer wasn't really the way to go. She showered, changed, and tamed her hair into something more hair-like and less mane-like as it was tending toward. That still left her with time, though. Hmmm. Side trip. Yes, a side trip was definitely necessary.

It was almost six p.m. on the dot when Ainsley rang the, a small red gift bag dangling from one hand as her hips swayed from side to side while she waited. Part of her wondered if it should be odd seeing a mate whom you'd not seen in so long. The rest of her was reminding her that it was her, though, and that generally meant the lack of odd. And it was Scott, who was just odd in that special sort of way Unspeakables were anyway. It'd be fine. Really.

( Owl to Malcolm Baddock )

Who: Marian Chambers and Mandy Brocklehurst
What: Some afternoon flying that may lead to something more. . .
When: February 17, 2005; early afternoon
Where: A park down in The New Forest
Rating: TBD
Status: Closed; Incomplete

( weather wise its such a lovely day. . . )

( Owl to Marian Chambers )

( Heavily Warded Owl to Samuel Capper )

( Package tightly wrapped, with attached note to Emma Dobbs )

Who: Emma Dobbs and Ariana dell'Uva
What: Sometimes the law moves too slowly.
Where: Ariana's house in Cartmel
When: 15 February, late night
Rating: Hard hard R for violence, language, and character death
Status: Closed; complete
Other: I will be posting a soundtrack for this later.


( Blame it all upon a rush of blood to the head. )

Who:Michelle Moon & Mary Orlena, Scott Alderton & Tilly
What: A playdate for the girls and adults
When: Saturday, February 16, 2005
Where: 72 Lower Richmond Rd, Putney.
Status/rating: CLosed, incomplete / TBD (honestly no clue)

Having apparated from Diagon Alley after having gotten the coffee and a coffee cake from a local shop, Michelle and Mary walked hand in hand down the path towards the house at 72 Lower Richmond Rd. It was a nice looking house. What she'd seen in suburbs before, but it was a nice neighborhood.

"I've never met this Tilly," Mary said excitedly. "Wha's she like?"

"I don't know, I've never met her either, but he father's pretty nice. I've talked with him a few times." The littler girl smiled up at her - happy to be out of the flat.

"I can't wait to meet 'er." Mary said as she carefully held the cake. Shelly had given it to her to make her feel like she was helping.

As they got to the door, Shelly pushed the doorbell. "Well hold on cause I think you're about to... and no acting shy, little one." she said with a smile

( Owl to Scott Alderton (sent saturday) )

Who: Emma Dobbs
What: Getting information.
Where: The MLE, specifically Neville's office
When: Not long after Neville journal entry
Rating: PG
Status: Closed; Complete; narrative

( And there's no going back on the plans we've made... )

Who: Hannah Abbott, Camilla Finch-Fletchley, and Justin
What: Kidnapping. She’s such a blonde little badass.
Where: Wiltshire and London
When: Late afternoon, 15 February
Rating: G
Status: Closed; Incomplete

On the list of hundreds of things she missed about Max, his car was definitely one of them. She loved his truck, even if it was a homicidal maniac as far as the ozone layer was concerned, she liked how easily it navigate through snow and hills, and how she felt so big in it. Her own, twenty year old, beat up, hideously grey Volkswagen got her to Wiltshire easily enough, and in one piece, but the bumps in the road seemed much more pronounced after months of stealing her boyfriend’s tank of a car.

She could practically smell history wafting from the school’s grounds when she got out of the car, that intimidating sort of ‘do you know who was here before you?’ atmosphere that she remembered from Hogwarts. In fact, there was so much about this school that reminded her of her old one, that Hannah was instantly nostalgic. Not so much the outside, because it wasn’t nearly as old or intimidating, but the portraits on the inside – even though they were still – and the group of girls who ran past her in the entrance hall only to be yelled five seconds after taking off by a strict looking professor reminded her of school.

