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Post by James Potter on Oct 7, 2008 18:45:57 GMT 1
(Friday, October 3rd, 1978)
Months have passed since the end of term. The end of their last year at Hogwarts. He smiled to himself fondly thinking about those years. He missed it actually and his friends, but one had to grow up and move on sometime. He really hadn't seen his friends since he and Lily had married. Yes he'd gotten owls from them, but that wasn't the same thing. He idly wandering from place to place, up and down Diagon Ally. From the Slug & Jiggers Apothecary to Eeylops Owl Emporium he had made three trips around the alley. Including stopping and sitting a bit at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. He paused in front of Terrortours. Looking in the window he read a flyer Take a once in a lifetime trip down the Zombie Trail. Were you are guaranteed to come face to face with the living dead! He leaned in closer to read the disclaimer Terrortours accepts no responsibility for death or injury. How clever! Why would anyone want to go spend time with the living dead was beyond him. He shuddered. Guessing to each his own.
He was bored, actually looking for some excitement. Staying at home with Lily, having special moments together, sharing their lives, hopes and dreams, though as nice as that may sound, it wasn't enough for him. He didn't work, nor did he need to. They are very wealthy. So he didn't need to report to a mundane position somewhere day in and day out. Besides his work lays elsewhere. With the Order, protecting the wizarding world against Voldemort's minions. The man was pure evil, having little regard for life. Or regard only in the fact of how he could use a person to get what he want .... power and control. The death and destruction that he has caused already, has the wizarding world divided and full of fear. Threatening to start an all out war. Well not if he could help it! No way was he for a monster or cause that promotes killing someone because of their blood status. He'd send them all to hell first of die trying!
He straightened back up from reading the flyer only to now see another reflection next to his.
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Post by Regulus Black on Oct 8, 2008 15:43:43 GMT 1
It was obviously summer now. The sun was shining, making it very hot outside, and there was hardly any wind at all. There were a few people in Diagon Alley this particular day. Either they were by themselves, staring at the things in the shop windows, or they were with friends, laughing and having fun. As Regulus watched them it was hard to ignore the jealousy that started to go through him. He was not a person, who was usually in a great mood, but today it was particularly bad. Just before he had left Grimmauld place earlier he and his father had gotten into a row about something unimportant. Of course, it had ended just like every other argument with his parents did; Regulus had been forced to give up and be quiet. He really didn’t have anything to say, in their eyes, unless they happened to have some guests over (which didn’t happen very often), and his father wanted him to brag about his grades or something.
Of course, Regulus knew he was, and always had been, their favourite. Not that that had been very difficult, thanks to his brother, Sirius. Or ‘former brother’, actually, according to his parents and the rest of the Blacks. When he and Sirius had been younger Reg would mention it all the time, but he was 17 now, and being his parents’ favourite little boy really didn’t mean much to him anymore.
But even though he was mad at his parents at the moment, they’d still made him go with them to Diagon Alley. He had no idea why they had to go get his school supplies already, or why he couldn’t just go by himself. Well, his mother had asked if he wanted to go with a friend, and he hadn’t responded. Truth was, he didn’t know if he knew anyone he’d want to go with him. That’s why it wasn’t fun to have to watch everyone else having fun, while he was stuck with his two dull parents. He had gotten away now, though, for a little bit. He’d told them that he’d accidentally left one of the potion ingredients they’d just bought back in the store. Of course, he had done it on purpose, but he just needed to get away, if only for a second. It was only when he was by himself that he felt like he could really breathe.
So as he was taking his time walking back to the store he noticed a flyer in one of the windows. It looked sort of interesting, so he walked over to read it, making sure not to bump into the man who was already observing it. Regulus rolled his eyes and quickly decided he wasn’t interesting, and was getting ready to leave when he recognized the man’s reflection. His eyes widened as he saw James Potter staring back at him. Regulus had no idea of what to say. This wasn’t exactly a person who would make his day any better. He wanted to walk away or say something clever, but instead he just stood there, knowing James would already have some stupid remark ready for him.
