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


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Entry tags: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

Old + Newly Invited Members! :O
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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[info]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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[info]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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