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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 27, 2011 21:46:34 GMT
Rydiger smiles. "Indeed." He puts away his own wand, pulled out a glove from his pocket and puts it on so he won't leave fingerprints or DNA, and suddenly grabbs Barney's wand, and points it on his head. "Obliviate!" It comes a bluish green light, and he makes Barney forget who he is, before he uses another kind of Memory Charm and plants fasle memories into Barny's head so he belives it was Bellatrix Lastrange he meet tonight, randomly, before saying. "Imperio!"
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Mar 27, 2011 21:58:55 GMT
*He suddenly felt hazy, the confusion became a complete lack of understanding of what was happening to him.*
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 27, 2011 22:03:55 GMT
Rydiger smiles. He was quite skilled with charms, and was proud of it. Now Barney Closworth would remember neither who he was, and belive the one to cast the imperius curse was a fearful Death Eater. The order the real caster of the curse, went trough his mind. "Kill Rufus Scirmegour.[/b]"
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Mar 27, 2011 22:08:26 GMT
*He stood up dazed, with only one thought on his mind and started walking to the door.*
*He stopped short and patted himself down.*
Where's my wand?
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Post by Tom on Mar 27, 2011 22:36:32 GMT
*He bustled over to his back room and pushed the door open.*
When you're quite done in 'ere, I'd be awfully grateful if you'd just bugger off.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 27, 2011 23:05:31 GMT
"Ah, yes." I said, looking on Tom. "We are done now." I handed Barny's wand over to him. He draged out his wand, used me memory charm on Tom too, just to be sure, so Tom would forget that they was there. "Good bye, my good men." And then i disapparated.
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Mar 28, 2011 10:58:12 GMT
*He nodded to Tom.*
Guess I'll be off then fella. See ya 'round.
*With hazy vision, feeling a little dizzy he wandered to the exit and out into the street.*
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Post by Lucretia Black on Apr 15, 2011 8:46:51 GMT
* * * *Lu almost carries Bern into the Leaky, as outside the bookshop it turns out that Bern isn't as able to walk as he thought he would. She shoves him in a booth, and calls for the owner.* "Tom?" "To--OOO--MMM!! -- Full breakfast for two, coffee no sugar, for me. For Mr Blotts anything but alcohol to drink!" *making sure the bag with the books is safely between them, so Bernard can't just run away with it.*
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Post by Bernard Blotts on Apr 16, 2011 20:55:48 GMT
*Bern grins stupidly, knowing how it must look - like he's managed to pull a really fit bird*
*Tumbles into the booth as she shoves him in, and glowers at her*
I tell you my brain is falling apart like wet cake, and this is how you treat me!
*Grumbles*
Get me a coffee then, with six sugars. No milk.
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Post by Lucretia Black on Apr 17, 2011 8:59:42 GMT
*she shudders at the thought of having more sugar than coffee in a cup, but if it would brighten his mood ... not that there was much to brighten, even when sober and receiving a particularly valuable and rare handscript, Bernard always has a grouchy air around him.*
*gets up to fetch the tray when Tom rings the little bell and calls out their order*
"Thank you, yumm! Smells and looks delicious, as always."
*Lu levitates the tray back to their booth - full breakfast for two is too heavy to carry around.*
"Bon appetit, Mr Blotts! Tuck in!" she says after filling her plate with an unhealthy amount of scrambled eggs and black pudding.
*before attacking her food she has looked around and noticed the looks of the few customers, and almost starts to giggle*
It's hilarious, they all wonder why he is here with a normal woman.
*She isn't concerned about her reputation, nobody in their right mind would associate her in a romantic manner with Mr Blotts. Usually she is only careful not to be seen in public with her Mentor, Rodolphus Lestrange.*
"Do I get my books now?", she asks after wolfing down half of her serving, nudging Bernard in the ribs.
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Post by Bernard Blotts on Apr 17, 2011 11:21:28 GMT
*Bern gleefully slurps down his syrup-y thick coffee* Come to Papa! *Groans* Almost as good as whiskey. Almost, mind you.
*Scoops sausages, white pudding, bacon and eggs onto his plate*
Hell of a way to greet the morning, isn't it? Fried lumps of dead pig, tubes of dead pig, slices of offal and a chicken's period.
*Pauses, and grins* And it's fecking delicious!
*Begins to wolf down the food, and looks up at Lucretia with cheeks bulging with breakfast and narrow eyes*
Whadyoomeandyoogetcherbooxnuw?
*Swallows, and attempts that again*
The books are yours when I leave the pub and don't get footed with the bill for this! I know your type, woman! Pretend you're going to buy me breakfast after rudely waking me from my sleep, and then try to make me look presentable!
*Sighs*
Only after the one thing, aren't you ...
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Post by Lucretia Black on Apr 21, 2011 7:43:40 GMT
*shaking her head in disbelief she answers*
"How the heck can you be so negative!"
*she cleans her plate and washes everything down with a river of latte*
"Of course I am only after one thing: MY BOOKS!"
*Lu fumbles the bodice-ripper out of the bag and starts reading the back-jacket, the front plainly visible for everyone in the pub who is interested.*
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Post by Bernard Blotts on Apr 21, 2011 7:52:18 GMT
*Bern looks at her, blinking in disbelief, then holds his hand out to her, as if to shake it*
How can I be so negative ... ? I don't believe we've met, I'm Bernard Blotts - that's BLOTTS not Blotty - and I'm a reclusive wanker.
*Turns purple, and points his wand at her book, changing the cover so the swooning heroine is wearing clothing that looks like it will keep her warm, and the hero is now similarly wrapped up*
Don't. Read. That. Filth. In. My. Presence.
*Looks disgusted*
Bloody women ...
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Post by Ellie Waters on Apr 21, 2011 8:40:12 GMT
After seeing the "CLOSED" panel at the door of "Flourish & Blotts", Dinah and Ellie went, slightly disappointed, to the the Leaky Cauldron.
- I hope he's here, said Ellie. - Usually if he's not at the shop he can be found at any place to get alcohol."
She took Dinah's sleeve and dragged her into the pub.
"Ahhhh, see! There he is!, she blurted out and led her newfound friend across the room. - Hello, "Uncle" Bern!
Only then she realized Bernard Blotts wasn't alone.
-OOOOOpsi?!? Do we disturb?!?
Ellie sent a sweet and annoying smile to Bernard's companion: their Potions' teacher.
- Good Morning, Ms Black, she beamed, dragging Dinah in the booth with her.
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Post by Dinah Manning on Apr 21, 2011 17:25:03 GMT
*Dinah was not sure how to react after being forcibly seated next to a man who looked like a half-insane, half-lunatic squirrel and her potions teacher who both terrified and fascinated her. Ms Black terrified her, simply by being a potions teacher. Her fascination was caused by the professor's appearance; her clothes had the effect of equating sexiness with efficiency*
*Whispers to Ellie*
Why are we sitting here with Ms. Black and Mr. Squirrel? Where is the rockstar you were talking about?
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