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OH MY GOD I SHOULD HAVE WRITTEN THIS DAYS AGO.

Jul 24, 2011 03:27

WHO: purmoncul and disillusionists (whoa I sound like Kanaya...) Oh, and Buckbeak.
WHERE: Srs's old warehouse
WHEN: OH GOD LIKE A SOLID WEEK AGO AT THIS POINT.
WARNINGS: Sirius may employ "logic."
SUMMARY: Having discovered a wizard nosing around her affairs, Rose Lalonde takes the initiative to investigate right back.
FORMAT: Any!

( But the night is fair,
And everywhere
A warm, soft vapor fills the air,
And distant sounds seem near;

And above, in the light
Of the star-lit night,
Swift birds of passage wing their flight
Through the dewy atmosphere. )

† sirius black | padfoot, rose lalonde | seer of light

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disillusionists July 24 2011, 07:42:33 UTC

It had taken a while for her to get over the fact that she had spoken with Sirius Black. Sure, she knew that there were wizards from Harry Potter in the City, but she, for the most part, had paid no mind to them because they did the same to her. However, the fact that she had spoken to Sirius and the fact that he had invited her for a discussion, that was too good to pass up. She didn't normally have fangirl moments, but she did believe she was allowed at least one ( ... )

purmoncul July 24 2011, 18:44:40 UTC

She is greeted with a scene half-frozen, half a blur of wings and talons. Sirius is staring with wide eyes at the door, every sense he had reacting to the feel of her power. Distracted, he'd dropped the fat rabbit he was teasing Buckbeak with, allowing the hippogriff to snatch it at last. Folding his massive wings, Buckbeak is thoroughly distracted for the moment by tearing apart and devouring his prize.

Priorities, you know.

Sirius, however, has awarded her his full attention. "Th-"

...Had Sirius still been a kid, he would have launched directly into a million impertinent questions, but his development isn't quite as arrested as all that. Standing, he keeps his wand in his hand, but lowered, his other hand coming to rest atop it.

"Sweet Circe, Ms Lalonde, you certainly know how to announce your coming."

The hastily-aborted 'that was you?!' is still there in the mildly-alarmed smile on his face. Sirius may have more tact now, but he's still not the subtlest wizard who ever waved a wand.

disillusionists July 24 2011, 19:31:34 UTC

Buckbeak had her attention for the moment, watching the creature tear into the carcass. While she was quite aware of what kind of impression she made and the reaction people tended to get around her, she felt it was easier just to marvel at the large, magnificent beast instead of having to acknowledge it. After a moment, Rose turned large, glowing eyes towards Siruis, smiling a little.

"I like to make an entrance."

She touched the translator in her ear, the Eldritch words still prominent on her lips before picking up her skirts and curtsying at him, her tentacle-like aura curling around her. "I hope that didn't upset yourself or Buckbeack." She gestured towards the hippogriff aimlessly, before stepping further into the warehouse, the toes of her feet skimming the floors.

"I can't quite turn it off."

purmoncul July 24 2011, 20:08:01 UTC

More unsettled than he cared to show, Sirius nods in acknowledgement. His eyes stayed on Rose, however, and he walks forward with slow caution. The hippogriff and the trolls could wait for just a moment. What had happened to this girl?

"I've sensed you, out in the city. Is it the 'Porter's doing- ah, forgive me. This could be perfectly natural on your world." He searches her face with worried grey eyes for signs of distress, of pain, under the calm disaffection. Many forms of magic that affect the mind are subtle, but there are signs of ensorcellment, if you know what to look for.

Buckbeak, for his part, was clearly not alarmed enough by Rose's mere presence to react strongly. How he would feel about her coming closer remained to be seen.

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