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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.

Comments

[sunburnthair.livejournal.com]

[Just about any hug he gets that isn't his mother is awkward, but he manages not to stiffen too much and politely squeezes her shoulders.]

Likewise. It seems the City hasn't been too bad on you, if you have your own place already and everything.

[curses]

[She smirks.] It wasn't exactly a smooth transition, but I've managed to gain some valuable connections.

[She steps back, keeping her hands on his shoulders as she looked him up and down.] You look healthy enough. Do you need more Muggle money? Merlin knows I had trouble adjusting to the meager stipend the damn Porter gives us.

[sunburnthair.livejournal.com]

Did you find work?

[Please don't say you killed some rich muggle or something, please.

Her scrutiny makes him shift a bit in discomfort, but he manages to shrug nonchalantly at her assessment.]

I'm not starving--yet. The amount we're being given doesn't pay for much, shockingly. Unless I wanted to switch to a diet of fast food hamburgers.

[curses]

You can put it that way. [Definitely illegal and immoral work.]

[Her nose wrinkles.] Don't do that; your mother will kill me. I'll send you more money.

[Merlin, taking care of people is hard work!! I mean worrying about them and having to watch out for their well-being god.]

[sunburnthair.livejournal.com]

[Might not be a good idea to be in the debt of a woman like his aunt when he didn't even know what wrong-doing shenanigans she could have been up to since being here, but . . . money.]

And me as well. But a couple hundred a week should suffice, if that's all right.

[curses]

It is. Now where should we begin? [She places a hand on his arm almost unconsciously, ready to steer him in the decided direction.]