Tags: 28 august 1978

Scratch head/Compfused

28 August 1978

28 Sunday 1978
6:00 pm
Lestrange’s backyard/Avery’s cottage in Hogsmeade


Regulus received the owl during the most unlikely of times. He had been in the middle of a croquet game in Rabastan's backyard against son and father. He had just struck Rabastan's ball away from the whisket, preventing him from striking. Regulus, for someone who had never played before, had sported beginners luck. Regulus was just making a celebratory toast to his croquet genius when a large barn owl swooped down, knocking his beer from his hand. Regulus, angry, threw the can at the bird and kicked the house elf, and then yelled because it knocked his last cigarette into the grass somewhere. Ignoring the laughing he received, he yanked the letter from t he bird and literally threw it off his shoulder. He then swiped at with his mallet for good measure.

After he spent a good twenty minutes running around the yard waving the mallet and screaming at the bird, Regulus took all of three minutes to read the note. Once he did he grew angry, balled up the note, and threw it at the bird that had taken root in a nearby tree. Ignoring the fact it wanted to be tipped, he tramped through the grass towards Rabastan. "I have to go," he told him, and without waiting for a reply, he turned and marched off, swatting at the bird that followed.
. . . . . . . Collapse )
  • v_avery

Sunday, August 28, 1978

August 28, 1978
3:48 pm
Varian's cottage, Hogsmeade



Severus felt something wet on his arm in the middle of his dream and woke up, blinking blearily as he looks around. His gaze focued in on the dog almost immediately. " ... Oh fucking hell," he muttered as he sat up straight quickly, causing the futon shift under him. "I'm NOT living in the same house as a dog!" He glanced over at Varian, who laid next to him.

Varian scratched behind the small dog's ears as he laid back on the futon. The dog climbed onto his flat stomach, licking at his chin until its attention focused itself on the long haired man to the left. Its ears perked up, and its massive eyes stared at him until Varian's small whistle caused it to turn back to his master, licking his chin again. He chuckled lightly, his bony fingers working to rub the back of the dog's neck. "Lyland...look at me," he said quietly in a whisper to the dog. He had felt the jolt of the bed but paid little attention to it, the dog being the apple of his eye. He then shook his head at the small animal. "No...don't eat daddy's shirt," he said as the dog started to lick at his shirt.
. . . .Collapse )