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Tom Marvolo Riddle has long since disappeared and in his stead Lord Voldemort has risen, bringing a small army with him. The Ministry of Magic has thus far ignored the growing menace that is the Death Eaters and Albus Dumbledore has taken it upon himself to defend the wizarding community from an evil he knows is building. War is coming. Pick a side!
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Post by Apollo Évaritse Giouard on Jul 20, 2018 3:54:55 GMT -8
Apollo Giouard
life is but one grand adventure…
With his hands in pockets, Apollo strolled down the narrow dirt path towards the village. It was on warm summer nights like these that he preferred to walk to Minstead rather than a quick apparition. He enjoyed his time beneath the giant redwoods and oaks; their large branching patterns occasionally breaking to let in the twinkling lights of the evening sky. Sometimes he heard the chirp of a cricket or the rustling of a nearby animal, but it was typically a quiet thirty minute walk that he found to be soothing.
Whistling an old tune, Apollo could see the warm glowing lights of the village center begin to grow in the distance. He was headed to The Trusty Servant – the only pub in Minstead that doubled as a bed and breakfast upstairs for the occasional tourist who wandered through. Sure the Sir Walter Tyrell pub wasn’t too far outside of town, but most of the locals wound up here at the end of the day. With a population of only four-hundred and eight, it was normal to see the same familiar faces. These were people, Apollo discovered, who greeted you with a sense of familiarity, inquired about your day, and showed concern if you missed one of the town’s organized events. It was this close sense of community that appealed to Apollo most. He found it to be the closest thing that reminded him of Louisiana since moving to the United Kingdom twenty years ago.
But it was hard to miss someone like Apollo, especially in Minstead. With a small population of muggles (and an even smaller population of wizards), he was the only redheaded American with a Southern accent. When Apollo purchased old Dexter Cuthbert’s property in 1958, he was a novelty to the residents of Minstead. He was the hot-blooded American with offbeat expressions and a disjointed use of the French language. He came from old family money rooted in the agricultural business, but had no problem rolling up his sleeves for a day’s honest work. Harrison Montagne, the only wizard to sit on the parrish council at the time, was quick to introduce himself to Apollo, and made sure to acquaint him with the thirteen other wizarding families who lived in the area. Apollo may have been different, Harrison claimed, but he was still one of them. Plus, having an Auror live locally was an added bonus.
By the time Apollo arrived at The Trusty Servant, the evening’s action was already in full swing. During the summer months, most people tended to hang around outside in the rear garden. There was often live music and the garden was decorated with lanterns and fairy lights strung up above. Even as Apollo approached the garden, he could already make out a few familiar voices and the sound of the evening’s entertainment getting ready to take their small makeshift stage. He watched as Roger, a muggle mechanic, stumbled into view – laughing uproariously with Thomas Dunkirk. It was obvious both men were already a couple pints deep and Apollo grinned at them as they passed with a rowdy welcome.
Apollo saw that the garden was nearly packed with both muggles and wizards alike. Some milled around to socialize and others were seated at the wooden picnic tables. Oskar and Hayley, both employed as servers by The Trusty Servant, ran around hurriedly trying to scribble down orders and deliver drinks to the patrons. Apollo noted several familiar faces in the crowd as well as new ones that he wasn’t so sure of. One of those families – the Davies family, he thought – was seated at a table. They were chatting with Rose Montagne, Harrison’s youngest daughter and newest parrish councilwoman, and looked happy enough to be part of the social outing. The Davies were one of the newest wizarding families to move out of the bigger cities and into a smaller community like Minstead. According to Rose, the wife was muggleborn and the husband wanted to find a place that felt safe from the growing persecution of being mixed blood. Unfortunately, they weren’t the first magical family move to Minstead under those terms. Apollo liked to see the wizarding community grow, but he didn’t like to see it being done out of fear.
Continuing to peruse the garden, Apollo noticed a wizard with a mess of black hair chatting it up with a young brunette. He looked at ease as he talked to the pretty brunette – giggling as she ate up whatever line he tossed her direction. Though he was a relative stranger to Minstead, he was a familiar sight to Apollo.
“Camulus, I’ll be damned.” Apollo called out to the man as he made his way over. “When did you get back to this side of the world?”
Hopefully the lad wasn’t too set on closing any deals tonight with his new female friend.
Post by Camulus Patrick Sayre on Jul 21, 2018 14:04:31 GMT -8
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Camulus Sayre
Camulus was in a good mood. The weather was behaving itself for once, there was no pressing business that she had to attend to and he had a pretty girl on his arm, which was, in his opinion, just about as well as it was possible for things to be going. Of course, it would have been nice to transplant this scene to somewhere a little cultural- Paris, perhaps, or even Montreal- but it would seem that the quintessential British pub was going to be the background for this little encounter and, when all was said and done, there were worse places to be.
This year, Camulus had spent time in every hotspot from Iraq to Russia, and it was nice to be able to truly relax for once. It wasn't something that he did very often- as a man with a certain amount of prestige, a definite amount of money and a definite reputation for trouble, he spent most of the time watching his own back, not to mention his front and definitely not forgetting his pockets. Granted, he could quite easily afford to lose a few Galleons, but that wasn't the point. Someone, somewhere, had worked very hard for those few Galleons, and it would be an insult to them to allow them to fall into the hands of a common or garden pickpocket.
