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September 13th, 1978 - Narrative [05 Jan 2007|04:34pm]

sevlsnape
[ mood | determined ]

September 13, 1978
7:11 am
east end of London, Bridget's apartment


It was probably safe to say that Severus had had no idea what his note to Varian would bring. He certianly hadn't expected to have his fears confirmed from the source itself. Almost three hours after he'd started the conversation, and he had been sitting here on the floor in Bridget's living room for nearly a half hour after the last message, head buried in his arms on the coffee table as everything that had been said between them ran through his head, over and over.

It was all well and good to be angry over what happened, and he had expected that. But what he hadn't expected was the overwhelming feeling of crushing sadness and hurt and disappointment he felt. Here he had been hoping that, for once in his life, he had been wrong about something, that his fears were unfounded - and then, not only did Varian tell him that he was right, but the man had then proceeded to try and make him think it was his fault it had happened in the first place.


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September 13th, 1978 - Journal [05 Jan 2007|12:19pm]

sevlsnape
[ mood | bitchy ]

September 13, 1978
4:20 am
back 'yard' of Bridget's apartment building, London, England


Private to VarianCollapse )

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Tuesday, September 6, 1978 [11 Dec 2006|11:59pm]

hey_im_frankie
[ mood | sprity ]

8:55 am

Frank Longbottom walked at a suitable pace as he moved down the hallway and then turned the corner (right) to head towards one of many classrooms this section of the Ministry had. He glanced at his watch, his eyebrows went up slightly as he tried to read it, and then squinted. For someone who was far sighted, Frank only really wore his glasses when reading, or to look sexy for the sexy sexy ladies. He paused at a relfective window of someone's empty office and admired his reflection, sweeping his hand through his longish hair, making the bangs sweep back and stick up a little more. He then licked his fingertip and thumb and swept them across his eyebrows.

"Oh yeeeahh..." he then pointed his fingers like a gun at the window. "Cool!" He said, using, again, that new phrase he picked up from the students in France. That was, before they were attacked, and one died. Frank tilted his head and stared off at a space on the wall as he let his mind wander back, reliving only seconds of that event before he was snapped back into reality.

It was...well Frank didn't know his name. He was an old old old bearded man with a slouch who cleaned the hallways, in charge of the house-elves that helped maintain order in the depths of the Ministry.

"Well, aren't we all spiffy and purty today, Nancy." The old man said, his long white beard dangling to the floor and he laughed a hissing laugh because he lacked teeth.

"My name's Frank-" Frank stated for probably the hundreth time since he started at the Ministry.

"Nancy. What a pretty name. I see your boobies have almost grown in," and the old man took a sweeping look at Frank's chest and then made another hissing throaty laugh as he moved down the hallway. Frank, in the meantime, has consciously grabbed the edges of his work robe and closed them in front, as if protecting his fair-weather chest. He walked away quickly, taking peeking glances down at his front, at his vest and properly done-up tie, at his trousers and semi-scuffed dress shoes. He looked back, eye-balling the old man before yanking open the door of the classroom.

"Sorry sir, the janitor was talking to me and I'm la-" Frank started saying immediatly as he stepped into the room, and then paused. The teacher's desk was empty, and so were the student desks. Even the corner that Ted Tonks sat was vacant, and then Frank noticed the lights were off. "Oookay..." He said outloud, to no one.

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September 6 1978 [11 Dec 2006|04:37am]
blackwell_rinna
[ mood | relaxed ]

2:00 am

Owl to Severus, wherever he is the owl finds himCollapse )

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September 5th, 1978 - Journal [10 Dec 2006|10:35pm]

sevlsnape
[ mood | lonely ]

September 5th, 1978
11:52 pm
Bridget's flat, London, England


I wasn't going to write in this again today. I felt the need to. My week is looking up slightly. All I need to do now is talk to a couple friends and make sure they're ok some plans to get together at some point so we can catch up, and then maybe things won't look so grim.