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Post by James Potter on Oct 13, 2008 22:51:25 GMT 1
Well, well, well ... there was a sight, he thought as he looked into the reflection of the rolling eyes of Regulus Black. Little Reggie. Sirius' prat of a brother who was always trying to prove something to James. Whether it was him trying to be a know-it-all or trying to show how tough he was. Either way Reggie always fell short, at least in James' opinion. The 'perfect prince' of the Blacks was only that in their eyes. Not James'. He knew Reggie was weak, falling for the family pressure and the insanity of their pureblood ideals. And that is why Reggie was succumbing to the evilness of the times. Falling in deeper and deeper. He wouldn't be surprised to find out that Reggie had hit rock bottom and joined Voldemort's Death Eaters. Though there would be no way he could prove it. Too bad Reggie didn't inherit any courage. Looks like that only showed up in Sirius and Andromeda.
James turned slowly, reaching up and adjusting his glasses a bit. He looked at Reggie not in disgust but more like an annoyance. Like Reggie was a bothersome gnat that at some point would get swatted flat. "You lost there?" He asked pointedly "Did mummy forget to lock the mausoleum and let her 'perfect' baby get loose?" Yeah he was rude. Why shouldn't he be? He will NEVER forgive that family for the hell they put Sirius through, Regulus included.
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Post by Lucius Abraxas Malfoy on Oct 18, 2008 1:59:49 GMT 1
Enshrouded in black robes Lucius walked in the shadows of Knockturn Alley. Hood pulled over his head to conceal his identity as he ducked through the door of Borgin & Burkes, notorious for dealing in Dark Arts magical items. Lucius frequented the shop for its objects with unusual and powerful properties also selling and trading artifacts of magical abilities he has stumbled upon over the past few years.
The older man behind the counter looked up and cleared his throat in a rough grumble. Lucius walked up to the counter, “Borgin, this is the item we discussed.” Slipping his hand from the pocket of his robe Lucius took what looked like an innocent porcelain rose and sat it on the counter in front of the older man. Borgin reached out for the blood red flower taking the item in his hand. “I would not hold it any closer to your face,” Lucius warned. “The flower releases a poisonous pollen.”
Borgin liking what he saw sat a large bag of coin on the counter, Lucius took the payment tucking the purse into his pocket. Without another word Lucius left the dusty dimly lit shop. Back on the street Lucius made his way to the end of Knockturn Alley, Diagon Alley crossing in front of him. Turning Lucius thought to make his way to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink, Merlin knew he needed one after the morning he had with Narcissa. Perhaps lose the pain he felt over a drink or two.
Pushing the hood of the cloak off his head Lucius walked past numerous witches and wizards shopping the windows of the shops that lined Diagon Alley. His attention was drawn to two men, the one could plainly be made out was Regulus Black. The build of the other Lucius certainly knew, James Potter. Now what would they be chatting about?
Did mummy forget to lock the mausoleum and let her 'perfect' baby get loose
The two were stood in front of Terrortours, such a haunting place of business. Lucius couldn’t help but overhear the cutting remark Potter bit out to Regulus. Lucius held his smirk and read the flyer that was posted in the window as he came to a stop standing behind Potter.
“Ah, planning a trip Potter? Zombie Trail sounding better than bedding that living dead mud blood you married?”
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Post by Regulus Black on Oct 19, 2008 17:35:27 GMT 1
Regulus was now regretting going to Diagon Alley even more. Potter certainly wasn't trying to hide his disgust from him, it was showing very clearly out of his eyes, but Regulus probably had almost the same look on his face. Sure, James was a pure-blood, but if anyone was a blood traitor it was him. Married to that mudblood Evans. When he and his stupid friends had left Hogwarts Regulus had hoped he'd never have to see them again. But, of course, he wasn't that lucky. Still, he found it pretty irritating that, out of all of the old Hogwarts students, James was the one he had to run into.
He wished he could just walk away right there, but that would definitely give Potter the satisfaction he always craved for; to be better than everyone else. How could a guy like that have any friends at all? He was arrogant, selfish and fake. But he had somehow convinced Sirius and many others that he was a nice guy. As Potter was looking at him, Regulus glared right back. He was not going to give up, even though he had a feeling this wasn't going to end with him walking away happily. Potter was a year older, unfortunately, and always had something up his sleeve to help him "win".
"Funny as always, right?" Regulus replied. He assumed it would be a good idea to say 'No, actually, my mother is right back there somewhere.' Then he remembered that his parents were not too far away. If they were to show up now and see him talking to a blood traitor... well, it wouldn't be good. Plus, Potter would probably find it hilarious.