There were signs directing her to the main office, for which Hannah was instantly grateful, and it only took her a few minutes to find her way. “Hi,” she told the woman at the front desk once she was off the phone. “Eh – I’m here to pick up a student? Camilla Finch-Fletchley – she’s a second year,” Hannah leaned onto the counter and snuck a peek at the computer, wondering how the systems worked. The woman glared at her, and she sank back. Stuffy, she thought. “Yeah – her mum said she’d call, that it would be alright to take her for the weekend?”

The woman sighed and typed something into the keyboard before looking back at Hannah and asking in the most clipped voice possible, “ID?”

Hannah nodded and shuffled through her purse for her wallet before finding it. The woman seemed more than a little bitchy, but she couldn’t really blame her. It was after five on a Friday, and Hannah would have wanted to get out of there just as badly if she was in her shoes. Work right before the weekend started sucked more than anything, it was like time slowed down to practically a stand still.

After a few minutes, a bunch of papers, and two phone calls, Hannah was told to sit and wait until Camilla was fetched. Were they both dogs? But she only smiled pleasantly and sat in the chair in the corner, wasting the time by playing tetris on her mobile. She was terrible at it.

Who: Ariana dell'Uva and Bobby Waldorf (NPC)
What: Loneliness and comradery
Where: Grange-over-Sands
When: Evening, 14th February, 2005
Rating: G
Status: Closed; Complete

Valentine's Day was not Ariana's favourite day of the year by a long shot. It was filled with false promises and hushed lies. People claimed to love others but in a month or a week or even a day they'd be hurting them. Maybe not physically, but the hurts done to one's psyche and emotions left larger scars. They hurt more and did more damage. Empty gestures. There was an entire holiday centred upon empty gestures. People would go out of their way to be "romantic" only to ignore one another, at best, the rest of the year. In a way she was glad for her solitude, her loneliness because it was at least true. It was honest even if it sometimes ached.

The young blonde went to Grange-over-Sands just because it wasn't that far from home but it was somewhere to go that she didn't see every day. She just wanted to walk, maybe even to think. Yes, that'd be nice. She thought maybe even stepping back from life and thinking for a bit was even necessary. Why wasn't something she was really sure of at all, but she was certain it should or had to happen. There was a period of time earlier in the week she couldn't remember at all. She'd blacked out after injecting Steven and couldn't remember anything until he was in the coffin and she was laying the backed goods inside with him. It was strange, she'd never blacked out before in her life. People only really blacked out from drinking too much, didn't they? She didn't drink much and she hadn't been drinking at all that night. Strange.

( Hands shoved in her pockets, Ariana kept her head down... )

( Phone Message left on the Machine of the Dobbs' Household )

Who: Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom
What: Fun times after a lovely Valentine's Day date
When: February 14, 2005; evening
Where: Draco and Neville's cottage
Rating: Likely high
status: Closed; incomplete

( now when arrows don't penetrate, cupid grabs the pistol. . . )

( Owl to Hannah Abbott )

( Owl to Neville Longbottom, Disappearances Auror, and all other involved parties )

( Owl to Emma Dobbs )

( Owl to Vicky Frobisher )

Who: Elian Summerby, multiple corpses (most specifically that of Steven Dobbs), mentions of various NPCs and Vicky Frobisher.
What: Eli looks over several bodies and makes a few discoveries.
Where: Morgue, St. Mungos’
When: Thursday, 14th February, late morning onwards
Rating: R
Status: Closed; narrative; complete

O’Connor barely looked up from her desk when Elian walked in, though somehow the files she shoved at him managed to find their way into his hands without much trouble. He wasn’t sure if this was due to her aim or the fact that, really, no matter what anyone else had said he’d managed to not completely suck at Quidditch. This had proved useful when he’d first started at the morgue and realised that Aine O’Connor was far more likely to throw things at someone than she was to pass it.

“Few corpses there for you, pet,” she said, quill scratching on the parchment in front of her. Her eyes flicked upwards and she added, “Those kid murders. You heard about them yet?”

“Aye.” He drew the word out for a long moment, shifting the files in his hands slightly, pushing them so the paper that was visible from the side disappeared into the folder. “How have they been here? Anyone else look at them yet?”

