*Arcturus Apparates down to the wine cellar, realising that news this monumental requires an accompaniment, and vacillating, somewhat, between the Mouton Rothschild 1945, which was his own first addition to the collection, or the Shipwrecked 1907 Heidsieck of which he purchased 80 bottles seventeen years ago, and which is the only worthwhile champagne, in his assessment.*
HebathThe Rookery -"As you say." – 11:07, September 22, 2012 (UTC)
*Hebath has remembered this evening's '56 Burgundy, the Romanee-Conti Grand Cru, Cote de Nuits, in fact, which should be served close to room temperature, but is currently in one of the artificially chilled sections of the cellars. He therefore "pops" in, grabs the bottle, Apparates to the Kitchens, where he leaves it on the side to slowly warm, and "pops" back to the others in the Stables.*
*Arcturus decides that, to accompany his activities in the new base, he needs to stock his drinks cabinet down there with the 1930 Amontillado, the 1945 Jaboulet Burgundy White, and several bottles of the St. Miriam. He is even taking a couple of bottles of the 1915 Rouyer Guillet Impérial Brandy Cognac, just in case.*
*Arcturus isn't lending even half an ear to the girl's wittering as he opens the passageway, but he thought he heard "touch", so, presumably, there was a "don't" in there somewhere. He stand back.* "OK, you first, down we go."
*Arcturus has wasted enough time recently, and breath, dealing with rebellious teens, so he shrugs.* "Fine, follow me, but make sure you're no more than three steps behind me, as some of the counter-enchantments don't last."
Caecey looks rather gutted. "Okay. The 1901 will do." She strains her ears as she thinks she hears a sound from below the floors.
HebathThe Rookery -"As you say." – 19:17, September 27, 2012 (UTC)
*Hebath does something unprecedented - he touches Caecey. More specifically, he grabs her arm, and Side-Along Apparates the pair of them behind the stacked shelves of Petrus, just as Arcturus emerges from the passageway. He has also cast the Muffliato variant he uses in the Stables when hiding.
*Arcturus is ina truly foul mood, having had to touch and take apart an Inferius, and he pays less than his usual level of attention to his surroundings. He simply closes the door, and Apparates to his lab, muttering under his breath.*
"Don't try that with me." she says. "I've met too many people in my solitary periods that have tried that."
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 19:42, September 27, 2012 (UTC)
Shadow looked at her with slight surprise, but merely shrugged it off. Apparently, her father had already done it to the point of her developing a natural resistance. "Very well. Elf, why is this girl here?"
HebathThe Rookery -"As you say." – 19:46, September 27, 2012 (UTC)
*Hebath effectively short circuits from all the conflicting command priorities in his head, and merely gibbers at the floor.*
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 19:49, September 27, 2012 (UTC)
"Speak now, elf. Or else the consequences will be...severe."
"Don't you dare!" she snarls, drawing her wand. "What was my father doing down there?" she demands. "You're history if you don't. Anyway, attack spells are what I'm best at. So, if you don't want to be hit by one, you'll tell me."
Shadow– Dark Wizard TALK– 23:42, September 28, 2012 (UTC)
She glances meaningfully at Hebath. "I warned you..." she hissed. "You can't say I didn't." She quickly casts Muffliato then turns her wand on Shadow.Her eyes flash red. "Tell me, or it'll be YOU that has your mind wiped."
HebathThe Rookery -"As you say." – 09:21, September 29, 2012 (UTC)