But before he could say anything else (perhaps something more clever), he heard a familiar voice and it didn't take him long to spot Lucius Malfoy, standing right by Potter. This was interesting. Him and Lucius weren't best friends or anything, but they knew each other and you had to be pretty stupid not to know how much Malfoy and Potter disliked each other. This little trip to Diagon Alley was probably not going to be so boring anymore.
"Instead of wasting money on something like that, why don't you go take a bath, Potter?" Regulus smirked. "Though, I hear mud like that is pretty hard to clean off." He felt better now that James was outnumbered. "And hello, Lucius. It's been a while."
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Post by James Potter on Oct 20, 2008 15:48:28 GMT 1
He stood there waiting, looking at Reggie, thinking the boy would have something to say. He always did. Though his comments always were outlandish and off the wall so much that James usually just laughed at him. The boy never thought out what he was going to say before he said it. He opened his mouth and inserting his own foot.
Funny as always, right?
James shook his head and snorted. Yup right on cue. Ole Reggie never fails to fall short. Why Reggie even bothers trying to play the 'tough' guy, especially around him is beyond him..He never could nor never will pull that off. What kind of reply was that suppose to be anyway? But before he could say anything back another voice spoke up from behind him.
Ah, planning a trip Potter? Zombie Trail sounding better than bedding that living dead mud blood you married?
A voice he knew well. The aristocratic pompous arse voice belonging to none other than one Lucius Malfoy. The remark uncalled for and clearly made to antagonize him. To provoke a response, which it did. His anger rising, he turned to look at Malfoy who was leaning casually, arms folded on the wood railing that separated the street from the walk. "You're a fine one to talk, Malfoy. I hear your Zombi Narcissa is so cold and lifeless in your bed that she seeks comfort from just about anyone."
Instead of wasting money on something like that, why don't you go take a bath, Potter? .... Though, I hear mud like that is pretty hard to clean off.
Oh yeah now that Lucius has showed up the little witless prat decided to get brave. Coward! Today just might be the day he swats Reggie like the gnat he is. He shot Reggie a glare and stepped closer to Malfoy. "Don't be the brainless doofus we all know you to be Reggie, why don't you run along home to mummy and leave the big boys to play."
His eyes left Reggie and fell back upon Malfoy. "I hear she miscarried, something wrong with her? You know with all the inbreeding. Or is it you? Are your swimmers not up to par?"
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Post by Nunquam Elaine Riddle on Oct 20, 2008 23:27:24 GMT 1
Taking a seat at a small Cafe along Diagon Alley Nunquam sat close to the window, observing all that was going on out in the street. Quiet and reserved, she drew no particular attention to herself nor did she pay any attention to anyone in particular around her. A glazing glance over everyone and everything and then she waited for her drink order to be taken. Just a decaffeinated latte and a chocolate croissant. That would tide her over quite nicely until supper later that evening. She was alone, true, but she liked to cook even for herself, and it would only be something light and easy.
Pulling a book from out of her bag, Nunquam opened it up to the page she was at and began to read, lost in a world of fiction that just calmed her ind and kept her thoughts on other things and not duties to her master. Naturally Nunquam lived to serve her master, and he was always with her, the mark on her arm was a reminder of that to her, to every Death Eater, but every now and then, Nunquam liked to slip into an entirely different world where her imagination ruled and not logic. Life would be so much easier if it were like a novel she thought.
Reading to the end of the page, Nunquam turned the page and looked up, giving her eyes a small break in between turns. Nunquam's croissant arrived and she thanked the waitress. She went back to reading her book, awaiting her latte. Though not much longer after her croissant arrived, the waitress placed her latte on the table in front of her. Nunquam looked up and thanked the woman again and as she turned back to her book, she noticed a small group of people. Very small. James Potter - an arrogant toe bag she'd herd a lot about, Regulus Black - a mummies boy if ever there was one, and - Nunquam's heart skipped a beat. Lucius had his back to her but she would know that back anywhere. That hair. Merlin what was he doing talking with Potter and Regulus Black?
