Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 17:35, September 10, 2012 (UTC)
Shadow walked into the Leaky Cauldron, motioning Amelia to follow him.
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 17:40, September 10, 2012 (UTC)
Shadow walked in one of the rooms upstairs. As soon as Amelia came in, he closed the door, and locked it, charming it so the Unlocking Charm would be ineffective. Then he wave his wand to close the curtains. He took and seat and turned to Amelia. "Alright, explain yourself."
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 17:50, September 10, 2012 (UTC)
"I don't intend to teach as "Professor Shadow". I have sent an application for the History of Magic position. I will go under the alias "Professor Oliver Berrin" for the time being."
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 17:58, September 10, 2012 (UTC)
Shadow glanced at her with a bored look in his eye. "Don't get too attached."
JennySlytherin -"What can I get you?" – 22:39, September 10, 2012 (UTC)
*Jenny reaches for the coin on the table, but then, with a shudder, pulls back. She wraps her hand in her apron, and swipes the coin into the front pouch of the apron, where it sits.*
JennySlytherin -"What can I get you?" – 21:42, September 9, 2012 (UTC)
*Jenny got a chill when the cloaked figure ordered the Firewhiskey. She sends Bran over to the table with the drink, and watches him every step of the way. He returns, and chides her for being overactive in the imagination department.*
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 17:38, September 10, 2012 (UTC)
"I suppose. But tell me, why should I risk my safety and good name for a ridiculous movement. Give me one reason I should join you, rather than turn you into the Ministry and get a nice reward for myself."
Einar Faris -"Time reaps all. Colour me Cronus." – 17:46, September 9, 2012 (UTC)
*Einar moves a poster on the wall above him down four inches and six to the left, then lifts the candlestick behind him and deposits it on the other side of the alcove, next to Sabrina. Immediately, the sounds of the pub fade, and a veil of darkness falls, cutting off the main room from view.*
Now, Ms. Le Fey, I am here somewhat against my better judgment and out of respect for Genevieve and Charles, who both speak unaccountably highly of you. Please show me they weren't mistaken."
She looks shiftily around. "No. Don't attack them. Their defensive wall is stronger than ours. We havent even properly sorted ranks. They're planning an attack. I'll be attending their meeting, gathering their information. I suggest, once they leave for an attack, we counter-attack, but send a group to the Black Estate, and secure their area. They'd least expect it."
Einar Faris -"Time reaps all. Colour me Cronus." – 22:50, September 15, 2012 (UTC)
"We don't have the manpower or the command structure in place for any kind of co-ordinated attack. I'd just like to know when, where and how hard they're going to hit us. The British Bulldog is taking some rousing this time round, and if we're not careful it's going to be all over before we've begun to fight."
She winks, "I'll find out. Just give me a place where we can meet up again?"
Einar Faris -"Time reaps all. Colour me Cronus." – 23:01, September 15, 2012 (UTC)
"Probably better if you pick the time and place. Use Dervish and Banges in Hogsmeade as a dead drop. Tell the owner it's "a matter of time" and you've "been looking around", and she'll pass on the details to me. Don't worry, wherever, whenever, I'll be there. This is that urgent."
Vetus and Barant
Vetus TenibrusAtreides -"What must be, will be." – 18:21, October 3, 2012 (UTC)
*Another "chronologically enriched" gent enters with the purposeful stride and short back-and-sides which bespeak a military background. He looks around for somewhere to sit, and spots the sole occupant at the bar. He marches over.* "Might I join you? The sun's over the yardarm, and it seems wrong uncorking a bottle alone."
Vetus TenibrusAtreides -"What must be, will be." – 18:30, October 3, 2012 (UTC)
"Wyndham, Barry. Formerly Lieutenant-Colonel, Royal Fusiliers, First Battalion, at your service. There's nothing like the military for the chance to make things explode without the Muggles holding a lot of fool inquiries, I tell you. And you?"
Vetus TenibrusAtreides -"What must be, will be." – 18:42, October 3, 2012 (UTC)
"Well, I had to get a dispensation from the Ministry, but luckily I was putting in my application just as the First War with You-Know-Who kicked off, and someone must have reckoned it was better to make any extra explosions a Muggle problem. Still, can't imagine having done it differently. Make it to every one of the Regimental reunions, you know, wherever they are. Most of the chaps can't begin to figure how I do it on a state pension, so I fed them load of guff about my old man inventing the idea of railway points, and having free rail travel for him and his heirs as his reward. *Laughs heartily at his own ingenuity.* And they bought it! Anyway, enough about me. Tell me something about yourself."
Vetus TenibrusAtreides -"What must be, will be." – 19:06, October 3, 2012 (UTC)
"Nah! Bunch of blind mouths they are, fed by the latest Boom! As long as it blows up, and there's something they can call collateral damage, they're as happy as house elves in muck. Mind you, 99% of 'em don't have a clue how stuff works when it is based on their "physics", so just inventing some gobbledigook, one of my chaps referred to it as "technobabble", is more than enough to get massive funding, and, more importantly, permission."
Vetus TenibrusAtreides -"What must be, will be." – 19:16, October 3, 2012 (UTC)
"Well, it's like that with the military. Four or five of us, of good stock I mean, not the namby-pamby watered-down stuff, can do as much as one of their armored divisions any day, and with far more flexibility, precision and responsibility. I mean, we don't see collateral damage as a plus - just an occasional and regrettable necessity."
JennySlytherin -"What can I get you?" – 07:27, October 4, 2012 (UTC)
"Can I get either of you gents anything else?"
Vetus TenibrusAtreides -"What must be, will be." – 19:16, October 4, 2012 (UTC)~
"That's very decent of you, old chap. Well, I could go a Firewhiskey, certainly."
JennySlytherin -"What can I get you?" – 06:58, October 6, 2012 (UTC)
"So, that's a Firewhiskey, neat I assume - and a Butterbeer, was it, sir?" *Jenny asks the older man.*