JAMES randall POTTER (misterprongs) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-06-02 21:37:00

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amelia bones, andre jordan, avis booth, derek dobbs, dimitri thomas, elizabeth fortescue, frank longbottom, galvin gudgeon, gillian bones, greta catchlove, group, james potter, marissa macfusty, order of the phoenix, ralph frobisher, sebastian goldstein

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James felt like he was in a zoo on display, the feeling of a million pairs of eyes sitting upon him. Dumbledore had set up the Hog's Head as an 'informational meeting' of sorts, for people they had all suggested, thought of, and found to be highly trustworthy. These people were going to be offered to put their lives on the line for their dying secret society, and James was surprised as hell that so many had actually shown up.

They were all idiots, he believed.

But then again, they must all think that he and the rest of the original Order (he felt so old, saying that) were out of their minds. To them, the Order was just a bunch of kids who got caught up in a big, ugly mess and were now crying for help. Which it felt like, sometimes, but James wasn't ready to admit that out loud. He wasn't sure if he ever could, which was why he was staying uncharacteristically silent through the whole engagement. He was slumped in one of the booths of the tavern, eyes following the mingling and quite chatter that was going on.

Drinks will be served! Dumbledore had ended jovially, and James had sighed. Part of him felt like a wretched person for getting more and more people involved into the war, but the other, very tired part of him was ready to hand over the reigns and let Voldemort get some new toys to play with.

[OOC] The tags are for those characters invited to join the Order. They do not mean that your character HAS TO join the Order. They could come to this meeting and decide against it, or not show up at all. If you do not tag this thread with your character, we are going to assume in-game that they did not show up to the meeting.

Original Order Members! Please tag the thread to get conversations and such going? It'll help oodles ♥

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alaspooryorick
2009-06-03 03:05 am UTC (link)

Avis had convinced herself to come to this ... meeting because she was scientifically curious. She'd told Tomas that she was going to a boring outing that he wouldn't want to come to, and she didn't think she was completely lying about that.

Besides, she had reasoned that the more Aurors they had involved in this little society the better off they'd be, if only because they had valuable formal training that could be taught to the other members if necessary. She pursed her lips and lingered on the edges of the crowd herself, observing the other people carefully.

This was ... interesting. And it held promise, even if she didn't exactly approve of the way they were going about things (which was to say, in a sort of underground-society sort of way). She did understand how it could be useful, however, considering the fact that she herself had gotten into several fights with Corner over the ineffectiveness of the system.

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__frankish
2009-06-03 05:32 am UTC (link)

Frank was unpleasantly surprised at how many people were actually here, willing to even skit with the idea of joining the Order. Of course, all of them had not the slightest idea what it truly meant by being here now (they didn't two years ago...), so, he hoped Dumbledore would at least give a fear-evoking speech that would be able at scare off a few people.

Not that the Headmaster would: 'drinks were being served.'

Or that any of the people would be scared into doing nothing in these times, but Frank had his hopes. Lots of people refused to join and stay neutral, it was possible. The sad reality was that the Order needed help. They needed more people. The group was gasping for air at this point, the only answer being bringing in fresh blood that hadn't been constantly pummeled for the past two years.

He kept his arms crossed over his chest as he watched people trickle into the pub one by one, opting to stare at them before they had a chance to make it the other way around. James was slumped behind him in a booth, but Frank had resolutely decided to stand, leaning on the side of the booth, much more than sit.

Though now the place was starting to get relatively full, and Dumbeldore has spoken to them concerning the importance of mingling. Mingling. Was he serious? As much as Frank hated the idea, one person so far stood out as very important to get on board the new Order train.

And he wasn't going to lie, having another Auror would make it much easier on him, not to mention Alice. Frank wasn't surprised that Avis had shown up: how could she pass up something as... interesting as this? Well. He sat down at her table, giving a slight nod of the head. This should be interesting.

