Absit Omen RPG

Hi there!

First of all, I'm so so so sorry of being away for so long...

But I'm trying to coming back, again, this time for REAL, I hope (and I think now my writer's block is gone, let's see). SOOOO, I wanted to ask you...

Is anyone still interested in this plot?

I need to know it so we can try to figure out how to make it really work or... just move on with other things xD

Her heart would explode in her chest, and still she tried to be strong enough to not letting her shaking hands drop anything. She didn't want to cause any damage. She didn't want to do anything bad. But she did. And was just doing again, breaking rules, and probably trusts if Healer Thorpe, Greenburg or even Foley ever find out she was there. Ok, no one never really said she wasn't supposed to be there alone, sneaking quietly in the middle of the night, without asking permission to anyone. But Una knew perfectly how wrong she was - and she didn't even know what exactly she was looking for in there.

That was the same lab where she and Viv worked together once[1], and obviously many other Healers and Medwizards worked there as well after them, so it wasn't a perfect place to reconstitute a scene. Una would have done better with a Pensieve, but pull memories out of her head was something she never ever wanted to do. It seemed to her as hurtful as some Muggle's medieval procedures to "heal" the brain. No, she would be able to find something in the middle of bottles and vials and cauldrons and tools. Nothing there was new for her, and she could find that all at home or at the Ministry, but that place was special. Cillian mentioned Mungo's labs in his visions, right before Sidney got sick. And then another person. And another. For Una it was clear she started that, and if there was a lab involved, that was the place.

Oh, she just longed for an Epiphany.

At first she stood in there just trying to remember everything, too frightened with the idea of being there without permission to make any move. Then she searched for the ingredients she used that day, putting everything in front of her, trying to figure something out. Olibanum, sunflower, everything so harmless, so... innocent. No, she was wrong, or Cillian was wrong. That hasn't started there. She has been working with more suspicious ingredients out of there. But nothing, absolutely nothing could have that kind of drawback, especially when it didn't affect her directly, but other people. Her health was perfect. Sid's health wasn't. How unfair that was?

The more she tried to think about it, find answers, find something, the more confused she get. And it was all painful, for she was certain it was her fault.

Sighing, refusing to cry once again, Una started to put everything in their right places with her trembling hands. Carefully, carefully, she could just end up that and go with her doubts still shadowing her mind, right? Carefully so she could not drop...

CRASH!

Both her hands covered her face immediately, so scared, so ashamed of seeing all those glass and sunflower petals all over the floor. But she hasn't dropped that just because of her trembling hands. The door had opened suddenly,  scaring her to death and causing that to happen. Now she couldn't hide any more than she was already doing with her hands. Her blue wet eyes rose slowly to the woman who opened the door. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so s-s-so sorry! Ich... I... I can explain..." She managed to say, shaking her head, still a little in shock.

1.	[August 9th] Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble

Yeeey, thanks a lot, sweet people <3
Let's go by parts:

~Erika: Corey and Lola are already friends, of course they could just hang out or sit and talk about the task, the TWT, family, France etc. xD Anytime! I don't know exactly how's Cici about Corey, because she was kinda platonically in love with him, no? Lola can be sensing it, and with this whole arranged marriage thing she can try to find out if there's any chance of Corey correspond this so she can arrange Cici with him to try to break her free >> lol, *I* know this probably won't work, but she can try this with good intentions, no? Anyway, tell me your ideas!

~Ariel: I think Joy would be a great company for Una now! She's not at her best right now because of the whole Magical Epidemic thing, she's feeling guilty and all, that's why it would be good to have someone to talk to. They can perfectly meet at the tea room anytime you want

As for the girls hanging out, we just have to confirm with Alisha about Cécile, but Lola will be there for Zoe for sure. I'm gonna PM you later about this.

~Josh: I'm gonna think about something for Josh/Lola As for Sam/Alethea, I would love to have some Aurors around causing huge disasters so she can be mad at them, lol xD I was talking about it with Sparky, we can try to do something

~Aero: I say YES for both. I don't know exactly how Fyetka and Lola could get together again, but it would be awesome if they could interact more. Plus, she can always puke on him to give him a déjà vu, I wouldn't mind xD (lol, kidding)

I would like it very much to see Lola with someone of the Aristocracy, with or without drama... but ok, I admit it, with drama everything is better, lol Lola knows about her origins but it's aaaall complicated as you (and Demetria) might know. She could try to help her through this, or at least be someone who can understand perfectly. We can discuss it all via PM, but I'm excited already!

Hi people!

