RP: Twas the Night Before Quidditch
Date: 6 July 2005
Characters: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Katie Bell
Location: Around Stoatshead Hill North of the River
Status: Public
Summary: Twas the night before Quidditch, when all through the town, not a braggart stopped boasting, or chugging them down.
Completion: Complete
Kingsley was back at the Five again. This was the fourth time this evening and he was joking with Rosie that she needed to place him on speed dial. As he was explaining to her exactly what speed dial was, another verbal altercation broke out in the corner and he had to break it up before it turned physical. The blokes didn't mean any harm. Like all the others this evening, they were just drinking a little too much, bragging a little too loud, and getting a little too rough with those who didn't quite see things the same way. A reminder that they didn't want to drink so much they couldn't perform tomorrow pretty much calmed things down and saw the blokes on their way. If that didn't work, the threat of being locked up for 24 hours so that they'd miss the Quidditch festivities tomorrow seemed to do the trick.
As he left to continue his patrol, he told Rosie to just have someone send up red sparks if he was needed again. He planned to swing past the major businesses and loop around to Socks. The elves were pretty good at dealing with things themselves, but it wouldn't hurt to show an Auror presence anyway. Overall, it was a busy night, but nothing he couldn't handle with constant vigilance and carefully applied persuasive techniques.
At least it wasn't the World Cup. And it was easier than milking cows.
Characters: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Katie Bell
Location: Around Stoatshead Hill North of the River
Status: Public
Summary: Twas the night before Quidditch, when all through the town, not a braggart stopped boasting, or chugging them down.
Completion: Complete
Kingsley was back at the Five again. This was the fourth time this evening and he was joking with Rosie that she needed to place him on speed dial. As he was explaining to her exactly what speed dial was, another verbal altercation broke out in the corner and he had to break it up before it turned physical. The blokes didn't mean any harm. Like all the others this evening, they were just drinking a little too much, bragging a little too loud, and getting a little too rough with those who didn't quite see things the same way. A reminder that they didn't want to drink so much they couldn't perform tomorrow pretty much calmed things down and saw the blokes on their way. If that didn't work, the threat of being locked up for 24 hours so that they'd miss the Quidditch festivities tomorrow seemed to do the trick.
As he left to continue his patrol, he told Rosie to just have someone send up red sparks if he was needed again. He planned to swing past the major businesses and loop around to Socks. The elves were pretty good at dealing with things themselves, but it wouldn't hurt to show an Auror presence anyway. Overall, it was a busy night, but nothing he couldn't handle with constant vigilance and carefully applied persuasive techniques.
At least it wasn't the World Cup. And it was easier than milking cows.