Glass House entrance - OBLIGATED FOR ALL PLAYERS.
Who : Three Ministry Aurors & all of the players. (OBLIGATED)
When : Monday, August 20th - starting from 10AM
Where : Wizard Watch glass house
Rating : TBA
Summary : Checking of the trunks.
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When : Monday, August 20th - starting from 10AM
Where : Wizard Watch glass house
Rating : TBA
Summary : Checking of the trunks.
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Rita Skeeter disliked portkeys, but there were worse ways to travel. When she arrived outside the glass house, her stomach seemed to still be catching up. Steadying herself on her heels, she approached.
The trunk was large, but not obscenely so. 'No wizard space', the letter had said. Well. Her trunk didn't have said, but she'd shrunk everything so as to fit it all in. 'No magical objects', either, aside from her quill. Well, she'd almost obeyed that. If the Ministry inspectors managed to find the specific hairpins in her tin that had been transfigured, she might just have to give in graciously. That would be quite an effort.
She set it down before her and waited for them to come to her. Like hell she was opening it before she was asked to.
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"If your trunk is larger than the standard trunk, please resize it. Everything that has been shrunken to fit in it must be returned to its original size." The Auror spoke in a bored voice. "Please remove all of your possessions so we may inspect your trunk to make sure it accomodates the Wizard Watch rules. I'm sorry, Miss Skeeter, no exceptions, not even for you."
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Everything shrunken... what?
Rita arched a brow. "Excuse me? My letter said out trunk was not allowed to use wizard space, not that we weren't allowed to shrink our belongings. Do you seriously expect me to survive for twelve weeks with what I could hold in this without shrinking? What do you take me for?"
With a wave of her wand, she popped the lid of the trunk open, but made no move to remove any of her belongings.
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He drew his wand, in case our lovely Rita would need a hand.
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This was outrageous. 12 weeks in a house with only what could fit unshrunk into the trunk? Absolutely... how could she live like that?!
He didn't seem to look much like bending the rules for her, though. With a pained sigh, she picked up the quick-quotes quill from it's place on top of her clothing, then levitated the rest out so he could inspect the trunk.
She pondered as he inspected, and smiled. Maybe she could...
"Long morning for you, hm? This must get repetitive." She unshrunk the piles of clothing one by one.
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"Of course," Rita replied with a smile. "I wasn't meaning to imply otherwise."
She watched the auror paw through her lacy knickers and silk stockings with a small smirk on her face.
"I trust you haven't found anything to deviant?" she asked, knowing full well that he wouldn't find anything she didn't want him to find unless he started throwing magic around.
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Well, this one was a boring sod, wasn't he? Not even a smile. Not even a change in his expression. Rita sighed.
Then smiled again. "Tell me, what do the rules say about transfigured objects? Not shrunk, but transfigured?"
She peered at him over her glasses, giving him the best dose of kitten-eye she could manage when he was such a boring bastard.
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Really, that woman could be such a pain in the arse.
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"Back?" she asked, looking thoroughly confused, and for a moment it was actually honest. Then she realised what he meant, and chuckled.
"Oh, there's nothing in there transfigured. Rather..." She lifted a handful of knickers from the pile and transfigured them into grains of sand. "Not magical objects," she smiled. "Not shrunk. Is there a rule?"
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Well fuck. She dropped the smile and let it be replaced with a glare.
"Fine, then, you humourless bastard." With a sigh, she turned the sand back into clothes and set about piling levitating the rest, unshrunk, back into the trunk. She may have failed to finite just a few of her things, and used a spell that pressed the remainder down as much as was physically possible, but if he was going to clutch at straws he could damn well unpack it and do it himself, or she'd keep him here all day.
Finally, she let the lid slam and looked up at him, daring him to call her on the spells. There was a small pile of clothing beside the trunk that she supposed she could do without, if she had to.
"Can I go in now, then?"
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