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 Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 9:53 pm
*Tilts his head to "look" at Hugo before slipping an arm around him, holding his wand tightly in his other hand.*
Hold on.
* With a Crack! they were gone.*
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Posted: Sat May 22, 2010 6:48 am
*Turns her head at the second crack from inside the house* Oh, Hugo. stare
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 7:32 am
Blaise should be here in a few minutes - I've owled his home and Professor Nott's just in case. *Rolls the sleeves of her sweater up, viewing a partially conscious Regulus sprawled out on the couch-transfigured operating table before her* The potion I gave him should bring him around soon.. I don't want him asleep, he could go into shock.. *Draws on thin gloves, looking over the various tools she's collected on a smaller metal table*
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 7:33 am
*Upstairs with Hugo, Pyrate, and Arthur*
So. You think it was Damaeseon Mulciber? The crackhead?
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 7:35 am
He's not a crackhead.
And yeah, I'd bet my life on it.
So his Dad and his brothers might have been the other masked wizards.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 7:37 am
Now, Hugo, with these things we can't jump to conclusions. It got people killed on false pretenses in the first war, and jailed in Azkaban during the second. *Still looking pleasantly flushed and energetic*
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 3:36 pm
He watched Hermione warily before looking back down to Reg. The vampire reached down, pushing blood-mattered hair from his deathly pale forehead.
"Jou think dis is de best way to do all this? Don' think Reg will appreciate all the...hospital" he gestured to the bed and tools, somewhat angrily.
He didn't like Hermione being involved and he knew Reg would not be very happy with everyone and their grandpa knowing any of this had taken place, regardless that they had probably saved Reg a great amount of pain by showing up and stopping it.
The only thing that sucked about it all was it wasn't the first time this had happened, not the worst, and now it was some big crisis that would probably end up with the Coverslut leader being forced under a microscope or house arrest for safe keeping.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 4:15 pm
His thin frame gave a violent jerk, Reg waking with a harsh gasp before he promptly vomited. He felt himself being shifted, set somewhat on his side by cool fingers as he choked and sputtered. Blood and bile splattered across the floor and some of the sheets as he let out a sobbing breath, croaking out his friend's name in a feeble attempt to assure himself he was indeed alive.
"L....o.." he panted, shivering hard as he gagged, the sensation of not being able to completely open his mouth only disgusted him further and he retched again.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 4:35 pm
But not giving accusations also leaves the rest of us on edge and open for further persecution. *Mutters, sitting beside Hugo, comfortable as they arms were touching just slightly.*
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 8:30 am
I'll call Damae later, see if he's alright, act like I didn't know it was him. When we smoke-- cigarettes together *glances with a smile at Arthur* he spills his guts about a lot of things. Knowing Damae he'll apologize for trying to attack me and Pyrate.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 8:33 am
And then what do we do with the information? Tell the Ministry? confused
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 8:39 am
I'll have a talk with Kingsley if we get anything concrete, then. *Frowns slightly but doesn't argue with the teenage detective idea; after all, didn't Harry Potter save their world through similar methods?*
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:03 am
*Scowls in Angelo's direction but doesn't bother to respond; it isn't as though she could do it with scissors on a filthy couch in an alley somewhere*
Regulus.. *Speaks softly as she spells away the sick, casting a scentless odor-repelling charm to ward off the smell* We're going to remove that thread, but I need you to relax for me; you're alright, Angelo is right here, and.. Lavender's on her way.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:31 am
*Pushes Reg back gently, keeping a firm, but careful hold on him so he can't attempt to get up. Frowns, and flinches on Reg's behalf as the singer tries to to sit.*
Stop. Jou can' get up yet, Reg.
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Posted: Mon May 31, 2010 9:34 am
No...Ge' off.. ******** you. ******** THIS, LET ME GO. *Nearly screams, voice cracking at his try at raising it. Jerks his shoulder from Lo, hissing in pain as skin tears, but he continues to work his way into a sitting position.*
I don't want....either of you ruddy birds...anywhere near me. Get off, Lo. ********' lemme go!
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