I've been working like crazy, so it’s been a while  . I wasn't able to keep up with everything so I'm pretty sure I've missed a lot of things here, PLUS my muse has been a little lazy lately.


If you don't know me or if you need a little reminder about my characters, right below I listed everything there is to know about them, so please be kind: is there any chance that one of your characters knows any of them? Maybe they work together, or study/studied together, or they can meet in a place that is common for both. I don't know. I need ideas, I need plots, I need you to come back to the game!

So I'm here humbly asking you to take a look at these three pretty ladies who are obviously trying to seduce you (lol, sorry, I'm on a good mood today and excited to come back!):

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Una works at the Department of Mysteries. The German girl is shy, insecure, but she loves to help and feel useful. Unfortunately her past/background is pretty closed, so it's easier to know her after she started at the DoM. Alchemist, nature lover, she's more concerned about the general well-being, health, brewing medicines. Of course, she thinks a lot about herself too, and she's constantly hiding her right arm in a glove because of the scars she carries since childhood, she never knew exactly how she got them, and for some reason she was never able to cure them, though she's still trying. Muggleborn, but not everyone knows this 'cause she's adopted, and she absolutely loves her adoptive father. Unfamiliar with Muggle things in general, she's starting to understand how those things work now that she's dating Sidney Dervish. Nowadays she's probably *living* at St. Mungo's because of his illness, she still doesn't know exactly what caused it but she's pretty sure it was her fault - it could be that potion she was working on, the one to try to cure Lycanthropy...

Related plots:
~ Magical Epidemic
~ Moonlight Potion

She's open to:
~ Friends
~ Coworkers
~ Enemies and general headaches
~ Collaborate and collaborators

Who?
~ DoM employees and related
~ Healers and people related to St. Mungo's
~ Potioneers
~ Criminals related to Potions and Alchemy
~ Werewolves
~ Etc.

Where?
~ DoM
~ St. Mungo's
~ Apothecaries
~ Etc.

When?
~ Anytime in the present timeline

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Alethea is a good hearted woman who works for a long long time at the MoM and passed through a lot of things. Two wars, for example. Not that she suffered a lot on the first rise of Lord Voldemort; her parents were Death Eaters, so she was pretty safe - but unhappy with the whole thing. Strong tempered, at first she stood against the insane ideas of her parents for mere childish revolt. When war was over and she was in Hogwarts, that grew into a strong sense of equality and liberty. Hufflepuff alumni, she's obviously loyal, but also a party girl who doesn't know much about certain kinds of limits. She learned to love Muggles and actually lived between them for some time, including the second war, when, extraordinarily, she worked with the Muggle Ministry. She keeps a secret lover from that time, but she's not one to commit. In fact, she's more like a lone wolf though she loves to have people around. Absolutely responsible and competent at work - keeping safe boundaries between the Wizarding World and the Muggle World by lying and controlling information - it is the only thing capable of making her absolutely serious. Flirty, likes fashion and Muggle technology.

She's not really involved with a plot right now and I haven't written much about her yet. So she's full of possibilities.

She's open to:
~ Friends
~ Coworkers
~ Old mates
~ Flirts
~ Enemies
~ Headache and death threats

Who?
~ DoMAaC employees and related
~ Muggle Affairs employees and related
~ MoM in general
~ Purists
~ Muggles
~ Criminals
~ Hogwarts alumni, class of 1988 or anyone who could be there by this time
~ Etc.

Where?
~ MoM
~ Muggle London
~ Diagon Alley
~ Anywhere, just give her a reason (it doesn't even have to be a good one, lol)

When?
~ Anytime you want

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Élodie is a young French girl who absolutely loves ballet. She's pretty active, lively, always in a great mood and willing to please everyone around her, though she wouldn't admit it. She and her beloved sister, Cécile Fontaine, suffer since childhood for having an overbearing Pureblood family, even though they both are Halfblood... secretly, off course. Manon, their mother and worst nightmare, keeps the whole history about their births safe with her dramas and fake illnesses. She condemned Cécile with an arranged marriage and Élodie with the need of being a prima ballerina assoluta, though with or without her mother, Lola craves and fights for this as well. But right now, with the TWT opportunity, both sisters are fighting to win and get their freedom. Lola seems to be beautiful, elegant and pleasant without effort, though it all is a daily concern for her along with her ballet trainings. When it comes to study she's easily distracted and lazy, lucky her to have that mirror pendant in which she can communicate with her sister! Practical classes, sports and arts are her things, and she's open and friendly with pretty much everyone. Just don't stand in her way. She's not a fool and will fight (or fight back) in any kind of competition.

