#bothlionandfox

[amonochromeaugust]

ravenclaw allergies

Gus was not one so easily set off.       But the stupidity of some of his peers       made him want to jinx arses off.

"Done.       I am done.       I learned plenty in the war.       I don't fucking need an education if it means       putting up with this lot. Anyone want my stuff?       I'm not even going to pack."

[coloursofaugust]

bothlionandfox replied to your post:If you were going to a costume party next week, what costume would you wear?

Oi, you prat! You dare even /try/ that with me and I’ll run you through with your own sword.

Hey now, you wouldn't do that to your favorite mischief protege! I am just applying all of the techniques you taught me about causing mayhem and disturbing the peace!

[coloursofaugust]

Fabulous & Gusty || Fabian & Augustus

It was cooler outside than it had been all summer. Not that anyone was awake to appreciate the English weather making its best efforts to relieve a bit of the heat. The streets were bare and remained so. However there was a sudden shift of shadows at a certain wizard's doorstep, followed by a abrupt knock that broke the silence of midnight.

As soon as the impolitely late call was answered, the caller burst into hasty explanation.

"Wait! I know you hate it when your beauty sleep is interrupted, Fabs, and I know if it happens you'd rather it be by a bird who offers you her tits first off. But I have the next best thing: three very large bottles of firewhiskey, my Boss' excellent bread pudding, and some Welsh scotch shite that I got from some bloke in the Alley."

Augustus Rookwood was hardly subtle with his mannerisms. The enthusiastic tone and over zealous hand waving was all trademark Rookwood for 'already had a few pints before deciding to come over'. That sort of Rookwood was closely related to 'I probably should not have apparated', for he was quite horrid at it when sober, and sometimes connected to 'I had a bad day but am not man enough to seek out comfort'. When it came to drinking and friends, August could be a bit predictable. Partly because he made the effort to be predictable. That way he never really needed to ask, which could get dull and redundant.

"What do you say, Fab? Help a mate out to get rid of these delicious burdens?" August put on his best smile and lifted the bag of spoils hopefully. He would have fluttered his eyelashes too if he thought it would get him anywhere.

[fleshandedgarbones]

June 15th 1979: St Mungo's, Edgar and Fabian, "First, Do No Harm"

For the first time in his life, Edgar was early. His watch had stopped working at some point recently, and so he'd mistakenly thought that it was ten o'clock in the morning when in fact it was still forty past nine by the time he arrived at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Once he'd stepped through the abandoned shop window and into the foyer of the hospital, he spotted the much larger clock face hanging on the wall with the correct time. 

Ah, bloody hell, he thought to himself, grimacing as he wondered how he would occupy himself for the next twenty - now nineteen - minutes until Fabian turned up at the time they'd agreed on during their talk via floo earlier on in the morning. They'd planned on getting into St Mungo's to make sure that no one tried anything funny with the poor young sod from the Ministry who was near death from being used for espionage. But there was no point heading further in yet. All Order members had it drilled into them that they should always be in pairs if they could help it. 

Leaning against the wall near a bunch of chairs that were already taken by family who obviously had a relative in one of the wards ("I'm sure Georgie's gonna be alright, Mum." "Yes but he looks so pale. I don't think they know what they're doing. What if it's Dragon Pox?" "He doesn't even have any spots." "Yes, but they don't appear until much later, I've heard, and by then it's too late."), Edgar sighed and looked around the large open room. St Mungo's was always busy these days, having to take those injured in various attacks from around the country in addition to the usual diseased and accident-prone. It made the place even more depressing. He remembered that it had been much quieter that time his parents had taken them to see their Great Aunt Deirdre a few days before she'd passed away, when he was seven. And what with the war, the security had been stepped up. Edgar could see a couple of guards wandering around, suspiciously looking people up and down as they entered the hospital. 

In fact, he realised after another fifteen minutes, hanging around the foyer without any obvious reason was deemed to be suspicious enough to attract attention. They were coming right towards him. 

"Hullo there. What are you doing 'ere today?" asked one of the pair dressed in security uniforms, a big man with a bald head, his voice overly interrogating. His partner was a black haired witch who looked to be in her forties. 

Edgar drew to memory the excuse they'd decided on. "Just waiting for a mate. My cousin's a patient. We're about to visit him. He had a nasty gnome attack him, nearly gouged his eyes out. Poor bloke."

The security witch raised her eyebrows, but by then Edgar could spot Fabian coming in through the entry. "Here he is!" He said, grinning at the pair and trying to seem casual about it all.