Breaking apart her warmed croissant, Nunquam did not take her eyes off of Lucius. She liked him, a lot in fact, but he was married, married to the Black girl Narcissa. Nunquam physically shuddered. Disgusting weak little thing she was that Narcissa Malfoy. Narcissa Malfoy that refereed to herself as Narcissa Black Malfoy. Why would anyone be proud to be a Black? That family turfed out the nuttiest psychopaths the world had ever known, not to mention hideous blood traitors.Still, Lucius must have married her for a reason other than the fact she was a pure blood who had been in Slytherin. Surely there had to be something else about the woman, right?
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Post by Lucius Abraxas Malfoy on Oct 23, 2008 15:50:23 GMT 1
It was like watching two sissy boys in tights and tutus as Potter provoked Regulus. Only when Regulus retaliated, the comment was so laughable it just re-enforced the insecurities of the sorry git. Would that boy ever amount to anything? As Lucius relaxed against the rail, he gave a slight nod to Regulus’ welcome. “Black.”
You’re a fine one to talk Malfoy. I hear your Zombie Narcissa is so cold and lifeless in your bed that she seeks comfort from just about anyone
Funny how the truth even coming from Potters’ mouth didn’t hurt. Lucius expected Potter to go after Narcissa verbally; little did Potter know his heart was empty of that woman, so the antagonizing comments did little to rile Lucius. His eyes shifting from Potter to Regulus and back as Potter told Black to ‘let the big boys play’. Now wasn’t that something! Potter categorizing himself with a Malfoy, seven years his senior and an accomplished wizard.
After the last exchange with Regulus, Potter moved his position closer to Lucius. Malfoy slid his hand inside his cloak letting his fingers wrap around the wood of his wand. Potter turned his attention back to Lucius; the words that followed made Lucius see red.
I hear she miscarried . . . .
I HEAR . . . .
How the bloody hell did Potter know! It was just a short time ago this morning that Narcissa told him; obviously, Lucius was the last to know, AGAIN! Fury mingled with bloody rage; he was going to kill Potter here and now in plain sight of the shoppers in Diagon Alley.
“You’ll find no difference as yours wallow in the dirt of this street or in your mudblood wh.ore.”
With his final word, Lucius pushed off the rail standing straight to pull his wand. Flicking and aiming it at Potter. No more than the words left his mouth the green light of the spell shot from Malfoys’ wand.
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Post by Regulus Black on Oct 26, 2008 21:59:40 GMT 1
Regulus glared at Potter. More than anything he hated when someone called him little. He was only a year younger than Potter, and yet it always had to be brought up. Quickly, he glanced behind his back to check if his parents were anywhere close, because no words could explain how embarrassing it would be if they decided to show up now. He had to get Potter somehow for that comment, only he couldn't really think of much. Regulus had never been great at defending himself from people like James. The guy was just too confident, the opposite of Reg. And, of course, Potter had to use the mock-nickname he always used. The one Regulus hated so much; Reggie.
"Don't call me that." He hissed through clenched teeth. "Or you'll regret it, Potter.
He wasn't exactly happy with the way Lucius greeted him either. A simple Black, nothing more. Well, he certainly wasn't going to leave until he had, somehow, regained some respect. If they weren't in such an open place, he would have pulled out his wand and hexed the former Gryffindor, but he highly doubted the people in Diagon Alley would be on his side in that case, so instead he decided to wait and see what Lucius was going to do. That was when James threw out the comment about Narcissa miscarrying. Regulus was shocked. His cousin had lost her child? Glancing over at Lucius he could see that he, too, was unaware of this. How could he not know?
Regulus's eyes widened when Lucius pulled out his wand. This was something he definitely should have expected, after a remark like that. Suddenly, it was like everything was in slow-motion. As Lucius pointed his wand at Potter, Regulus pulled out his own and aimed it at James as well. Just as the green light came out of the tip of Malfoy's wand, Regulus yelled:
"Protego!"
The spell formed a protective shield in front of Potter. The curse Lucius had sent would still hit him, since it was such a strong one, but at least he'd be alive. Regulus was in shock. He wasn't completely sure why he had decided to protect Potter, he'd just reacted instantly. Though, this was not a very good thing, Malfoy was going to be furious with him. But he couldn't let the guy get killed here, in the middle of the street, in front of everyone. Though, Regulus knew that wasn't the only reason. James was Sirius's best friend. His brother had helped him out of a few tough spots through the years, even though they hated each other. He owed him.
