Post by Thomas Lucre on Jun 17, 2008 3:03:29 GMT -5
Things seemed to be happening so fast in Drakborough. He was just about to let that adlepated twit Genero lose his case against the taller and baleful man after addressing him as 'Mrs. Forbes.' Man, that killed Lucre. He actually found himself slapping his hand against his forehead in disbelief.
Braced for the ban-hammer of justice to fall on Genero's head, Lucre was ready to take the twins out for lunch and call it a day. However, a harsh reprimand did not come from the Chief Auror, nor did Lucre get to chase a cute pair of twins through the girls' dorm at the school. No, a rather powerful, beautiful (and somewhat frightening), and familiar figure came slinking along to the group with a look that denoted little or no surprise as to what was unfolding. Wearing casual muggle clothes that complimented her lithe and sensual form a little too nicely, his 'momma' came and escorted him from the scene by the ear, as if he were some impish child that had broken a lamp of hers. The last thing he saw this lady as was a mother figure, though he did recognize her from a brief encounter a while back.
It was hard not to pick out that sexy chouffer's hat from a crowd.
In any case, here Lucre was, now apparated in the forest of Fenrir. Yes of course, if one wants to avoid humans willing to turn you in, just hide out in the very place neither they nor yourself want to be. Just a little slice of perfect.
Speaking of which, the beautiful creature whom had apparently abducted him was still with him. Maybe she had an explanation to go with it.
"So then, I have a new mother now? I know my dad's a fiend, but I hardly remember him picking you up." he jeered, still unable to kick his old charm to the curbside.
Braced for the ban-hammer of justice to fall on Genero's head, Lucre was ready to take the twins out for lunch and call it a day. However, a harsh reprimand did not come from the Chief Auror, nor did Lucre get to chase a cute pair of twins through the girls' dorm at the school. No, a rather powerful, beautiful (and somewhat frightening), and familiar figure came slinking along to the group with a look that denoted little or no surprise as to what was unfolding. Wearing casual muggle clothes that complimented her lithe and sensual form a little too nicely, his 'momma' came and escorted him from the scene by the ear, as if he were some impish child that had broken a lamp of hers. The last thing he saw this lady as was a mother figure, though he did recognize her from a brief encounter a while back.
It was hard not to pick out that sexy chouffer's hat from a crowd.
In any case, here Lucre was, now apparated in the forest of Fenrir. Yes of course, if one wants to avoid humans willing to turn you in, just hide out in the very place neither they nor yourself want to be. Just a little slice of perfect.
Speaking of which, the beautiful creature whom had apparently abducted him was still with him. Maybe she had an explanation to go with it.
"So then, I have a new mother now? I know my dad's a fiend, but I hardly remember him picking you up." he jeered, still unable to kick his old charm to the curbside.