#peter001

If Barty could have gotten away with wearing a mask that covered his entire face, he would have. At least that way, he was sure he’d be hiding the tension in his jaw. Despite the shiny veneers of the event, Barty couldn’t just shake off his apprehension of whatever might be happening behind the scenes. There was a traitor Death Eater on the loose. The Dark Lord is most displeased. And the Death Eaters were supposed to be looking for Buchanan. Barty was sure that the members of the Order were doing the same too. Not to mention that the Ministry remains hot on their heels. There is a wild race going on. And yet, anybody who’s anybody was still at the Halloween Masquerade.

Maybe Barty just felt it more than most, being aligned with the Dark Lord while secretly dating a muggleborn. It was a secret that he was sure could get him killed or in the same boat as Buchanan at the very least. To ease the tension he was feeling, Barty excused himself from his companion and sought out the one person who just might understand. 

Even a wizard like Bertram wasn’t exempted from chore day. He doubted that was about to change any time soon. That’s just how it was for the average wizarding folks who didn’t have a family name tote around along with the family house elf. It was his turn anyway. Dirk had already done the things he needed to do and Bertram would just look like an awful roommate if he slacked off. He could be a messy one, sure, but he wasn’t about to become the reason none of them have clean clothes to wear. Or any food to eat.

Watching an Unplottable location was not the most important of Order tasks. In fact, Fabian rather suspected he’d been handed this particular mission particularly to keep him out of trouble. 

After all, watching an Unplottable location meant watching something that wasn’t there. 

He and Pettigrew were literally staring at thin air, hoping a Death Eater would slip up and miss their Apparition point. That was, if there was even anything here at all. They’d been wrong about these hideouts before - they were near impossible to pinpoint to a location. And that too was dependent on if Dumbledore even truly suspected this place, or just wanted to keep Fabian out of the way for a few days. 

He let another frustrated breath of air escape him, his fingernails pressing tightly into the palms of his hands. “This is a waste of resources.” Usually, he was happy to do what the Order needed him to do, only wanting to play a role in the biggest purpose of the organisation. Right now, he couldn’t think of anything worse than the monotony, the inaction of most of their missions, of doing nothing. 

@wxbheadparker

“Why were you transporting it in the first place. “

There was an inherent sense of calm in the Boulevardier, one that she hadn’t found in the other bars she had visited since her return. Of course, there was still a lively crowd and a singer beyond compare onstage, but she felt as if she couldn’t get into as much trouble at a bar known for its neutrality. She’d become used to seeing some of the regulars, and wondered when she herself would be considered one. 

It didn’t take her long to grab a drink from the bar, and wander over to a mostly empty table. Empty save for Peter, a somewhat regular patron she had spoken two a few times before. “Hello, darling!” she greeted as she sat down beside him. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? How’s your week been?”

When: 3:45 pm

Who: @peterwolfboylopez

   While a day off was not totally unheard of for Patricia, she often didn’t take them because the office allowed a certain measure of solace and solitude that she could easily work with. The weekends were for her siblings, and then her smile was painted on — easy laughter, measured jokes, and generally trying to feel as happy as she could with the people she gave a shit about within Ashbourne — and it made it harder to just exhale.

   That meant on her days off when they were busy, she found ways to occupy herself, afraid of that if she spent too much time in true solitude — not the solitude of her work at Town Hall, as it was still very much around people — her mind might wander to her mother, or father, or other things that made her spine jump into her throat; like the fact that she’d never see anything but Ashbourne for as long as she lived.

   The movie theater offered her a chance to be social — however pathetic it might be for a twenty-five year old to be seeing a movie by herself in the middle of the afternoon — and yet avoid having to talk for long stretches as they set up whatever movie was going to be playing for now. At one point they’d had Doctor Dolittle playing for a month and a half when she was younger and she’d been there half a dozen times with her dad. The place held fond memories, and yet hung like a shadow threatening to release its putrescence on her.

A shadow falls over Logan as he’s about to take another sip of beer, an unexpected visitor to the table. His friend had left just a few moments ago, and his eyes were trained on the bathroom door ever since. He didn’t know why he kept coming out; the pub wasn’t really his scene, but he often found himself convinced anyway. It wasn’t exactly a shock to see Peter standing in front of him, though it wasn’t exactly who he had been hoping for. The thought that Nathaniel might join him tonight had been too good to be true. 

“Were you going to say something, or are you just enjoying the view?” he asked with a bit of a grin. Their conversations weren’t often pleasant, but Logan always gave him the benefit of the doubt.