( Tongue tied and a visceral third degree, feel warm, centre of gravity... )

( Owl Post Left Sitting in the back room of Hillel's, a note to return to sender though clearly recipient forgot to send it back )

( Sent to Elisabeth Smith )

Who: Jaden Dorny and Terence Higgs
What: Valentine’s Day Inquisition chitchat
Where: Jaden’s flat
When: Thursday morning, February 14
Rating: PG at least for bad language
Status: Incomplete

( Be mine, Valentine )

Who: Christopher Warrington & OPEN
What: Bitching and moaning, because this is what Chris does
When: Thursday, February 14, 2005 - midmorning
Where: The street outside the Ministry building, heading toward the area where the restaurants are.
Rating: PG? PG-13 at most
Status: OPEN, incomplete.



Chris hated Valentine's Day.

Well, really, that was sort of an understatement. But this, he felt, was a justifiable hatred. Millions of other people hated Valentine's Day, too. It wasn't like his hatred of beige or inappropriate filing. Indeed, it wasn't even like his hatred of books with that awful, powdery gold on the edges of the pages.

Flowers, cards, heart-shaped boxes of chocolate, pink and purple decorations... it was all awful and discordant and if he could, he'd retreat to his home and just stay there for the duration. However, the Wizengamot was disinclined to postpone their hearings merely because he wished to avoid the frilly memos buzzing back and forth through the halls, so he found himself working.

Rather, he found himself, right that moment, walking down the street away from the frilly memos and the Ministry as a whole. It might be early for lunch, but he'd taken the excuse and escaped with his sanity for the time being. Now, though, the question was where he would go and what he would have. Hopefully it would take a very, very long time to prepare. The main problem, though, was that he needed a restaurant that wasn't filled with Valentine's Day cheer.

( Owl to Justin )

Who: Michelle Moon and Raphael Crane
Where: the MLE homicide offices, then Birmingham
When: Wednesday, February 13, evening
What: We shall see. (TBD)
Rating: TBD
Status: Open; in progress

"Moon," Raphael rapped his knuckles against the woman's desk, giving her a slight look as he waited for her to finish what she was reading. "Five o'clock. Papers go back in the file. File goes back in the drawer." He jerked his head towards the clock. "Break for dinner, remember?"

It had been a long day. A long day and he didn't want to think about what the morning was going to bring. There had been bodies found, and bodies of children, at that. It wouldn't be long before the media came snapping at their heels. Yes, a drink would be good indeed.

"Come on. I need to get out of here."

Who: Justin Finch-Fletchley, Michelle Moon and Mary Orlena (npc)
What: Lunch and visiting Justin!
When: Afternoon - February 12, 2005
Where: Hillel’s Halfwich
Status: Closed, incomplete
Rating: No clue!

He'd been right. After sleeping for so long Mary had been rather groggy... Groggy and hungry. It was the hungry part that Justin had been right about. So after some talk and a "good morning" Michelle had gotten her an applesauce and gotten her ready to go. And they were off.

Clearly walking to Whitehall would take too long, so they took the floo network. Michelle made sure that Mary had finished her apple sauce before they finished. The apple-based snack was meant to keep the seven-year-old's stomach from growling until they got to lunch.

Michelle had kept Mary close to her even after they got out of the Floo Network.

"Where are we going?" Mary finally asked.

Michelle just smiled and said, "We're going out for lunch." With that she pushed the door of Hillel's Halfwich open and the little girl walked in out of the cold.

"Afternoon Justin!" Michelle called as she put her coat on the back of a chair, and helped Mary out of her's, then leading her to the counter, picking her up and holding her on her hip so she could see over the counter itself.

( Warded Owl to Samuel Capper )

Who: Emma Dobbs and Lucy Dobbs (NPC)
What: The hardest thing Emma has ever had to do.
Where: The Dobbs' house
When: 13 February, late night
Rating: Um. I'll go with PG-13. On f-bomb from Emma's inner thoughts.
Status: Closed; complete: narrative.
Other: The song the subject and cut tag lines come from is here.