Private to meCollapse )

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Tuesday September 6th Early Morning Press [11 Dec 2006|01:23am]

press_mistress
ATTACKS IN PARIS LEAD THE INTERNATIONAL COMMUNITY INTO A PANIC OVER POSSIBLE TIES BETWEEN THOSE AND THE ONES RECORDED IN ENGLAND

Yesterday morning explosions rocked the Parisian Wizarding community leaving several dead and countless other injured. One woman reported that it was like the end of days were upon them. It is though that the attacks involved members of the organization known as the Death Eaters who have been illusively terrorizing England. Though no arrests have been made preliminary information suggests that there was possibly an Auror present at the attack. The Ministry had been unavailable for comment, but suffice to say questions will be asked and answered demanded as more of the story unfolds.

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September 5th Late Afternoon [11 Dec 2006|01:17am]
ali__cat
[ mood | worried ]

Owl to Frank LongbottomCollapse )

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September 5th Early Afternoon [11 Dec 2006|06:14am]

prew_gideon
[ mood | pissed off ]

Gideon Prewett, Fabian Prewett, and Alice Townsend

Oh the Tangled Webs we weaveCollapse )

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September 2, 1978 [08 Dec 2006|06:23am]

crouch_bartyjr
[ mood | irate ]

September 2, 1978
6:30 pm
Downtown London, Rodolphus Lestrange's Office




“A flower? This is not just a flower. This is our Lord’s newest plan.Collapse )

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September 2, 1978 [08 Dec 2006|06:18am]

jones_bridget
[ mood | discontent ]

September 2, 1978
6:30 pm
Hogsmeade//East end of London





Are you afraid he'd find you here, hunt you down so to speak? I know I am..I always am. Of Them.Collapse )

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September 2, 1978 [08 Dec 2006|03:59am]

dolph_lestrange
[ mood | busy ]

Septemner 2, 1978
6:15 pm
Rodolphus Lestrange's Office, downtown London




And the object made land fall this afternoon, and is now en route to Potter’s store. You know what to look for, I presume?Collapse )

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September 2, 1978 [08 Dec 2006|03:59am]

v_avery
[ mood | annoyed ]

September 2, 1978
5:54 pm
Avery family (re: Varian's) cottage, Hogsmeade




It took MONTHS to collect these specimens. Rodolphus spent a lot of bloody money to import them from the Tibetian shrine, and its MY task to make sure they arrive INTACT to alchemist!Collapse )

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5 September 1978 [05 Dec 2006|01:35am]

hey_im_frankie
[ mood | musical ]

When:10pm
Where:
Train Station, Paris, France

Dubois Estate, London, United Kingdom
With:



The portkey back to London, soon to find vampire relevations and Frank calls around to inform of their prescence in the UK.Collapse )

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5 September 1978 [05 Dec 2006|01:35am]
blackwell_rinna
[ mood | rushed ]

When:8pm
Where:Train Station, Paris, France
With:


After fleeing to the train station, Frank and Corinna meet an unlikely saviour who fills in the gaps with needful information.Collapse )

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September 5th, 1978 - RP [03 Dec 2006|08:20am]

d_avery
[ mood | in pain ]

Missions gone awry/attack/multiple personalities???Collapse )

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September 5th, 1978 - RP [03 Dec 2006|08:17am]

d_avery
[ mood | pessimistic ]

September 5, 1978
5:52 pm
a small roadside cafe in Paris, France


Paris sat at a small table on the outside patio of a nice little coffee shop in the heart of Paris, the prearranged rendezvous point for their little operation, sitting in the shade of his ever present parasol and lounging back in his chair as he sipped on an over priced espresso. He had been feeling a little over tired in the last week, what with not being able to get much sleep - his uncle's bodyguards/lackeys had required his presence here in Paris (how fitting, he thought with a small grin to himself) on their mission to find this Corinna Blackwell, and while he knew that he COULD operate during daytime hours (he had found out to his surprise and delight that the accepted view of vampires only being able to operate at night was, in fact, false), he also knew that if he didn't get a day off from this soon, he would have to take someone off the streets to feed - to get his energy back up, really. "Come on boys," he said softly to himself, as he glanced around lazily for Avery or Rippner to show up, crossing one black trousered leg over the other as he waited still.

