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Post by JAYMES LOGAN BALZAC on Feb 4, 2015 7:31:49 GMT
Jay had just sold some archaic wizarding items to an old woman he only knew as Mrs. Lolly. He always loved selling her items from his stock because she always gave him more than galleons during the exchange. She always have him baked goods to last him a month and now that he was an outcast in the wizarding world she always gave him wizard papers such as the Daily Prophet from her piles in her hoarder like home.
Jay was carrying a bag full of homemade pumpkin pasties and cauldron cakes in one hand. In the other was a handful of Daily Prophets and a few useless Quibblers he’d probably throwaway now that he didn’t have to worry about offending Mrs. Lolly. He was passing through a local park as he left her house. Jay was itching to find out what had been going on with his favorite Quidditch teams so he couldn’t resist sitting on an open bench.
He sat down and took out the latest paper. He eagerly turned it to the sports section to read up on Quidditch. Luckily, for him it was the Quidditch ranking edition where all the games from the season were listed with commentary from retired Quidditch stars. He scanned the page until he came to the scores for the Falmouth Falcons. He began to groan as he saw some of the game scores. Jay couldn’t resist talking to himself the same way men yell at the tv when they are watching sports. ”We lost to the Chudley Cannons? Are you fucking kidding me?!! They suck! My grandmother could play Quidditch better than those idiots… how could we lose to that?!” Jay didn’t care to look to see if anyone was listening to his rant… none of these muggles passing by would have any idea what he was talking about. As long as he covered any of the moving photos he figured he’d be golden from unwanted attention.
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Post by ALASTAIR HAMISH BOGGSWORTH on Feb 6, 2015 1:15:29 GMT
Technically Alastair never needed to take his dogs on walks. He had a large multi-acre yard with a fence that his dogs didn't even try to get past. However what his amazing yard was actually missing was a surplus of people and animals and other stimuli to teach his dogs to resist. Though they were already well trained and he didn't need to continue the weekly trips into London just to run through a park, he felt it was good to keep up their training so it never faltered. One never knew when they'd need a well trained canine.
So, here he was unloading his three dogs out of his car with their thick padded harnesses on, all connected to his hand with leads. None of them were pulling or struggling or making any move to try and get away from him. Which was always a good thing in his opinion. As the man made his way into the local park with his well behaved dogs he heard a familiar voice shouting out for everyone to hear him. A grimace pulled at the older hunter's face as he turned and saw Jaymes sitting on a park bench. Yelling things about quidditch.
Alastair was over to the man's side with very little time to spare, his three dogs bristling very slightly at their master's annoyance. "Sorry, but remind me if I'm mistaken. When we're supposed to be keeping our knowledge of them a secret... would it really make sense to ranting about sports where anyone can hear?"
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Post by JAYMES LOGAN BALZAC on Feb 8, 2015 6:03:27 GMT
As Jay was angrily eyeing the paper he soon realized some man was hovering beside him. At first he tried to ignore the man hoping he’d just go away. He had nosy people all up in his grill. Hadn’t people heard of personal space? Geeze. Jay pulled the paper closer to himself as he continued to wait for the man to scurry off on his way. But he didn’t leave. In fact he spoke to Jay. The man was asking him about the law of secrecy when it came to the existence of wizards.
Jay’s eyes moved from his Daily Prophet and up to veer at the man hovering over him. He glared for a minute. But then a memory came back. This man’s face was familiar … he’d met him once before… but where… ”I’ve seen you before” Maybe in Diagon Alley … years ago? ”Football doesn’t need to be kept a secret” He said a bit awkwardly trying to cover his tracks incase this guy was some crazy muggle trying to trick him in to admitting the existence of his kinfolk for the wrong reasons. ”Have you heard of the Chudley Canons? … They’re an American team…” He said fumbling over his words hoping this guy would prove he was a wizard so he wouldn’t have to keep up with his lies.
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Post by ALASTAIR HAMISH BOGGSWORTH on Feb 11, 2015 18:37:59 GMT
Alastair raised an eyebrow at the man's glare. Not really caring about the fact he might be poking a wizard without a stick. After all if the man was stupid enough to be spouting off about a frankly terrible team in public, he probably wasn't bright enough to see Alastair for the muggle he was. Even if he was an armed muggle at that. "I'm sorry but last I checked they were still in the British and Irish league." There was a pause before the muggle man whistled sharply. His dogs sat down obediently. "A terrible one at that."
The supposed detective flicked his attention to the newspaper with the purpose of drawing attention to the fact the moving pictures were visible. "You should know better than to read that sort of thing in public." His words were purposeful as he looked over at the idiot wizard. Or at least the idiot that knew about the world on the edge of theirs. Nothing was more dangerous than an idiot with a bit of knowledge.
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