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alaspooryorick
2009-06-03 07:31 am UTC (link)

"Do you have a benefits package?" She was making an attempt at a joke, whether it would come off as such or not -- when they were trying to recruit new Aurors, the first things that the representatives brought up was the extensive health plan that the company offered their employees. It was ridiculous in her opinion, since the job was so dangerous that it needed a very stellar health plan -- and Frank would probably know that she was therefore already covered, since his wife worked with her and all.

She wondered if he had a benefits package for himself. Avis arched her brow at Frank, waiting for his response. Would it be witty banter, or would he chide her for even bringing up something like that grumpily and mention how hard-up they were for members so how the bloody hell would they afford benefits.

From what she'd seen of Alice in the last little while, their family was going through a difficult time. She should probably try to be ... nice.

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__frankish
2009-06-04 03:58 am UTC (link)

That was rich--- a benefits package. Yes, they would be going over that after the drinks had been served and everyone had gone around introducing themselves within great detail. For many reasons (some much darker and perverse than others), Frank let out a low chuckle, his head shaking as he laughed at the thought. Maybe he should get her to bring that up with Abe: that conversation would be worthwhile to hear.

"What do you think?" Frank asked, clearly still amused as a smile lingered on his face. He liked Avis, why some people didn't was beyond him (well, he knew why, because they were idiots). Frank had gotten to know her fairly well over the last two years, especially with Alice working with her more recently. There was no stepping around the subject with Avis, if you wanted to know an answer, she would give it to you, and vise versa. She would be a very important asset to the Order.

Frank let out a slight sigh, shifting in his chair slightly. An asset to the Order-- he sounded like bloody Moody. How revolting was that? He technically shouldn't even want Avis to be here. She had a child, not to mention a Booth that would no doubt explode if he got wind of this, he should be putting her off to the idea. Make her turn around and not make her life expectancy drop even further than the low rate it was at to begin with.

But-- he--- couldn't. Frank was tired, he was selfish, and tired. It felt like half of the time--- why did he have to deal with everything? If it wasn't this thing, then it was the next. Last week had been his and Alice's first vacation in nearly... two years. Frank wanted nothing more than to just pass off the torch for a bit, maybe or--- pathetic, it really was pathetic.

"Moody's around here somewhere," Frank indicated, waving his hand slightly. "If you haven't seen him yet." Which he knew she had, but for some reason he felt like stating so.

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alaspooryorick
2009-06-04 05:05 am UTC (link)

The fact was that Avis had weighed the pros and cons of being in an Order like this the moment she'd gotten the invitation. Yes, Tomas would certainly blow as gasket or two if he caught wind of it, but she knew that -- well, although he might've been a better fighter...he was also better with their son.

And the coming children that there might be, considering that she'd given him some great deal of warning about it. Looking around here and seeing that half of the people who were fighting were just kids tore her up, even though people thought that she wasn't all that emotional.

She just didn't let it show most of the time. She knew what a blow to the community it would be if all these people ended up dying in struggles to save the rest of the Wizarding world while the 'middle-aged' generation looked on and did nothing.

The fact that Moody was here pleased her, even if they butted heads now and again over policy and ... well, her husband.

"I'm sure he'd just snidely ask me why I didn't bring Tomas. He can do that on my way out." Avis knew she'd be an asset to these people, and winning the war was important (whether it was strictly by protocol or not).

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marridgeback
2009-06-03 03:11 am UTC (link)

Marissa had been exhausted before coming to this meeting, but she'd been invited and ... yes, she'd been admittedly curious. Working on the charms board and helping around the home in Hebrides was wonderful, but the fact was that she was tired. She saw Otto when she could, but she hadn't seen most of her former classmates until today.

It was a shock to see so many young people here, people her age and barely older ... people that she knew.

It made sense, but it was also a bit worrying. She stepped into the group and peered around curiously, looking for a few familiar faces.

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galvinized
2009-06-03 03:38 am UTC (link)

He was starting not to like how his life flipped upside down within the span of a few hours.

The owl from Dumbledore had been a stunning surprise, nearly knocking Vinny into a coma at the fact that the man had dared invite him to join--to join the bloody Order! The Order that had ruined his life, that had killed his fiancée and sent him running halfway around the world to escape it. That Order wanted him to join their ranks and help with the seemingly endless war?

