diagon alley` [BUGGER & DISASTER]
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				Title: <strong>diagon alley` [BUGGER &amp; DISASTER]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>polaroids</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 03:36:35</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://3.media.tumblr.com/idYSIsJErl9af1elv3D19RmPo1_500.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 2.65em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>diagon alley`<br></strong></span><br><strong><span style="font-size: 2em;" class="bbc_size">♫</span></strong> (http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf?config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_regular.xml&amp;mywidth=195&amp;myheight=190&amp;playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D68047562%26t%3D1249263243&amp;wid=os)<br><br><em>order</em><br>James Potter<br>Sirius Black<br>Lily Evans<br>Remus Lupin<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: diagon alley` [BUGGER &amp; DISASTER]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>polaroids</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 05:21:26</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78wgd5ujqrc/Sbj7OaQ8fdI/AAAAAAAABNU/A3G1h43wtC4/s400/ColeMohrITVogueHommes2.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">I've got the <em>brightest</em> star you'll ever find</span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Even the sun is jealous of the way you <span class="bbc_u">shine</span></span><br></span><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><strong>We are the constellations in the sky<br></strong></span></span><br>----<br></div><br>James Potter was almost certain that he shouldn't have left the house without an umbrella tucked neatly under one arm.&nbsp; His reasoning was due to the fact that at that exact moment it was <del>raining</del> <del>pouring</del> fucking pissin' it outside.<br>Normally, James was quite indifferent to England's gloomy weather.&nbsp; Having spent the entirety of his life in the United Kingdom, he'd grown accustomed to overcast skies and almost daily drizzles.&nbsp; However, today was different because today was the first time it had rained since he'd returned from vacation.&nbsp; In the Virgin Islands.&nbsp; Where it was warm, and even <em>sunny</em>.<br><br>The edges of his mouth pulled downwards to form a frown as he continued to glower through the front window of <em>Quality Quidditch Supplies</em>.&nbsp; His hair was sopping wet, clinging to his forehead and the back of his neck.&nbsp; Droplets slowly slid down his face to the tip of his nose or chin, dangling for a few seconds before plummeting to the maroon carpet that lined the floor.&nbsp; His clothing was in a similar state--the mismatched articles clinging tightly to his lean frame.&nbsp; He'd just spent several hours desperately trying to figure out London's public transportation system, receiving odd looks all throughout his journey because of his lack of knowledge in muggle fashion sense. <br><br>Now, the logical solution to James' problem should be quite simple!<br><em>Magic</em>.&nbsp; He is a <span class="bbc_u">wizard</span>, after all.<br><br>Well, that was exactly what had flickered through James' mind as he frantically yanked his wand out of his jean pocket (and that was <em>not</em> a sexual innuendo).&nbsp; Just as he was about to mutter the incantation he learned several years prior, it dawned on him that the <em>saddest</em> part of today was that even though he was perfectly capable of drying himself off with a simple flick of the wrist--he couldn't.&nbsp; By law.&nbsp; He was still underage.<br><br>Fuckin' aye.<br><br>Perhaps this was why he still gripped his wand tightly in one hand.&nbsp; Either that, or he was contemplating whether or not to stab one of the cheery girls to his left.&nbsp; It seemed that the shopkeeper had sensed James' unusual hostility from across the store, and quickly zig-zagged her way through the aisles of broomsticks towards him.&nbsp; "If you're not going to buy anything," she growled, motioning towards the shelves, "you should probably <em>leave</em>."&nbsp; Clearly, she was quite disgruntled by the fact that this young boy was dripping all over the <em>Quidditch Through the Ages</em> display.&nbsp; <br><br>James (who was most certainly not in the mood to be nagged at) merely cast the woman a quick sideglance before pocketing his wand.&nbsp; Teeth carefully had begun to chew on the inside of his lip as hazel eyes swept over several shelves and barrels.&nbsp; When he spotted what he was searching for, he quickly stepped around the tiny female and made sure he left a trail of muddy water while striding towards the shelf.&nbsp; In a single swift, almost elegant movement of his arm he'd plucked a tiny plush snitch from between a used Quaffle and poster of The Chudley Canons.&nbsp; "In that case, I'll be taking one of these."&nbsp; His eyebrows rose slightly while he held the object out towards her, the tiny tag that dangled from one of the wings flashing 'SALE: 3 knuts' in bright red letters.<br><br>The woman flinched just before snatching the item out of his grasp, muttering something darkly under her breath while beginning her trek back towards the register.&nbsp; In the meantime, James allowed himself a triumphant grin, quickly wringing out his shirt once the woman's back was turned and making sure that every drop was soaked up by the carpet.