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[hexappeal]

WHO: A bunch of magic lamers.
WHERE: Dunwich, Massachusetts.
WHEN: Friday, September 2nd through Sunday, September 4th.
WARNINGS: TBA. There's bound to be something.
SUMMARY: Herp derp.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like!


Let's get it on.

■ Friday, September 2nd.
■ Saturday, September 3rd.
■ Sunday, September 4th.

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[sunburnthair.livejournal.com]

[After wandering again with more peace than the day before, he seeks out Snape again. When he spots him he seems to be chumming it up with some sort of imp or something. Thinking the obvious thing he says as he approaches:]

Oh? When did you get an imp, Snape? Is there some sort of booth?

[maggotbone]

[She's glaring at the boy, eyes glowing at his comment]

Excuse me?

[onewrongword]

[Oh the look that Draco is getting right now, seriously.]

Ah, of course you'd come by now. Draco Malfoy, Miss Maggotbone. Draco, mind your tongue. You'll have to excuse him, he's very recently arrived and has not yet learned how to work with others outside his own world yet.

Draco's what we call a pureblood - a wizard who can trace his lineage back across several generations of magical folk.

[Callie is free to apply whatever she likes to that information; after all, the subtext of snobbery-- and Draco's fine example of it--is right there, Snape doesn't even need to attempt to infer it.]

[sunburnthair.livejournal.com]

[The glowing eyes made his aloof exterior immediately crack with fear as he takes a couple steps back, arm going up defensively.]

I'm sorry, but who exactly is "Miss Maggotbone"?

[Because asking Snape instead of her is any less rude.]

[maggotbone]

[Now she's properly annoyed]

Hey. Idiot. I'm Ms. Maggotbone. Call me anything else and I will pull your intestines out and wring your neck with them.

[When her demonic voice pitches in her eyes are glowing, and she seems to relax immediately afterwords. She clears her throat.]

Just so we're clear.

[She's smiling now. Yes, you should feel uneasy]

[onewrongword]

[WHOA. Even Snape has to double-take at that one; once she settles into sweetness, he looks briefly at Draco with a mind your tongue I don't want to have to start a duel here look.]

Miss Maggotbone heads the DOI. The Department of Integration. The people who are helping imPorts get situated. People like you.

[Remember that 'we're at the mercy of the government' discussion that first day, Draco? Don't make the government angry. It has a succubus on staff who gets testy.]