| They are the brilliant ones who speak and write with silver luck... |
[August 18, 2009] |
[Diagon Alley, Anyone]
[Late Evening]
"I'm closing up shop," Mr. Borgin announced, coming up behind Nott and glaring at him. "Either buy something or stop skulking around." Clearly, Borgin was not fond of Nott.
Nott raised his eyebrows and stared Borgin down before answering lazily, "I'm not skulking and there was a time when you were a bit more polite to your clientele."
"Clientele?" Borgin sniffed as though Nott were something rather distasteful. "These days, I don't need the likes of you for clientele."
Nott opened his mouth to retort and then closed it, shrugging. It was not worth an argument with this stupid little man. Borgin was, after all, trying to run a business no matter how disreputable it was. Nott ought, he decided, to take it as a compliment that he himself was so disreputable that a man like Borgin was wary of his presence. That was nice.
He gave Borgin a polite nod and then wandered out into the street, away from Knockturn Alley towards the brightly lit sidewalks of Diagon Alley.
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| Official summons... |
[August 04, 2009] |
[Dungeon Questioning Room Ministry of Magic, Attn: Draco, Ginny, Harry]
[Afternoon]
The hall way outside the dungeon was relatively empty save for a few people waiting on benches. Nott was among these, lounging with a look of irate boredom upon his aristocratic features. Another "suspected Death Eater" was called in, looking frightened. Nott could not understand what he was doing back here again. What more could they possibly ask him? He supposed it was the price he had to pay to return to London, but it was a rather annoying price all the same. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the cold stone wall, lost in thought.
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| A Slytherin Get-Together |
[July 24, 2009] |
[The restaurant mentioned previously, All the Slytherins]
[Evening]
Theodore sat in a little private room of the restaurant suggested by Pansy, hoping that those he and Pansy did not actually wish to be there would not shop up- but knowing this was rather unlikely. At the very least he could be civil towards a particular person. At the very least, it would be nice to see those from Slytherin who he hadn't had a chance to catch up with yet. So there he waited, sipping a glass of red wine.
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| An invitation |
[July 23, 2009] |
[Owl to Marcus Flint, Millicent Bulstrode, Draco Malfoy, Adrian Pucey, Daphne and Astoria Greengrass, and Owyn Montague.]
Your presence is requested on Friday evening at eight at Cliche du Bleu in London for a sort of Slytherin reunion. Please check all drama at the door. Hope to see you there.
Sincerely,
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| Oh it's good to be back home again... |
[July 18, 2009] |
[Diagon Alley, Anyone]
[Evening]
Ah, Diagon Alley. It had been years since Theodore had been in London and he had, he admitted to himself, missed it greatly. The sights, the sounds, the people- well, most of the people. These days, he supposed, it was impossible to find many purebloods about. Well, he wasn't exactly in any position to be picky on that front. He was surprised he hadn't already been waylaid by a gaggle of aurors. Your name has been cleared he reminded himself and did his best to remain calm as he strolled casually along the storefronts. He paused next to a few burnt out buildings. He'd read about that when he was in Paris- it was, he admitted, partly what had made him decide to return to London. As suspicious as his timing was, he was certain he could handle whatever the Ministry or M.L.E. threw at him. His father was not going to rot in Azkaban just so his son could share his cell.
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