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: diagon alley` [BUGGER &amp; DISASTER]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChasingInfinity</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 08:29:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size"><br>(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3622/3302756607_ca2590efd4.jpg)<br><br>I am tired, I am weary<br>I could sleep for a thousand years<br>A thousand dreams that would awake me<br>Different colors made of tears<br></span><br>----</div><br><br>After deserting his family and childhood home, Sirius had happily passed much of the summer on a cot at the Potter residence, sifting through James’s collection of quidditch paraphernalia and discussing the bright potential promised by their sixth year at Hogwarts. But about a month before the start of classes, Sirius had thanked his gracious hosts, stuffed everything back into his trunk, and set off again—for adventure, for <del>sex</del> love, for self-discovery. He found some things and not others, but had returned to London with his belongings strapped to the back of his motorcycle. He parked conspicuously in front of a muggle shop, and tapped his wand against the Diagon Alley entrance to make his before-school purchases.<br><br>Unlike James, Sirius had mastered the art of muggle attire—a fact that would have severely shamed his parents had they known. He splashed through the streets with an umbrella propped against his shoulder, dressed in a worn leather jacket and faded jeans with frayed cuffs. Every footstep dashed cold water against his legs and he contemplated the store windows for a suitable reprieve from the miserable weather.<br><br>A particularly diligent Hogwarts owl had tracked him down a week ago in Dublin, swooping through the cramped hostel-room window to deliver his book list for the coming semester. His OWLs had been sufficient to maintain him on the course towards becoming an auror—a profession that, at the age of sixteen, seemed perfect to Sirius. It seemed to promise boundless action and exploration, all while hunting down wizarding lowlifes. Though perhaps he would take a few years off before pursuing such a goal. It was difficult to imagine being confined by any occupation and its regulations. <br><br>As he proceeded down the crowded lane, Sirius hardly bothered to look at Quality Quidditch Supplies. Of course, he enjoyed watching the sport, attended all of the matches at Hogwarts, and even owned a supportive banner or two, but Sirius had never been much of a Quidditch player himself. At the end of the day, he could never get fully excited about sitting on the back of a broomstick, chasing a ball. However, even as his gaze swept briefly over the window display, he caught the unmistakable silhouette of one James Potter.<br><br>Though James’s back was turned, Sirius could see the thin cascade of water wrung from his shirt, seeping into the thick carpet at his feet. With a low chuckle, Sirius pushed his shoulder against the door and darted inside. He shut his umbrella; the tines closed with a sharp snap and spattered raindrops onto the carpet and counter. He received a harsh and disapproving look from the sour woman at the register. With a shrug, Sirius propped the umbrella against his door, eyeing the plush snitch as she returned it to James.<br><br>“What’s the matter, Prongs?” Sirius leaned against the sales counter with a facetious smirk, “Needed something to cuddle and keep you warm at night?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: diagon alley` [BUGGER &amp; DISASTER]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>vaudeville</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 02:09:43</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i28.tinypic.com/dr8awj.jpg)<br>(http://i26.tinypic.com/whfgup.png)<br><br>She had lived in England for all sixteen years of her life, and yet the weather never ceased to surprise and amaze one Lily Evans. Not but an hour ago had she been ambling through Hyde Park. The day hadn't exactly been <em>nice</em> per se, but had been quite pleasant enough. As well as being excited to go back to Hogwarts for another year, Lily was always very happy to spend a week in London before the start of school every year. She'd wandered through the gardens for a while, just enjoying the day before going to Diagon Alley. In true muggle style, Lily had caught the underground up to Leicester Square and had began the walk to the Leaky Cauldron. On the way, she'd come across a couple of used book stores, and she'd just <em>had</em> to take a look of course. Lily spent the best part of half an hour browsing, though she didn't even pay attention to the time.<br><br>As she began the short walk upto the Leaky Cauldron, Lily sighed slightly as she felt a couple of droplets of rain. Looking up, she grimaced at the sky, which was now rather black and streaked with lightning. Trying to guard a rather battered copy of Persuasion - one of Lily's most favourite books - she began to run towards the Leaky Cauldron, in hopes that the weather would magically be better in Diagon Alley. She'd never been very interested in fashion, but Lily always liked to look nice when she visited London. However, as she ran through the street in a faded denim skirt and white sneakers, she knew her white top had definitely been a mistake. Cursing her own stupidity and forgetfulness for the lack of an umbrella, Lily sighed with relief as she finally reached the pub.