She's another character I need DESPERATELY to write and develop more, so she's open to many ideas and possibilities (I mean pleeeeeeeeaaaase, I need plots for her *puppy eyes*)

She's open to:
~ Friends
~ Flirts
~ Enemies
~ Friends
~ Classes
~ Parties
~ Problems
~ Friends
~ Romance
~ Drama
~ Action
~ Suspense
~ Comedy
~ Ok, I'll stop now
~ Did I mention friends?

Who?
~ Students
~ Professors
~ Anyway, the whole Hogwarts crew right now. Your character is there? Great. She's there too. And she just smiled and waved at your character
~ Hogsmeade employees and related

Where?
~ Hogwarts
~ Hogsmeade
~ Beauxbatons (Pensieve, why not)
~ France (Pensieve, why not)

When?
~ Except for a breakfast she's having with Cécile and that brief moment when she put her name on the Goblet, she's free

That's it, my loves! Thanks for your time and attention and I'm really looking forward to coming back with some threads soon. I MISS AO <3

Player Name: Myara
Which Character(s) do you want to compete as a Champion?: Élodie Fontaine (Beauxbatons)

Her eyes went straight to the point where his hand pressed her arm, unharming, but strong enough to make her stop. Annoying enough to make her cheeks flush brightly with anger. Her father had never grabbed her arm. Abigail had never grabbed her arm. Not even Septima had ever grabbed her arm. And Una had always been used to literally running away from stressful situations, not a good habit, but one all her family could respect. Why Sid couldn’t? She didn’t even considered the possibilities involving that act before hating it.

"Wait... please... Let me explain... I..."

“No! Keep your words to yourself! Keep your history and ring and fiancé to yourself!” She stated annoyed, pulling her arm from his grip stronger than needed – he released her suddenly – causing her to unbalance, almost fall. Now she really wanted to run away, disappear; never look into his eyes again. She wasn’t sure anymore if this all was his or her fault; she wasn’t thinking much really, before start moving towards the living room to grab her stuff and go, as she first intended. Una didn’t even look back, afraid of crying for such a pathetic series of events, too confuse to notice her eyes were dry despite of the pain stuck in her throat.

But when she was ready to apparate – and God knows she was no prodigy with a wand, but Apparation was something she could perform greatly, especially in situations like that – Sid’s sudden lack of efforts to explain himself to her and try to stop her from going came strangely to her senses. Why did he decide to respect her so completely in the last minute? Without bothering being contradictory, Una walked back silently, with her bag on her shoulder, her wand on her hand and her blouse still pathetically half-open, unsure about what she was going to tell him before leaving.

But being certain would have been useless on that situation, she knew it when she looked at him. “SID!” Una ran to him, holding his face between her hands gently. “Sid, what are you feeling? Oh Gott…” There was a note of urgency on her voice, desperation, an irrational fear rising inside of her while watching him in pain like that. Fear of being the one responsible for that. Did she lose control of something while she was angry with him?

"Ah, ja! Great, ten vials..." she confirmed with a nod, while recalculating silently the ideal measures of each ingredient. Una had a good idea shaped on her mind about the potion in its end, after weeks working mentally on it with Viv, sharing ideas and checking her prototypes. Everything was already done lively inside her head, and if she were alone, she would probably works fast, spontaneously, guided by her own observations about the nature of the ingredients, just taking notes in the middle of each process. But brewing with the Healer should be different, the most orthodox as possible. Not a bad thing at all, but something that demands more concrete thoughts instead of just the practice.

“I think the Olibanum should be the heart of the potion, the Helianthus and the Hellebore can work as a base. The sunflower essence I gave you is a true Primum ens[1], and maybe if we use just a pinch of Aurum potabile[2] along with the spirit of wine to macerate the Olibanum  it can show great results… ” Una exposed her thoughts, unsure if she was using appropriate words but still secure enough of Vivienne’s knowledge about Alchemy. Her eyes, that was so far analyzing the ingredients, glanced quickly at the cauldron and then she gave a reassuring smile to the Healer.

“Three parts of Olibanum, seven parts of Helianthus and Hellebore each, the essence to solve and the powder to coagulate. A pinch of Potassa carbonate at the first and the seventh hour. ” Her hands were moving quickly and gently to separate and measure the right amount of ingredients. She handed the fresh sunflower petals to Viv. “Pulverize it with a gently spell and you can start brewing the base while I macerate the Olibanum. I… I will do it with my own hands, but it won’t take long. ” Una smiled, a tad nervous, instead of trying to find an excuse for her choice of avoid magic. Alone it was easier, natural, to pull her wand here and there and plants and natural substances always reacted perfectly to her spells. But it never included another person – besides her father – watching, so smile and start working on the maceration quietly was the best way Una found to deal with it.

