http://pureandstrange.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] pureandstrange.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-06-24 07:55 pm

what if

Who: Ilde Decima and Rodolphus Lestrange
What: Ilde wishes to bestow a priceless artifact upon Rodolphus.
Where: Queequeg's
When: TODAY, RIGHT NOW
Notes: if you don't like tentacles u a scrub
Warnings: ... tentacles, or rather, just one tentacle, a very small one (I presume)
While prior to his arrival in Baedal, such activities as 'going out for coffee/tea' or indeed anything other than 'running around hiding and killing people indiscriminately' had not played a large part in Rodolphus Lestrange's life. Even after he has for the most part become accustomed to life in this city, there are not many conventional leisure pursuits for someone like him. He reads a great deal, explores what he could, and lives frugally from job to job. His natural disconnect makes it difficult to find suitable employment, but he sees no reason to seek a more permanent vocation — yet. The city unsettles him, as does this world's propensity to neutralize his magical powers depending on where he was.

This, then, is a novelty, not only in activity, but the setting, as well as the other participant. He has been past and heard about Queequeg's but had never entered the premises before; the last time he 'socialized' with a significantly younger person or people was, in fact, the sea trip, and before that, the battle at Hogwarts. He remembers Ilde and Balthier best, but did not see fit to seek them out afterward.

... he doesn't expect anything sinister to happen, even with Ilde's ominous query regarding the fae.
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[personal profile] rhinemaid 2011-06-25 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Only after having already bought the tie pin (it comes in a small green box with the name of the store discreetly across one side of the lid) did it occur to Ilde that she hasn't seen him since the trip and doesn't know where he lives or how to contact him besides through the network; she still doesn't know either of these things, but at least her flippant network inquiry smoked him out into the open. Or into a coffee shop, which is close enough and will do.

She arrives shortly after he does, orders decaf (Rodolphus can be spared witnessing a naiad on a caffeine buzz) and joins him on the deck with her sunglasses in the same hand as the modestly sized green box.

"Hello." It seems polite.