((don't know if you guys had planned for anything else to happen? If so, let me know, and I'll change my post))
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Post by James Potter on Oct 28, 2008 17:28:43 GMT 1
Don't call me that ... Or you'll regret it, Potter
Don't call him what? HIs mind vaguely registering Reggie's complaint. What was he exactly protesting? Him being called a brainless doofus or Reggie? He knew Regulus hated that 'pet' name he called him but why should he protest now? James has been calling him that for years. Frankly James could care less if Reggie didn't like it. As a matter of fact the more Reggie hated it the more James used it. He would have gladly debated with Reggie which name he preferred doofus or Reggie but his attention was on Lucius.
He watched the reaction of surprise and the tiny twitch to his jaw. He knew he hit a nerve with that barb. Well Lucius had started it, James was just hitting him back in kind. The next chain of events happened quickly but seemed in slow motion.
You’ll find no difference as yours wallow in the dirt of this street or in your mudblood wh.ore
With the last word, Lucius moved. He stood up and pulled his wand. James was ready. Anticipating the move Lucius made, James took a step to his right as Lucius leveled his wand at him, or rather at where he was. It was going to be close, he thought as he brought up his left hand fast and hard. Hitting Lucius hand that held the wand with his left forearm, throwing his aim off enough to miss him. Of course the better result would be hoping he hit him hard enough to disarm him. But then to his surprise Reggie threw a protego shield in front of him. The combination of the shield and his hit knocked the spell off course. The green light whizzed past, mere inches from James, left cheek heading in the direction of Reggie.
James had no time to worry about Reggie. He could only hope the spell missed the boy. His only focus now was Lucius. He wasn't sure what spell it was that was sent in his direction only that more than likely he would have been hurt badly. So without hesitation he threw a hard right hitting Lucius in the solar plexus. Following quickly with a left to the jaw. Knowing he had to keep after Lucius, keep him off balance, James placed his right hand on the wood railing that Lucius had been leaning on and vaulted over it.
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Post by Lucius Abraxas Malfoy on Oct 31, 2008 6:48:36 GMT 1
In a split second everything went awry as Potter deflected the killing curse by hitting Lucius on the wrist with his forearm. Lucius turned his head in the direction his arm was slung to see his wand sail through the air only to land in the dirt of the street several feet away. He was just as shocked at the realization that Regulus had protected Potter with the Protego spell, his eyes flared at Regulus at the atrocity.
The word ‘traitor’ rushed through Lucius’ mind, how could Regulus betray a comrade? Potters’ movement got Lucius’ attention, however Lucius was not prepared for the mudblood lovers’ way of fighting as a fist connected with his upper abdomen. The punch landed with such force it pushed the air from his lungs. Lucius started to stagger back but a forceful hit to his left jaw shot his head to the right and his body had no choice but to follow. Spitting blood to the street from his mouth, Lucius concentrated on staying upright as he fought the wave of blackness that wanted to over take him.
Lucius is a wizard; give him a wand and spells and potions any day for he is one of the best at what he knows. Muggle street fighting was something he was not accomplished in so Potter had the upper hand, literally. As Potter vaulted over the railing Lucius moved to the left, the side step kept Potters’ feet from striking him squarely in the chest. As soon as Potters’ feet touched ground Lucius asserted his own assault with a one two punch to his mid section.
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Post by Nunquam Elaine Riddle on Nov 1, 2008 3:46:00 GMT 1
Nunquam watched from the distance of the small cafe as a fight ensued. Lucius starting it with a spell . . . hello! What was that? Regulus had tried protecting Potter from Lucius' spell? What in the name of Merlin did the boy think he was doing? Did he not realise that he would be deemed a traitor for such actions? That was certainly the first word that crossed Nunquam's mind as the scene unfolded, but instead of jumping up, she sat back quietly, closing her book and watching what was going on outside in the street whilst sipping her latte and eating delicately her croissant.
Even as Lucius took a few punches from Potter, Nunquam sat unflinching. Of course she hated seeing Lucius hurt, but she wasn't going to interfere in a gentleman's fight and as she could not see Narcissa around anywhere Nunquam knew that didn't necessarily mean she wasn't here. She could quite easily be shopping and then be out in a moment or two. For her to get close to Lucius and then have Narcissa approach was not something Nunquam wanted to happen. The two women did not get on and Nunquam chose to stay out of the other woman's way. It just made things easier. Though if there was no approaching Narcissa by the end of this, Nunquam would most certainly head over to Lucius and see how much damage had been done.
