l o u i s (superbad) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-09-02 22:15:00

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agatha timms-catchlove, fredrick catchlove

Fredrick!
Agatha normally hated going into Diagon Alley when it wasn't being struck down with restrictions and penalties, so to have to come here with an identification card to prove her oh-so-holy status as a pureblood, well. That caused problems.

But, her brother needed her. Mark had not talked to her in the past eight years as much as he had in the past three days. Which bothered Agatha to no end, but now that squibs needed escorts in the wizarding world, Mark was insisting that she take him somewhere every ten minutes. And--she normally would apparate him places when he needed to be somewhere, she liked doing him that favor, but it had only been three days and she'd already been to Diagon Alley thirteen times.

Fourteen, if she decided to not stick around while he met up with a girl in Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. Which she wasn't going to, as seeing her brother flirt was simply not something she wanted to be witness to. Agatha told Mark she'd be back, and he waved her off without a second glance. Good to be appreciated.

She was going to stop at the Magical Menagerie when she heard some arguing a few paces down. The ministry officials positioned around the alley were pestering someone. Lovely. With a shake of her head and her fists clenched in her ready-to-cause-a-scene manner, Agatha stormed up to stand beside the blond man that was being questioned.

"Why are you pestering my boyfriend?" Not that she'd even bothered to look up at the man in question, but Agatha figured that her fierce tone would be able to send the officials off on their way.

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fredricks
2008-09-03 03:57 am UTC (link)

Fredrick honestly couldn't understand what the big deal was.

One minute he was walking down the sunny (abliet almost empty) street, about to take a shortcut alley to Flourish and Blotts. Then suddenly a couple of Ministry officals were waving their wands threateningly at him after he had given them a friendly hullo and answered their question that, yes, he was a squib. But c'mon, he wasn't stupid! He knew Muggleborns couldn't go to work, had to get tattoos, carry cards, yadda yadda yadda. But Fredrick barely bothered to carry his card around, though, because he hardly ever ventured into the wizarding the world. Anyway, it just seemed stupid for him try to keep up on all of the restrictions unless they began affecting his halfblood sisters. After all, when it was all said and done, Fredrick was a Squib. It wasn't like he could do much harm to anyone. Hell, up until this point, the Ministry had ignored him for most of his life.

"What d'you mean I'm not allowed on my own?!" Fredrick found himself shouting when one of the officals tried to grab his arm. "Wha--back off, buddy!"

It seemed that while he was out of the country last week, he'd missed something very very big.

Fredrick stuffed his hand in his pockets, trying to retrive the card that showed proof that he was a Halfblood at least. This was a bad idea. The two Ministry officals must have thought he was going for his nonexistent wand, because before Fredrick knew it he was being pushed against the dingy brick wall with such force that the back of his head knocked against it with a thud.

"This isn't any of your business," Fredrick heard one of the officals say, which made absolutely no sense in Fredrick's context.

He yelled, his eyes snapped shut in pain, Fredrick gripped the back of his head and yelled, "Fuck it isn't any of my business! Jesus Christ!"

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superbad
2008-09-03 04:33 am UTC (link)

These guys must be new. Nearly every guard in the Ministry avoided eye contact with Agatha because of her reputation with being...quite loud with them. Especially after one had accidentally (though Agatha still swears it was on purpose) squashed the stag beetle she'd been keeping for her lectures on their vital part of the environment. Oh. She was sure that he could still feel her pinch on the back of his arm and hear her voice ringing in his ears at night and---

"Fredrick?"

Agatha gasped as the official finally moved enough for her to see the poor muggleborn they were assaulting, and her eyes widening to the size of quaffles at the sight of the man from the park, from the Animal Liberation meeting and---and---he was a wizard? What the hell, how could he not have--not that she had actually told him, but he could have at least given some hint that---

"I mean--Fredrick! Don't---touch him!" She had to behave as if it wasn't a surprise to see this man, that---oh fucking Hell, she had to pretend he was her boyfriend. Damn her big mouth, "Get your hands off of him, I'm a pureblood! I was in the pet store!"

"Can I see your identification?" the official asked gruffly. Agatha sent him an annoyed look, but began to dig through her purse, "Hurry it up!"

"Hey!" she let out as he grabbed at her bag. Whoa, okay, there was definitely something up these guys' arses.

	fredricks 2008-09-05 04:27 am UTC (link)
	"Deal." Fredrick had always enjoyed girls with coy smiles and long eyelashes. A sneaky smile appeared on his face. "But everytime I make you blush, you lose a spoonful." He winked at her and raced towards the icecream parlor, intent on getting in a few good spoonfuls before her. (Reply to this)(Parent)