Also, Camulus really didn't like being robbed.
It was a small step from pickpocketing to mugging to kidnapping and extortion, and he didn't think he could live with the shame if he ever allowed himself to be kidnapped. Certainly, it would have put him into a quite extraordinarily bad mood. And, contrary to popular belief, Camulus didn't spend a lot of time in a bad mood, partly because he seldom had any reason to and partly because he just didn't enjoy it. Why be miserable when you could be happy? That was about as close to a philosophy as he could get, and that was what he hoped to pass on to his myriad younger family, and particularly Christine, who was sometimes just a touch too serious for his liking.
He'd been glad to see that she was keeping in with the family traditions though- parties had always been a big part of the Gryffindor's life as a teenager, and the gaggle of girls who'd invaded the place had definitely livened things up a bit. He hadn't minded, particularly- it was nice to hear some different voices. Sometimes, he thought about taking a position at Hogwarts, just for a term or two, to reassure himself that he hadn't lost his youth entirely- but he soon talked himself out of that one. Camulus was well aware that he would never have been able to stand being tied down to one place, to have to do such supremely boring things as marking and lesson plans- no, it just wasn't for him. In all honesty, Camulus didn't think there was any such thing as a conventional job which would fit him. He was just an unconventional kind of person. That was all that there was to it.
The dark-haired girl that he was chatting to nudged him gently in the chest, and he looked down at her pretty head with a grin. "Something wrong?" he enquired, and she shook her head, leaning back against him. Camulus closed his eyes with a sigh and a slight smile lingering about his lips. No one had ever accused him of being anything but chivalrous, but all the same, he had a deep appreciation of women. The old saying was that he had a girl in every port, but the Gryffindor considered that to be lacking in ambition. Two, at the very least, just in case he had to stay there for a prolonged period of time. Generally, the Irishman didn't cope too well without female company, and he abstained only in one of two sets of circumstances. Firstly, if he had Christine with him, since he knew she didn't want to even think about it, and secondly, if he was anywhere near home, because that was just asking for trouble.
His moment of contemplation was interrupted by a familiar voice, and the dark haired man, recognising it, glanced around him keenly, searching for its source, which he quickly detected.
"Apollo!" he called in return, his hand winding around the slender waist of his pretty companion. "Well, well, what a coincidence." In all honesty, he hadn't been expecting to run into the other man here. Actually, it was rather an inconvenience. Still, he grinned as he approached. "How are you, my friend? And have you met my friend Maria?" The girl was Spanish by origin if he judged it right and, constantly travelling as he was, he ought to know. Accents were something of a speciality of his, even if her English was impeccable.
Post by Apollo Évaritse Giouard on Jul 24, 2018 21:58:01 GMT -8
Apollo Giouard
life is but one grand adventure…
By the looks of it, Camulus seemed genuinely surprised by Apollo’s sudden appearance. Why he would be, Apollo hadn’t a clue. He owned property not even two miles away and was a familiar face in the village. Apollo also liked to think he was fairy involved in the Minstead community – with both the local happenings and the people – and a quick jaunt to The Trusty Servant on a Thursday night to make the veiller wasn’t entirely surprising. This was the closest thing Apollo found to calling a place ‘home’ and he tried to make the most of it when he was in the area.
Although instead of dwelling on the matter, Apollo held out his hand to give Camulus a firm handshake. It was still good to see the man whenever he was around. He was typically at sea most of the year, but whenever schedules allowed it, Apollo liked to make a visit happen. They got on well enough, shared similar interests, and could appreciate a good adventure when it found them.
“Still got all my fingers and toes, yeah.” Apollo said with a casual shrug. He thought back to last month’s raid down in Wales where he damn near lost his foot. The warehouse was supposed to be empty – and it was – but some rookie forgot to mention that not all of the booby-traps had been deactivated yet. Apollo was the first one in the door and he barely managed to dive out of the way before a nasty little hex was tossed his way. It caught him in the back of his right foot and it hurt like a sonofabitch. He lost a pair of good boots that day and spent nearly the next two at St. Mungo’s waiting to be healed.
At the mention of Camulus’s new friend, Apollo smiled and politely nodded his head in greeting. Now that he was closer, he had a better look at the brunette. He did know Maria. He’d seen her around town once or twice, but had only spoken to her once at the market.
“Maria’s been staying with the Guthries while she’s here studyin’ mooncalves this summer. Apparently they’ve got a different romancin’ style than those in Granada.” Maria looked pleased that he had remembered their sole conversation while standing in line at the checkout.
But Apollo wasn’t so quick to completely let Camulus off the hook for forgetting to look him up in Minstead. He gave Maria a sly grin. “You best be careful with our boug here. He’s been known to fall under a cunja now and again, especially from a pretty girl like yourself.”
tagged: Camulus Patrick Sayrenotes: make the veiller = spend the evening talking with friends, boug = boy, cunja = to put a spell on someone