It terrified him, how quickly he'd resigned from the Meteorites and sold his house.

Vinny had tried to remain in the back of the group, hoping not to attract any attention. He really, really did not want anyone to approach him and ask him questions, because he had no answers. There wasn't anything but a burning desire for revenge that had prompted him to accept the invitation, and now that he was here, everything was suddenly a million times worse than he could've imagined.

So, for now---he would sit, and try to be normal, something he hadn't been in nearly a year. Vinny pushed his way through the crowd to the most familiar face in the room, and tapped Marissa lightly on the shoulder. "Hey."

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marridgeback
2009-06-03 03:44 am UTC (link)

...all right, Vinny definitely topped the list of people she'd expected never to see again (let alone at a meeting with these people).

Marissa didn't hesitate in tossing her arms around his shoulders and drawing him in for a firm, well-intentioned hug that lasted for perhaps a few seconds longer than was comfortable for his lungs. Still, she hadn't seen him in so long and -- and he was here now, and not in Canada or wherever it was that he'd run off to -- damnit, she was entitled to being a mushy Hufflepuff now and again.

"Hey. Did you bring me any maple syrup?"

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galvinized
2009-06-03 04:02 am UTC (link)

Oy. Vinny pressed his lips together tightly to force any emotion back. It was terrible, how much he'd missed these people, especially his Hufflepuffs. His heart had shattered at the news of Gleny's 'death', but hearing that she was actually safe, with Tristan too---Vinny was finding all new reasons for some hope in this world.

"Well," he said, finally pulling away from her, "I've actually got a syrup endorsement. Or, well---did. I'm not too sure how much they like me over there right now."

Or over here. Vinny had no desire to head back to the Cannons, but what else was he supposed to do? He'd been a quidditch player all of his life, and...now what?

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marridgeback
2009-06-03 04:15 am UTC (link)

Oh, he looked tenser than he had when he was acting captain and they were going to lose a match. She furrowed her brows and gave him another big squeeze before she drew back with her arms crossed over her chest, trying not to look too serious.

"They can bite me, contracts are binding up until the point they're terminated or something. They at least owe you some maple syrup," she managed with a slight smile. Anything to keep from having to talk about why they were both here.

Unless Vinny had been a member from the beginning, but she didn't think that was the case. He wouldn't have gone to Canada if that was the case, right?

Right.

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galvinized
2009-06-03 05:53 am UTC (link)

"I'll be sure your cabinet is full of syrup, a late Christmas present." Vinny thought for a moment, "Or early?"

Maybe they could just stand here and talk like this forever. Maybe Gleny'll come in, and then they can reminisce and act like there wasn't a war raging outside these doors, that Vinny's fiancee hadn't been murdered, that Gleny's house hadn't blown up, and that Marissa wasn't next in line for something terrible to happen.

Yes, that would be a very pleasant way to go about things, ignoring everything else.

"So--" he motioned toward an empty table, managing to ignore the smell of the Hog's Head. He couldn't ignore the obvious forever, and he really did want to know why Marissa (another good friend of his!) was joining the Order, "Are you insane, coming here?"

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marridgeback
2009-06-03 07:35 am UTC (link)

Oh, that question was completely loaded. She stiffened up a little and placed her hands defiantly on her hips, brow arched.

"No more than you. Probably less than you, actually, since I'm not the one who bailed out on a Quidditch contract. I'm guessing that's why they're right pissed at you, at least." Marissa knew just as well as Vinny did why she was here -- because her friends were here and clearly their counterparts couldn't keep them safe since Gleny's house got blown up.

She slid into a seat at the table and continued to watch Vinny, guarded but trying to be warm. He'd had a hard time of things lately and she wasn't about to just let him slip down into depression or something over ... well, anything.

Once you had a bloke as a captain they entered a whole new level of friendship accessible to only a few people.