Emma slipped into the kitchen, closing the door behind her. She leaned her head against the cool wood and closed her eyes. She hadn't cried yet. She didn't know why. Maybe it was because she'd found him with the missing children - or what she new was one of the missing children. She'd stayed at the morgue until all of the bodies had been brought in. They were all so much younger than Steven, and it didn't make since. They'd all been closer to Lizzie's age; Steven didn't fit the pattern. It didn't make sense. But then again, non of made sense. What kind of monster could steal children away, kill them, then bury them like they'd cared. It didn't make sense, and it hurt.

"Emma?"

She opened her eyes when she heard her mother's voice. Taking a deep breath, she tried to push down the sudden wave of nausea that swept over her. She should have to do this. Her mother shouldn't have to hear this. Steven should be here, at home with them. He should grow up, find a wife if he wanted, and have kids. Little mini-Stevens. And now? Her mum would never get to see those kids. Neither would she. It wasn't fair and it wasn't right.

( ...who'll tell his mother where her boy died? )

Who: Emma Dobbs, random NPC Aurors.
What: A routine crime scene photography shoot leads to the discovery of something far worse that what Emma was called out for.
Where: Close to the Hell Gill force in Mallerstang on the River Eden
When: 13 February, around 5pm
Rating: R for corpses, language, and dead kids.
Status: Closed; complete: narrative


Emma wasn't sure why Headquarters had seen fit to lend her out to a case in some place called Mallerstang in Cumbria of all places. Apparently the CSW shutterbugs out there were all sick or on strike or something. Not that she cared, apart from the fact that she'd hardly slept in days and it felt like a great cosmic joke or something to make her go across country for some case that would probably be solved in a week. Oh well. Those were the good kinds of cases.

When she arrived, she found the Homicide Aurors standing closer to the bodies - probably murder suicide or double suicide from the looks of things - than she'd have liked.

"Would you mind taking a few steps back so I've enough room to work?" she asked them, trying to look more awake than she felt. There were dark circles under her eyes and she looked thinner than she usually did.

The Auror who seemed to be taking charge laughed. He was about six feet tall and lanky, with dark hair and a hideous mustache that looked like a bad toupee. "Got the whole bloody area to walk around in, luv, don't mind us." The other Auror - younger, by the look of him - just rolled his eyes and mouthed 'sorry.'

( Emma took a deep breath and told herself to remain calm. )

Who: Hannah Abbott and Roger Davies
What: Breakfast is becoming tradition.
Where: The café near St. Mungos
When: 8am, February 13
Rating: PG
Status: Closed; in progress

For the first time since she started meeting Roger for breakfast last month, Hannah was there before him. It wasn’t that she was ever late (well, not usually), just that he always seemed to be early. She’d gotten used to seeing him there, waiting for her – without the carnation – but this time she wanted to come first, because she had spent the previous afternoon finding a gift for him. She liked gift giving, and had the reputation of being a Birthday and Christmas Nazi with everyone she knew, because she never let a holiday pass without an obnoxious amount of ceremony and cheer. Not that it was his birthday – or at least she didn’t think it was (she hoped not, since she hadn’t bought a card), but he had gone out of his way last week to try and cheer her up, and she was more than grateful for it.

She had ordered several breakfast dishes, not sure what he’d like that morning, and coffee for the both of them. The medium sized, heavily wrapped and decorated box, was set to the side so it wouldn’t be ruined by syrup. Hannah was still a little depressed over the Max situation, but had moved passed the openly devastated stage to a point where she was keeping herself busy in any way possible, getting little sleep at night. And overall, she looked better, if a little more glum than usual, and had put on a few pounds which actually suited her usually too-skinny frame. But she wasn’t happy about that at all and woke up that morning set to start a diet.

The bells chimed as someone entered and Hannah looked up, caught Roger’s eye, and waved. “Hey,” she said cheerfully, once he was close enough to hear her.

