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[baedalites]

Who: EVERYONE.
What: Swap meet.
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Sukkardi the 14th of Haneden
Notes:

• Swap Meet Spreadsheet: Pre-chosen swaps are green. Assigned are blue. There were a few characters that were selected more than once, so objects were assigned on a first-come first-serve basis. If you have any issues or concerns, please do not hesitate to contact the mod team.
• For objects that might not be immediately apparent as belonging to their owners, there may be a picture or name attached, or players are welcome to have their characters ~just know~ it's for them. Drr drr drr, bb.
• Party post nights are a great time to come join the chatroom.
• The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread.

Warnings: None yet. Please put warnings up on individual threads.

The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap.

Comments

[leviohhhhsa]

She bristles at the mention of Draco, standing up even straighter with her chin lifted even higher, lofty and haughty- and then has to deflate slightly when she sees what he's holding.

Two things. One: the gods are cruel. Two: what is that?

Her eyes are glinting, but with worry, not excitement. She'd rather like to point out that the last time he gave anybody a book she ended up Petrified- but silly snarking suddenly seems like a bad idea. She just wants to go. Immediately.

That book doesn't look like something she wants.

"A book like what," she says, too flatly for a question mark, suspicion making her businesslike.

[amourpropre]

"A book of dark magic," Lucius says, dragging a few steps closer if only in a way to command the space they share. He is a relatively tall man, even if casting a shadow over twelve-year-olds is significantly easier than doing the same to someone of Hermione's age. "I shouldn't want to deny you its contents, of course; I'm an advocate of education."

The book is held out between them, balanced on his palm.

It's the kind of thing he might, admittedly, keep for himself, but he's contented himself with a brisk page through, not exactly lacking in this department.