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galvinized
2009-06-04 10:52 pm UTC (link)

When he'd gone to Canada, it had been all over the tabloids, his devastatingly romantic story. Vinny hadn't understood what was so romantic about doing nothing while your fiancee and her family was murdered, but that's what he was asked in every interview. Was it hard? How has it affected your life? How do you answer that? Would you really want to admit that you ran away and left everything you had behind? Vinny had gladly accepted the image of the strong survivor of a far away war, especially if it made his short, one word answers acceptable to the media.

The fact that he had skipped back over the pond to England probably made a lot of sense, back there. He would have pissed off people, of course, but it was just part of his mysterious story. He'd be the story of the week, and soon be forgotten, which was exactly what he wanted.

"It's just a game," he muttered, repeating the mantra that had been going on in his head since he'd taken the portkey from Moosejaw.

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marridgeback
2009-06-06 09:12 pm UTC (link)

"Right, I totally buy that." She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. The fact was that Vinny had run away, but she couldn't very well have blamed him at the time and she sure as hell didn't blame him right now. To have someone you loved killed like that, over the exact thing they were fighting over still ... that had to be hard.

She furrowed her brows and sighed. "Are you actually going to join, or are you trying to ward people off?" Or both, but she didn't know how much that made sense.

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healers_leap
2009-06-03 03:22 am UTC (link)

Andre was suspicious to say the least, when he received a letter from Dumbledore in the post, but there was no way he was going to pass up the invitation. It had to be important. And there were going to be drinks. That alone had his attention.

When he first arrived, Andre hung back from most of the crowd, leaning against a wall watching the other people mingle. Andre felt old in this crowd, most of them were barely old enough to be first year interns. He raised a brow as someone caught his attention, and smirked as he made he way over to the booth.

"Fancy seeing you here, Potter." Andre said as he sat down next to him.

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misterprongs
2009-06-03 03:57 am UTC (link)

James rolled his eyes up to Healer Jordan, and let out a chuckle. Yeah, that's what it was. He looked down at the table, trying to find something witty and sarcastic to respond with, but found that he was completely out of anything remotely James-worthy. Jordan would have to settle for a grunt or two, for now, while he tried to manage some sort of feelings.

"Founding member, Healer Jordan," James finally said after a few quiet moments, his fingers rapping on the glass of his beer. It had been over two years since he and Lily had come to Dumbledore with the idea of the Order, meaning that it had been two years since his and Frank's abduction to France. It had been two years? Two years. Fuck, he really hadn't thought he'd make it to two years.

James waved a hand at the seat across from him, then waving at himself, "At your service."

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healers_leap
2009-06-03 04:41 am UTC (link)

Andre's brows shot up at the words founding member. Trouble-maker Potter had started all of this? Okay, alright, Andre would concede that James didn't cause him much trouble at all the short time he was an intern, except for the whole abruptly quitting thing, and he did have a few good ideas now and then, again, except for the whole quitting thing.

Then it clicked, it all made sense now. Potter had quit do to nothing, or so Andre had thought, when in reality he was doing much more than he ever could be as an intern. Hmph, maybe he did learn something in all those detentions.

"Andre" he said with a ghost of a smile as he finished off his beer. "You can call me Andre, after all I suppose I'll be answering to you now."

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misterprongs
2009-06-03 05:26 am UTC (link)

James straightened his shoulders a bit, finding himself surprised at the response. Huh. Well. That was going to take some getting used to---well, no. No it wouldn't, because when it came to the Order, James had always stepped up into the leadership positions. The only time he wasn't in charge was when he was being tortured, or Lily was. As terrible as that sounded, it took his family getting attacked to keep him from leading an Order mission.

He shrugged, attempting to look humble (James Potter, attempting to be humble?). "I'm glad to see you here, Andre," which was true, "You were one of my suggestions, actually. Along with Diggle---we healers have to stick together, aye? Or well, a few months worth of an intern, healer, anyway."

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healers_leap
2009-06-03 11:14 pm UTC (link)

It made Andre happy that Potter had been the one who thought of him. Made him feel like that he hadn't completely wasted his breath around the boy. That and it always helped his ego when his talents were recognized, not that he needed it. His brows furrowed and he scanned the room again at the mention of Diggle. Diggle was in on this too? Hmph.