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Post by James Potter on Nov 1, 2008 21:32:56 GMT 1
James preferred dueling it out with wands himself. Something he was excellent at. But they were too close together and it was too public. Some innocent bystander could get hurt. Which now there seemed to be some gathering. Having seen the start of the fight. They stopped their routines and turned to watch. Though some, especially witches with children, hurried them inside stores for safety. One never knew these days whether deatheaters were involved.
Even though James was pampered by his parents, it wasn't in a way to make him a weak mama's boy. They just overindulged him. Giving him anything he wanted. He went to Hogwarts and learned to fight, not just magically but muggle style. Between him and Sirius wrestling, to the common fist flying fights between students, to Quidditch matches that tended to erupt into a fight. He learned well.
Landing on the other side of the rail he had hoped to knock Malfoy down. But Malfoy moved, sliding left. Instead he landed solidly on the ground. As he turned to the left, toward Malfoy he was hit. The first punch hitting him more to left of center. Landing close enough to his wounded side that he flinched. A wound he sustained the night before in a running fight with Deatheaters. Sucking in air sharply he turned his wounded side away from Malfoy, giving him a clear shot to his abdomen. "umph" The sound of air leaving his lungs as the fist plowed into his stomach. James stepped closer to the bigger and taller Malfoy. Seizing Malfoy by his upper arms, his eyes full of murderous anger. "My wife is NOT a wh.ore!" He head butted Malfoy, then backheeled him throwing him to the ground. "You sure that was your deformed child your trollop lost last night?" He sneered as he brought back his right foot and kicked Malfoy hard in the side with a sickening thud. He hoped he broke some ribs with that one.
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Post by Lucius Abraxas Malfoy on Nov 4, 2008 5:26:35 GMT 1
Potter pinned his arms as he spat words about precious Lily not being a whore, guess Lucius’ comment had touched a nerve for Potter head butted Lucius. It didn’t matter that Lucius staggered because Potter threw him to the hard ground. Lucius cursed, the words Potter spoke cut him deep and wounds of that caliber called for retribution. Potter would pay, if not today then one day soon. However Lucius didn’t have long to think about paybacks for Potters’ swift kick caught Lucius in the side. The snap was painful as rib bones broke and the air left his lung in a rush, gasping Lucius could not get his breath.
Holding his side and rolling Lucius got to his hands and knees. Blood pooled in his mouth and fell over his lip, there was more to it then just a split lip. As he started to rise Lucius lunged toward Potter. At his full height Lucius threw a punch landing just under Potters’ nose. Lucius wanted to inflict more damage but every movement caused excruciating pain in his side, so much so his arm was now wrapped against his midsection for support. Lucius wheezed for air as his surroundings started to blur.
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Post by Nunquam Elaine Riddle on Nov 5, 2008 5:14:16 GMT 1
The crowd gathered around swiftly. This was going to take a punch to Lucius' pride if he lost a fight against a mudblood lover, and not only that his reputation was going to take a sturdy hit no matter what the outcome. But the problem for Nunquam now was that she could not see what was going on.The crowd, that had smartly kept its distance from the clearly personal fight, were blocking her view. She wasn't usually the type to pay much attention to a fight such as this, but as Lucius was involved, she would clearly make an exception.
Waving over a waitress Nunquam paid for her croissant and latte. She hadn't finished but she needed to see what was going on within the circle of passers by that had stopped to have a look. Nosy people with nothing better to do. Even mothers that hurried their children into nearest stores kept a keen eye on what was going on outside of the shop either for when it would be safe to leave again or because they were interested in the fight. No doubt this would be the hot topic for a lot of wizarding families tonight.
Nunquam exited the shop and pushed past the crowd of people to the middle. She didn't want to be too obvious at the front but if she was at the back she wouldn't be able to see a thing, but what she could see was Lucius grabbing hold of himself, looking as though he were about to fall any second. Merlin what an embarrassment, but it wasn't anything Lucius couldn't come back from. He still invoked fear with his intimidation methods, it just so happened that, for once, someone got the upper hand. Or fist in this case.
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