Information gathering.Collapse )

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Flashback....August 18 1978 [02 Dec 2006|03:19am]

rippner_jackson
[ mood | determined ]

August 18, 1978
Virgin Flight 1807 from Buffalo, NY to Heathrow, London
11:00 am


Daniel Avery, II, sat in his seat uncomfortably, trying to ignore the couple sitting right beside him who seemed to INSIST on being disgustingly 'cute' and 'romantic' with each other. He'd been watching his baby brother and brother's 'boyfriend' since the seat belt light went off, just to see how they interacted in public places. It amused him to no end that Varian seemed to be uncommonly jittery and annoyed right now, and he had already attributed it to baby brother nearly missing the flight. Of course, the couple beside him chose that moment to start giggling about some stupid, insipid, obviously private joke one of them had made, and he couldn't take it any more. It was perhaps fortunate that he'd started to feel like he might need to use the loo, because he had to get away from them. Letting out a wheezing snort, Daniel unbuckled his seat belt (he'd been too lazy to before)and pushed himself up to stand, smirking slightly at the twin blank stares he recieved as he stepped out into the aisle and started down towards the loo.
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September 5th, 1978 - Journal [30 Nov 2006|11:27am]

sevlsnape
[ mood | upset ]

September 5, 1978
4:35 pm
a movie theatre lobby, London, England


Newsflash, to anyone who reads this, or cares. I am having the world's worst week ever.

And the worst part of writing that is the knowledge that no-one is going to bother reading this, or they'll go, "OH, he's just complaining again. Baby." Fine. Call me what you want, that just proves that people fucking suck.

Private to MeCollapse )


I need to find a new way to occupy my time. That movie was ridiculously stupid.

And I hate that stupid woman who just bitched me out for 'upsetting her precious puppy'. I didn't do a goddamn thing to your little monster, bitch, the thing is a TANK - and it came barelling straight at me the minute I stepped outside the theatre! Put it on a fucking LEASH and it won't run into the door, you stupid entitlement TWAT. And yes, YOU deserved being bitched out. Your excuse of, 'He's only a puppy, he doesn't know any better!" is lame, and inexcusable. Train your fucking pet before you bring him out in public WITHOUT A LEASH. This is not a park. Fuck you, and have a GREAT fucking day. I should have called the cops on you for not having a huge dog like that on a leash.


Private to MeCollapse )


Hey, check out these lyrics I wro found.

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startling words that mock my pain
hurt me more than a whisper
any sudden movement of my heart
and I know I'll have to watch it pass away
(just get through this day)

"give up your way,
you could be anything"
give up my way
and lose myself

not today - there's too much much guilt to pay

sickened in the sun
you dare tell me you love me
but you held me down
and scream to get your own way

honey, you know I'd never hurt you that way
(you're just so pretty in your pain)

"give up my way
and I could be anything"
I'll make my own way
without your selfish ways lies

so run - run away
and hate me if it feels good

you lied to me, but I'm older now
and I'm not buying baby

demanding my response, don't bother justifying yourself
I found a way out

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Just curious what anyone thinks...

Yeah, I have nothing more to bitch about... Partly because I don't want to dwell on fucking everything right now, I'm upset enough as it is.

"It was all just a lie." ~SLS

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September 5th Early Afternoon [18 Nov 2006|12:12am]

charming__james
Looking puzzled James closed down the shop and checked his watch. It was only 2 and Lily wouldn't be done with her dance practice for another four hours. Frowning, a look that was quite foreign on Mr. Potter, he walked hurriedly to his flat, his mind working over all it had processed in the last hour or so. The attacks had started again, which in his mind ment it was only a matter of time before the got worse. Reaching his flat, he tapped the door knob and then unlocked it slinging his coat onto the coat rack absent-mindedly before falling down on the couch.

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September 5th early morning [15 Nov 2006|08:44pm]

black__bella
Owl to RodolphusCollapse )

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September 5th Late Afternoon [15 Nov 2006|09:40pm]

charming__james
[ mood | Freaking Out ]

Owl to Lily's Dance StudioCollapse )

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September 5th Late Afternoon after the paper is published [16 Nov 2006|02:36am]

prew_gideon
Private to Ministry EmployeesCollapse )

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September 5th The Prophet [15 Nov 2006|09:18pm]

press_mistress
[ mood | nervous ]

ANOTHER DEATH LEAVES THE MINISTRY PERPLEXED


And it has happened again, though there are many who said it would be just a matter of time. Ernie Smeltzerwich was found dead this morning from an aparent attack of a group known only as Death Eaters.