“Vivienne…” she muttered after a while in silence. “How is it like to… work, with these patients… that time of the month?” She asked and raised her eyes at the Healer, watching her with curiosity while waiting for the answer.

((OOC: So sorry for taking so long =\))

1.	"... While five such principles are designated as creating illness within us, the ens tincture, created from the Vegetable Kingdom, can be used to correct these imbalances and bring us physical and psychic health. One author writes, 'The Ens manifests the highest initiatic virtue of the plant it is made from.'" ~from here.
2.	"Aurum Potabile is gold rendered potable by intermixture with other substances, and with liquids." ~at the notes. It was a medicine Paracelsus praised.

Hey you

I wouldn't mind at all if you want to put Lexus on this mess. lol, but seriously, as we're planning on have the potion stolen, it would probably end up at the Knockturn and being Lexus a werewolf, it would be interesting if she finds it out. But it's up to you

Unfortunately I'm quite quite busy in RL so it's been moving reaaally slow, but give it a chance if you don't mind waiting a little, lol

Hi!

With this and this going, Una will probably LIVE at St. Mungo's for the next months _{(unless Delilah kicks her out from there, lolol)}. She's already quite present there, so it wouldn't be any hard for them to already have seen each other, at least. And about herbology and potions, she would give him much attention

The only problem is that I've been REALLY busy atm and I don't think it's gonna get better 'til April (hopefully April). But take a look at the plots and tell me if you have any idea If you don't mind waiting my incredibly slow activity here this month, we can work on something o/

"Look...  Just... go to the room and I will get him a bone to keep him busy...."

“Yes… sure… sure, yes!” She stated a little confused, before nod in confirmation and get up from his lap, timidly pulling the shirt to cover her belly and clearing her throat with all her dignity to pass through Kirk, as though she owed him any explanation. When she entered Sid’s room and closed the door behind her, she looked around and immediately covered her face with both hands, spreading fingers to look through them. What was she doing? She had probably lost her mind somewhere in his couch to be so bold.  Not that Una never imagined she would do that with Sid someday, but she never thought it would be like this. Spontaneously, with no doubts, no thoughts, only the certainty of how good his touch felt over her skin, and how wonderful it was to have a myriad of new sensations caused by the warmth of his mouth on hers.

The blonde giggled alone, enjoying such unique moment in his room. The place was his sanctuary, all his and his alone – she felt like an intruder. A welcome intruder, but still someone who wasn’t supposed to be there. Still she walked slowly, glancing at his bookshelf, his books, his Muggle devices, everything under the soft light of a lampshade. She turned to his bed and got caught by a strong sudden will to jump on it and get lost between his sheets. They must be inebriated with his smell, and she never would mind get a little intoxicated by that. Sid’s smell was one of the best in the whole world, and she was a scents connoisseur. The sound of water running from an open faucet in the bathroom was a sign that it was safe for her to go ahead and do it – jump shamelessly, press the soft fabric against her skin, make herself comfortable on his pillow. Una could definitely get used to this, so good, even better than her own bed.

Lazily she opened her eyes to the weak light of the lampshade and wondered for a second if that should remain on or if she should turn it off. Her hair was a mess, her big beige bra was completely unsexy and she would like to hide some adverse effects of two months in a gastronomic paradise. Yes, turn it off was a great decision, and so she stretched her hand to try to find the damn button. Why every Muggle thing had to have buttons? But it wasn’t a button what she found over his nightstand. Feeling that odd, hard and cold little object beneath her hand Una frowned. That couldn’t be… Why would it be…? She took it delicately between her fingers and lifted it up to her eyes. Pendant in a chain, a ring of gold and shining little stone. A woman’s ring. A woman’s engagement ring.

The sound of an abrupt slam against the door made her wake up from her confusion, and as soon as she saw Sid appearing behind the ring she was staring, acting so… weirdly… she tried to inquire, “Why do you…” maybe a little too softly, though, 'cause he interrupted her as he didn't listened to anything.

"Well... gave the dog a bone... Now to give you one..."

