Date: 10 August 2005
Characters: Su, Rabastan, Caradoc, Ernie, Marietta, Kingsley, Cedric, Slughorn, anyone and everyone
Location: Streets of Stoatshead Hill [Arts Festival Area]
Status: Very Public
Summary: It's Day One of the Arts Festival
Completion: Incomplete
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Let the Good Times Roll )
He was working his way up Epsilon to be near the theatre tent. A stage performance would be letting out soon. There were younger Aurors on patrol in the area already but Kingsley liked to be around just in case. In addition to the two Aurors around the theatre tent and Museum, there were two along River, one along Gamma, one along Epsilon, and Kingsley himself, who was wandering about keeping the peace. He had even dug out his old Auror robes to make himself easy to identify. He remembered how Katie Bell questioned his credentials when he was on patrol one night last month. Thinking back to that night, Kingsley wondered which poor slug got stuck with his usual Friday night patrol since he'd been reassigned to the Arts Festival. Sod it, if anyone had a problem with him bollocksing up their Friday night they could come find him. He wasn't hiding.
About half way up Epsilon, he stopped in front of an artists tent. The man was tossing paint at a canvas, then using his wand to make it dance into abstract patterns. Kingsley chuckled, then coughed to cover it up when the artist turned to look at him. "Interesting technique you have there. Have a nice day."
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