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nora m. peakes ([info]melindicate) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2013-01-18 22:12:00


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Entry tags:nora peakes, octavius pepper

Octavius!
Traveling with a rude, over sized ferret and a treasure hunting niffler was not the easiest of tasks. Nora hadn't the foresight to see the hassles that might occur as she'd transported larger, much sharper fanged creatures before. No, no, the scratches on her arms from Kenneth's early morning temper tantrum and the various holes chewed into her pockets because she'd forgotten about the good luck coins her mother often placed in her clothing when she set off on an expedition, had not even remotely been thought of. Nope, she'd just been excited for the weekend trip, having not a single assignment to take up her time.

It seemed like all of her friends were in Istanbul for the cup. Octavius had been there since the beginning, Delilah made her way over last week and was now planning to stay, Adrian's team was advancing to the next round, and Nico was gallivanting around with his partner-in-crime, Larkin. Nora really didn't have much of a care for quidditch, but she had actually never been to Turkey and found being lonely as a good excuse to make the trip. Plus! Lorenzo had been whimpering the last week in ways that could only be interpreted as missing his owner. She'd sent an express owl ahead of time to Nico to arrange where they could meet, in case something exciting popped up before hand (which it tended to, a lot), and the bustling, energetic Istanbul City Port was chosen for a dinner that would include this and that from the various street vendors and one of a kind restaurants.

Dinner, though, was supposed to have been over a half hour ago. Nora leaned forward on the railing overlooking the water, rubbing her hands together because the night was turning rather brisk. Letting out a breath, she decided she'd give it another fifteen minutes. Who knew how fast time flew here, yeah?



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[info]dinglealltheway
2013-01-27 10:00 pm UTC (link)
Though the night in question had been thrilling, he refrained from asking in what lifetime ever had she deemed any night in which Charlie Spinnet would be appearing even bordering "good" enough to be lost. Instead, he mused, supposing he could ignore his mountain of owls to respond to, the last-minute meetings about programming switches and announcers for the matches, a quick briefing on the international news circuit, and sleep in the name of a grand time. The only problem being he had not had the time for, nor could he foresee having the time to be out and exploring the city for such an opportunity. Octavius had been in the city for over a fortnight, and meals were about the only time he had a chance to even see Istanbul, really.

"Yes, with both my infinite resources of time and winged or otherwise interesting creatures, I easily see that happening," he told her, eyebrows raised slightly and voice amused. Not too tired to smirk back at her, Octavius said, "If you were hoping for a repeat of flying beasties, I'm afraid the best I can provide is a bad-tempered camel with a penchant for excessive spitting."

Still, he took the proposal seriously now, even if only as an intellectual exercise, and thought hard. Drumming his fingers lightly along his lips, he tried to remember sights, myths, anything he'd heard in passing about the city that he hadn't had the opportunity to see for himself (which was nothing, so there should have been a lot).

"We could always steal into the Basilica Cistern," he proposed as mostly an intellectual exercise, " and splash around in ancient, muddy waters. I'll even refrain from pushing you into the ones with the fishes, if you're very, very good." He paused and considered before brightly adding, "I think they're carp."

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