"You would of made a great healer." he allowed. Andre was always good at picking out the ones who would be the most successful in the trade. And James had been his top pick for his year before he dropped out. It was such a shame that he didn't finish.

But maybe that was fixable.

"Honestly, I don't know if I'll be able to do this." he said gesturing around room. "I don't know how Adelaide would feel about it. Especially since my promotion to Head of Spell Damage. But even if I can't, I suppose I could still teach you a few things. Make you an Unofficial Healer of sorts. I'm sure it would be needed around here."

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misterprongs
2009-06-04 04:11 am UTC (link)

James' expression perked up. Unofficial Healer? As in...being a trained healer, without all the tests and degrees? He felt a strange sort of pride bubble in him, and he leaned forward, looking mighty, mighty interested.

"I think I'll have to take you up on that," James said, a ghost of his old mischievous grin sliding onto his face. The idea of finding his own way of becoming a healer, without having to work the long hours and not be there when Lily or the Order needed him, was very, very exhilarating. It was almost like studying to become an animagi; they'd had to do that on their own, so why not something like this? James had always hated giving up on things, so this--well, this couldn't have worked out any better.

"I'm still questioning whether or not I can do this," James admitted, shrugging lightly and looking down at his drink, "There are times when I don't want to do this, I mean---our kid's going to be here in less than two months, and I'm pretty sure Voldemort isn't going to drop dead before the end of July."

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ralphed
2009-06-03 04:16 pm UTC (link)

Ralph had been very, very, very, very determined to come to this meeting since he had gotten Dumbledore's letter. It was the perfect answer to all the things that had been going through his mind recently, how he wanted to do something about everything that had happened to him, how he felt like he should be here anyway since he knew about the Order, had known for a while! Not to mention his best friend and Frank and Alice, who had all three of them basically saved his life so-- it only made sense that he at least try to help.

The Order. To protect people like him.

But--- now that he was here, all the fire and determination that had been in his stomach for days had sort of... disappeared. The crowd was extremely... intimidating, not to mention there was the possibility that someone would make a deal out of the fact that yes, he wasn't dead, and yes, his hair was black. It unsettled him. He recognized a few people, but even then, he had been so out of the loop that it was hard to remember names.

That was it. This was the first time in months that he had participated in anything magical related with... well, witches and wizards. Not to mention everyone who did know him thought he was dead. As much as a tiny voice in his head told him that this had been a very bad idea, Ralph knew it hadn't. He could still remember the emotion that had been coursing through him, and... that should be enough to get him through this.

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catchthislove
2009-06-04 10:33 pm UTC (link)

Greta didn't think invitations to secret organizations were actually invitations to secret organizations. In the beginning, she'd actually believed the other junior reporters had been playing a trick on her, and had half a mind to stand on the top of her very shaky, very old desk and shout to the room about how she was so thrilled to be selected for this honor... but she couldn't. There was something about it that seemed far too fantastical to be fake.

So when the time came to go to the Hog's Head, Greta jammed on her reporter's hat and braced herself for the truly bizarre.

And it was far, far, far more bizarre than she herself could ever have imagined. Truthfully, Greta didn't know what skills she possessed that could have been of service to these people. She was just a girl. But as she looked around, seeing many face she recognized, Greta realized that the people here were exactly her age, some a few years older. Perhaps it wasn't about special talents; it was just about the right mindset, the right (maybe even inconspicuous) place in society, or something far more complicated Greta could never hope to understand.

One face in particular caught her eye, however, and it had to have been his face, since his hair was black as pitch.

Ralph Merridew.

She couldn't even control her jaw dropping. Instead, her feet took on a mind of her own as they marched towards the previously-redheaded boy, hands latching onto his.

"What the--?" she hissed, thin hands grabbing onto his wrists with surprising force.

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ralphed
2009-06-05 02:02 am UTC (link)

He had not been expecting that. Ralph jumped quickly, both his legs jamming into the table in front of him as he awkwardly tried to hide the fact that she had scared the crap out of him. Not to mention she looked completely menacing, looking up at him like some criminal liar. This did not help his already nervous state. Ralph hit his knees again as he continued to try to stand up, which only resulted in making another loud noise. For his sake, he hoped no one cared enough to notice.