( Owl to Roger Davies )

( Letter to Camilla Finch-Fletchley, delivered by muggle post )

( Owl to Raph Crane - sent before the entry was made )

Who: Ariana dell'Uva and Steven Dobbs
What: Kidnapping and breakfast
Where: Ariana's cottage in Cartmel
When: Monday morning, 11th February
Rating: PG for teenage boy-ness
Status: Closed; Complete

The words of an annoyed sister were easy to spot on the journals. It was easier to pick back through to find other mentions of just how much she didn't pay attention to her siblings. Ariana would have thought a muggleborn wouldn't be so prejudice against her non-magical siblings but it seemed having just one other was grounds for ignoring "the other two." Steven Dobbs was a bit older than Ariana had thought she'd bother with, really. Fourteen was nearly through things. You could struggle on through and be alright by that age, really. She had sought him out anyway, just to see. Just in case it was worth pursuing. It was easy to find him in Liverpool on a Saturday night because, really, how many things were there to do for a fourteen year old? He'd been at the movies with friends and he'd spotted her before she'd found him.

Ariana was a cute girl, something that often escaped her notice but it rarely escaped the notice of a hormonal teenage boy. On a dare from a mate Steven had sauntered up to her, full of faux confidence. He wasn't a bad looking guy, honestly. Not her type, a little young, but four years wasn't such an age difference, was it? She was just starved for attention enough to choose to overlook that fact when he started to flirt with her. Flirting back was so easy and it clearly took him by surprise. It made it easy to lure him away. She'd dropped small hints that she was a witch, things which were otherwise innocuous but because of his sister Steven had picked right up on what she was and it made offering to apparate them elsewhere all the more easier. He thought he was totally scoring so he told his friends he was leaving with Ariana, a wide grin on his face. Fit older girl? Who wouldn't go?

( They'd spent most of the night flirting, dancing around the obvious that he wanted... )

Who: Andrew Kirke & Hannah Abbott
What: Andrew tries to quell the over emotional female monster
Where: Hannah's Flat
When: 6 am, Tuesday, 12th February, 2005
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Closed; Complete

What Hannah's hormonal problem was happened to be well out of Andrew's sphere of knowledge. What he'd done to convince the bird so thoroughly that he couldn't stand her was completely beyond him. As much as he just didn't care what people thought of him, he did care about unintentionally hurting people. It was, perhaps, only because she was Justin's best friend that he was even bothering. Going without sleep was quite a fucking bother for Andrew and it would set back all the other shit he needed to do for Derek. The domino effect also dictated that by setting back stuff for Derek it set back when he'd be able to see Justin, a consequence of him trying to fix whatever he did to cause her over reaction.

As such, Andrew hadn't gone to sleep after dropping Luce back in London late last night. No, instead he went to Eric's and hung out until about five a.m. when he left to acquire his supplies and by six he was ringing the bell of Hannah's flat. There was a bag hanging from one hand and a rather mismatched bouquet of flowers in his other hand.

When the door opened Andrew only allowed enough time to make sure it was Hannah before he started rambling off. "So the lady at the flower shop started telling me how flowers have meanings and they've got these significances. I'm pretty sure it was a load of bollocks but she insisted if I was going to wake some woman up with flowers at this hour that I have the right ones for the significance I needed. Aye, and I couldn't actually convince her you weren't my girlfriend and I wasn't trying to woo you or some shite because it's six am and I'm waking some bird up with flowers in my hand and what sane person does that for the best friend of their significant other? Aye, but sane's not always my strong point." He shrugged a little, the terminally unfinished smile that was his default expression quirking into an actual one for a moment before he went on.

"Aye, so these purple ones are supposed to mean that you're sorry, and then these blue ones are supposed to mean an early friendship aye, and the orange ones are supposed to be about friendship and adversity which seemed sort of fitting. Aye, and it's likely all bollocks, but I figured why not? Though, I realise they don't really get on with one another at all but I'm working off the 'dishevelled but pretty' school of thought, which, you know, goes along with you so they match you, sort of. In a non-offensive way." Andrew held out to the bouquet to Hannah and then glanced at the bag dangling from his other hand. "I brought you breakfast."

( Owl and Parcel to Hannah Abbott )

( Owl to Eli Summerby )