The tears glistened in the eyes of his anguished neighbors all of whome remembered the good natured squib as a dear friend who always had good advice.

"His son moved away to the states for college a year ago, but Ernie was such a good father, there was always hot apple pie and milk waiting for him when he got hom from school, and he and his father seemed to have such a good relationship," Said neighbor Trudy Crumbrolt. The son could not be reached for comments as he is at Band Camp somewhere in the Rocky mountains, they are working on finding him as we speak.

The questions are starting, the biggest one being who is responsible and when are they going to start responding to our terror? Do they refuse to relieve it, or are they afraid of making it worse?






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28 August 1978 [15 Nov 2006|03:17am]

black_regulus
[ mood | rushed ]

28 Sunday 1978
6:00 pm
Lestrange’s backyard/Avery’s cottage in Hogsmeade


Regulus received the owl during the most unlikely of times. He had been in the middle of a croquet game in Rabastan's backyard against son and father. He had just struck Rabastan's ball away from the whisket, preventing him from striking. Regulus, for someone who had never played before, had sported beginners luck. Regulus was just making a celebratory toast to his croquet genius when a large barn owl swooped down, knocking his beer from his hand. Regulus, angry, threw the can at the bird and kicked the house elf, and then yelled because it knocked his last cigarette into the grass somewhere. Ignoring the laughing he received, he yanked the letter from t he bird and literally threw it off his shoulder. He then swiped at with his mallet for good measure.

After he spent a good twenty minutes running around the yard waving the mallet and screaming at the bird, Regulus took all of three minutes to read the note. Once he did he grew angry, balled up the note, and threw it at the bird that had taken root in a nearby tree. Ignoring the fact it wanted to be tipped, he tramped through the grass towards Rabastan. "I have to go," he told him, and without waiting for a reply, he turned and marched off, swatting at the bird that followed.

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September 2nd 1978 [12 Nov 2006|03:05am]

hes_is_hot
[ mood | calm ]

Patronus to KingsleyCollapse )

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September 1st 8pm [12 Nov 2006|08:01am]

prew_gideon
[ mood | okay ]

He left the order meeting and just walked around the neighborhood for a few minutes. It made him happy to see that people seemed to have begun to feel more comfortable being out near and at dark now, but as usual a small part of him worried, thinking perhaps they were deceptively getting comfortable when they shouldn't. Finally, after stopping for a small drink at a nearby pub he apparated over to his brother's, giving the door a good knock before shoving his hands in his pockets.

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Order meeting September 1st 1978 [12 Nov 2006|02:59am]

hes_is_hot
They were getting somewhere, but she felt they were only scratching the surface.Collapse )

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Sunday, August 28, 1978 [06 Nov 2006|02:14am]

v_avery
[ mood | nervous ]

August 28, 1978
3:48 pm
Varian's cottage, Hogsmeade



Severus felt something wet on his arm in the middle of his dream and woke up, blinking blearily as he looks around. His gaze focued in on the dog almost immediately. " ... Oh fucking hell," he muttered as he sat up straight quickly, causing the futon shift under him. "I'm NOT living in the same house as a dog!" He glanced over at Varian, who laid next to him.

Varian scratched behind the small dog's ears as he laid back on the futon. The dog climbed onto his flat stomach, licking at his chin until its attention focused itself on the long haired man to the left. Its ears perked up, and its massive eyes stared at him until Varian's small whistle caused it to turn back to his master, licking his chin again. He chuckled lightly, his bony fingers working to rub the back of the dog's neck. "Lyland...look at me," he said quietly in a whisper to the dog. He had felt the jolt of the bed but paid little attention to it, the dog being the apple of his eye. He then shook his head at the small animal. "No...don't eat daddy's shirt," he said as the dog started to lick at his shirt.
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Sunday, 28 August 1978 [05 Nov 2006|06:08pm]

dolph_lestrange
[ mood | annoyed ]

4:05 pm

Urgent Owl sent to Regulus A. BlackCollapse )

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Sunday, August 28, 1978 [05 Nov 2006|04:39pm]

macnair_walden
[ mood | angry ]

August 28, 1978
4:00 pm


Private to RodolphusCollapse )

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