"Greta," Ralph rasped, feeling his body become hot with uncomfort. He--- hadn't thought about what he would do if he ran into someone who didn't know he wasn't dead. That thought hadn't occurred to him. Because... well Miranda, and--- being out of the loop so long, it just hadn't come to mind on something to prepare himself for. Oh, how wrong that had been. He should have been preparing a speech like this for weeks, because now he had no idea what to say.

Ralph stumbled uneasily under her grasp, suddenly noticing that his previous housemate could be very strong when she wanted to be. Say something, he needed to say something before she started attacking him thinking that it was some imposer trying to be him. Or something. He thought for a moment as he attempted to tug himself out of her grasp.

"Nice to see you?"

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smethy
2009-06-03 11:04 pm UTC (link)

To be quite honest, he didn't know quite how to feel when he received the formal, owl-delivered parchment. Ever since his near-fatal attack at his parents' home, he had been quite the withdrawn person, only speaking to his parents, sisters, and Rachel and collegues, when he went to work. They say that a near death experience changes everything, but in Smeth's honest opinion, that was a load of crockery - he just felt like being a bit anti-social. It was odd, but his former self - and how he disliked saying former, for he did like to think of himself as a consistant being - would have been most upset at himself for not keeping up with old friends. The popular Smeth of his Hogwarts glory were gone, leaving behind a quieter, more disenchanted self.

The war had never really affected him, he had always believed - affected him directly. For certain a lot of his friends had died or been hurt, but to come after his own family members? A small part of him realized that maybe he should have seen it coming, as the Smethwycks were a large part of the wizarding community, but he had not wanted to see it. Dumbledore's letter today told him that he could do something, be part of something big, or something to that effect. He came because he was curious.

A balmy breeze brushed past him, lifting his cloak lazily before settling down again as he pushed opened the door of the Hog's Head. Green eyes widened only slightly in surprise when he saw how many people were there, how many people he seemed to recognize, and he nodded his head and waved in response to the greetings people addressed his direction. After weaving his way to the back of the tavern - he had thought briefly of sitting in the front, for old Ravenclaw habits die hard - and listening to what his old headmaster had to say, he passed on alcohol and harder drinks, opting instead of butterbeer.

No one had seemed to object to what the man had to say, nor were there really any questions, it seemed. As of this moment, people were mingling and chatting. Smeth remained where he was, toying with a napkin. He had questions, but didn't dare - or care enough - to voice them aloud. This was a war, people were dying, did he really want to be part of this? To be a part something big - wasn't that what the comic book heroes and science fiction adventurers were about? To cast away danger and be bold and courageous even in the face of imminent danger?

How sad that this was the real world then, and fact, not fiction.

Dark thoughts were automatically casted to the back of his mind when someone sat down to him, and by habit, a friendly smile was on his face. "Hullo," he greeted, pushing his empty butterbeer bottle to the side.

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sebclicks
2009-06-04 03:44 am UTC (link)

Sebastian had a very, very big headache.

He felt like jamming the heels of his hands into his eyes and never pulling away, because no matter how hard he pushed, the headache that was throbbing and throbbing and throbbing would not go away. What had he really thought Dumbledore wanted to talk to him about? What had he really thought would come out of this? Sebastian couldn't remember why he'd thought this had been a good idea, but now that he was here it was as if he'd never had a life before this stupid meeting.

Why wasn't anyone else looking like they were ready to puke? Was he a wimp, or something? Sebastian had already had his fair share of encounters with death eaters and their...issues, and joining the Order (if he did---) would just bring them even closer to his front door. To his front door, bursting through it. He knew some of these people, he knew for a fact that many of them had been in the papers for their troubles with the Dark Lord and---and whyyyy. Why did they think he'd want to be involved with this?

Sebastian let out a sigh and knocked his elbows hard against the countertop, hands remaining over his eyes.

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