RP: Vampire blood and Sphinxes
Date: 11 July 1998
Characters: Adrian Pucey
Location: Pucey Residence
Status: Private
Summary: Adrian returns from his trip.
Completion: Complete
Home. At last. It was almost noon, when Adrian stepped out of the Floo into the east wing of the Pucey Residence. It was his part of the house. He lived and worked here. The House-elves had known that he would arrive, so the place was clean, there were fresh flowers on the table and a light snack awaited him. He took off his outer robe, picked up the food and plopped down on the sofa.
Merlin, it had been a successful trip. He had been gone for more than two months, travelling through Europe, the Middle East and Asia.
Among other things, he had found a long-term supplier for vampire blood in Transylvania. He had managed to meet someone who could sell him Ashwinder eggs in Italy of all places - there had been a dreadful accident the last time he had tried to import some, but he hoped this man knew that they had to be frozen at ALL times. Plus he had even got his hands on some powdered Longhorn horns in Romania. In Egypt he had talked to a guy who knows someone who has a cousin, who works with Sphinxes. Who knows, perhaps that would lead to something. He didn't joke about those connections anymore, since he had gotten his Greek Chimera contact the same way.
Of course he had bought a lot of wine in Spain, and France, got his mother a Persian carpet, and his father something from Nepal, the Ministry would hopefully never know of. And boy, those Chinese witches, with their tiny hands...
Though it had been both, successful and entertaining, Adrian was glad that he was back now. It was necessary to visit his contacts regularly, but it was also important not to be absent too long. Especially now, that some major changes had happened. Smiling, he thought that he couldn't have planned it better, if he had known. Being abroad, when the war had peaked had been pure luck. Being not there the first weeks after, when the Aurors had run amok and arrested everyone who couldn't sing the Harry Potter love song, had been even better.
He forced himself not to think about his business right now, though his brain had already provided some names of people he should contact soon. Now that the war was finally over, the possibilities were almost endless. Someone had told him that the Department of Mysteries paid excellent for some of the more obscure supplies they needed. Maybe he should talk to... No. Not today. Today he would just lie here on the sofa, eat, and later he would go to the main part of the house to talk to his parents. Perhaps.
Tomorrow Adrian would write some letters.
Characters: Adrian Pucey
Location: Pucey Residence
Status: Private
Summary: Adrian returns from his trip.
Completion: Complete
Home. At last. It was almost noon, when Adrian stepped out of the Floo into the east wing of the Pucey Residence. It was his part of the house. He lived and worked here. The House-elves had known that he would arrive, so the place was clean, there were fresh flowers on the table and a light snack awaited him. He took off his outer robe, picked up the food and plopped down on the sofa.
Merlin, it had been a successful trip. He had been gone for more than two months, travelling through Europe, the Middle East and Asia.
Among other things, he had found a long-term supplier for vampire blood in Transylvania. He had managed to meet someone who could sell him Ashwinder eggs in Italy of all places - there had been a dreadful accident the last time he had tried to import some, but he hoped this man knew that they had to be frozen at ALL times. Plus he had even got his hands on some powdered Longhorn horns in Romania. In Egypt he had talked to a guy who knows someone who has a cousin, who works with Sphinxes. Who knows, perhaps that would lead to something. He didn't joke about those connections anymore, since he had gotten his Greek Chimera contact the same way.
Of course he had bought a lot of wine in Spain, and France, got his mother a Persian carpet, and his father something from Nepal, the Ministry would hopefully never know of. And boy, those Chinese witches, with their tiny hands...
Though it had been both, successful and entertaining, Adrian was glad that he was back now. It was necessary to visit his contacts regularly, but it was also important not to be absent too long. Especially now, that some major changes had happened. Smiling, he thought that he couldn't have planned it better, if he had known. Being abroad, when the war had peaked had been pure luck. Being not there the first weeks after, when the Aurors had run amok and arrested everyone who couldn't sing the Harry Potter love song, had been even better.
He forced himself not to think about his business right now, though his brain had already provided some names of people he should contact soon. Now that the war was finally over, the possibilities were almost endless. Someone had told him that the Department of Mysteries paid excellent for some of the more obscure supplies they needed. Maybe he should talk to... No. Not today. Today he would just lie here on the sofa, eat, and later he would go to the main part of the house to talk to his parents. Perhaps.
Tomorrow Adrian would write some letters.