<br><br>Well, one would have expected that the Wizarding World could afford to do something about this terrible London weather... but apparrently not. As the entrance into Diagon Alley was revealed to her, Lily realised that yes: it was still raining. Hurrying towards the first store she saw, Lily was slightly disappointed that it was <em>Quality Quidditch Supplies</em>. Reaching the awning, Lily glanced at her reflection in the window. Her dark red hair was even darker now that it was wet and stuck to her scalp. It was then that she seemed to look past her reflection and discovered with a start just who was in the store she'd chosen at random to take cover in. Groaning inwardly, Lily contemplated which was worse: being around James and Sirius or standing out in the rain and dying of pneumonia. That was a tough one.<br><br>Finally deciding to enter the small store, she took a deep breath. She could tell that getting through this little episode would take all of the strength she had. As she walked through the door, Lily pulled her coat over her see-through shirt as best she could. Standing stiffly just inside the doorway, Lily regarded the two boys before her. "Black. Potter." She said, a little uncomfortably, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She couldn't see Remus anywhere around here, which was quite unfortunate. At least she could carry on a decent conversation with him - a fellow prefect. But no matter. Lily just let her words hang in the air. This silence was nice, but it was bound to be broken sooner or later.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: diagon alley` [BUGGER &amp; DISASTER]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>polaroids</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 06:01:26</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_78wgd5ujqrc/Sbj7OaQ8fdI/AAAAAAAABNU/A3G1h43wtC4/s400/ColeMohrITVogueHommes2.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">I've got the <em>brightest</em> star you'll ever find</span></span><br><span style="font-size: 1.35em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Even the sun is jealous of the way you <span class="bbc_u">shine</span></span><br></span><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><strong>We are the constellations in the sky<br></strong></span></span><br>----<br><br><strong>Note; We're going one more round before Remus enters since it seems to make more <br>sense to the roleplay's flow.&nbsp; And <em>Barding</em> hasn't completed his profile yet.</strong><br></div><br>Perhaps the universe had felt James Potter had enough horrid luck for one day.&nbsp; Maybe this was just a sign that there were more bad things to come.&nbsp; Either way, the boy couldn't help but allow the edges of his mouth to twitch and tug until they managed to peel back and form his signature smile.&nbsp; "Actually, Padfoot...I was buying it for you.&nbsp; A gift, you know."&nbsp; He turned his attention back towards the shopkeeper momentarily, rapping his knuckles lightly against the counter's surface.&nbsp; "I'd like a bag, please."&nbsp; As soon as the object was dropped into the paper satchel, James plucked it off the counter and held it out towards Sirius.&nbsp; "I know how lonely you get at night, so I thought this would cheer you up.&nbsp; See, there's hardly enough room in <em>my</em> bed for anything else besides me and--"<br><br>He was cut off quite abruptly as another familiar voice reached his ears, leaving his mouth hanging open in mid-sentence.&nbsp; His body shifted in the direction of the latest addition to the reunion, and for a moment, his eyes seemed to glaze over.&nbsp; How the hell did he not notice that <em>Lily-fuckin'-Evans</em> had just sauntered on into the store?&nbsp; She had flaming red hair that people could mistake for a bloody fire.&nbsp; Most of the time he was able to catch her out of the corner of his eyes, even from a distance.<br><br>It didn't take long for him to regain his composure, his dazed expression quickly returning back to his infamous smirk.&nbsp; One hand had already shot up to the back of his head, fingers running through the strands of sopping hair in hopes of forcing them to stick up in all directions.&nbsp; "Evans!"&nbsp; He all but sang out.&nbsp; "What a wonderful surprise!&nbsp; Indulge me--is there any particular reason you've decided to grace us with your presence?"&nbsp; As he spoke he took a step or two towards her, hands sliding into his pockets.&nbsp; "I never took you as much of a Quidditch fanatic, so I'll just assume you were drawn into the store due to the combination of me and my comrade's immense amount of charm and beauty?"&nbsp; A hand waved towards Sirius lazily before returning to his jean pocket.&nbsp; "It's alright, you can admit it.&nbsp; Sometimes when we're together girls just can't help but throw themselves at our feet.&nbsp; It just becomes too much for them to handle."&nbsp; Just as he was finishing his Shakespearian-length monologue (he did enjoy hearing himself talk), he found his gaze wandering from Lily's face towards her own soaked clothing.&nbsp; Eyebrows immediately rose and he found it difficult to suppress a chuckle which quickly gave away just what he was looking at, and probably what he was thinking.<br><br>"Oh dear, you're all wet."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: diagon alley` [BUGGER &amp; DISASTER]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>shadowspale</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 21:21:40</strong>
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				I take it this game is no longer open?
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