“...to WHAT?” This time her voice sounded loud and clear. She wasn’t sure what this meant, maybe it was just a Muggle expression or something harmless, but to her it sounded rather offensive. Now, why would Sid be offensive at her? Or why wouldn’t he be? Suddenly she felt like she knew nothing about him - what a crazy idea, just two months and she was already calling him boyfriend and laying on his bed and getting addicted to his smell. Every time she tried to talk with him about his personal life, his past, his family, all she got was changing of subjects. She thought it was obviously because of his insecurities, now she wasn’t so sure anymore. In front of that ring it sounded to her that he was so obviously still in love with his ex-fiancé it made her sick. Maybe she wasn’t an ex-fiancé, and Una was just a pastime or something, no need to talk about feelings after all, about his life, no… no need to say something that sounded good to her ears when she was about to give herself to him… Ok, now she was going too far with her thoughts and her silence. “Nevermind…” she murmured while sitting on his bed, before getting up still holding the ring on her hand, unable to look at him directly. What he said didn’t bother her as much as finding his room wasn’t so his and his alone as she thought. Even being an ex-fiancé, she still seemed to make him great company.

Without finding words to try to inquire him once again, without even knowing she still wanted that, Una walked towards him slowly, taking his hand – and taking the Muggle plastic thing he was carrying, not finding any button it, but concluding on a really quick analysis she could indifferently throw it over his bed without causing any damage – and handing him his precious jewelry still not looking in his eyes. “I’m going home… ” she said with her head down, but loud enough to cut off anything he could try to say. “I shouldn’t be here after all.” That, and she was quickly trying to pass through him, get in living room to catch her things and apparate miles away from him and his untold, but ever present history with that woman - who should clearly be way better and more important than tiny little tasteless Una.

“This doesn’t make sense to me, sorry Cillian,” Una stated, shaking her head slightly. The look in her eyes stating the opposite. Yes, it made sense at some point. She was working on some dangerous projects right now, things able to go that wrong if a tiny little grain of dust were in the wrong place while brewing. Yes, she was working at a St. Mungo’s lab with Vivienne, and for as much as she trusted completely the Healer and everything there was working just fine, the nature of their work was extremely delicate as well. And Una, insecure and susceptible, obviously started thinking about anything she could have done wrong. That would clearly be her fault.

But there was a hint of sincerity on her statement. Everything could make sense except Sid being part of it. Worst, being at the center of the whole thing. She looked at him, he was so forlorn her heart ached, and she remembered why she should avoid all her horrible thoughts of things going wrong because of her. If she starts feeling bad for herself she wouldn’t be much helpful to him.  Her gloved hand caressed briefly his cheek as she murmured a reassuring “I believe you…”

“Cillian, I’m sorry, I know you can only… see it and tell us what you saw,” she turned to her boyfriend’s mate softer now, her right hand resting over Sid’s and her left hand inside his grip. “I believe you know I can’t talk much about this, but I’m working right now with Mungo’s Healers,” her voice fainting so much at this part it sounded lower than a whisper. She didn’t want to compromise Vivienne, she hoped a vague ‘Mungo’s Healers’ were safe enough, not being sure of it though. “I’m… working at their labs sometimes. And I can’t say that everything I do is perfectly harmless and safe,” not to mention how she felt sometimes dealing with magic itself. What came next was in a clearer tone, “But I can assure you, if anything goes wrong it would be my responsibility. I don’t share my work with Sid, I can’t share it with him. And even if something goes terribly wrong he would stay out of it.” She hoped, at least, and it was her time to give Sid a pleading look.

“So… so sorry,” she said a little confused to both of them. That apology could fit almost anything there. If the whole situation was about to be caused by her, and Cillian was having uncomfortable visions about that, and if Sid was feeling bad, and if his involvement became her fault – but, mostly, she had just questioned a Seer, knowing his prophecies weren’t his fault, and asked subtly to her boyfriend keep out of her business. Yes, she felt sorry for all that, and she didn’t want to hear or think any more than she had already heard and thought, but still she stayed with both her hands attached to Sid’s and her eyes fixed on Cillian, unsure about what could come next.

Congrats! <3 You're really sweet and talented and I hope to have a chance to RP with you someday

Awww, thank you Maddy <3

I think we should totally RP it, when Sid got to Mungo's, since he'll be the first. I believe Alisha is ok with that, and I already spoke to Lacey So it's probably gonna happen soon. I think other Healers can take part of it if she needs advices etc., since it's gonna be something kinda unseen.

And yup, Una will be there for the cure. Count on her o/

"Are you sure you have to go?"
 
Gooseflesh pimpled under his hands as he whispered it so close to her mouth. Una was breathless, taking some moments just looking into his eyes, enraptured, so magnetically bond to him that her only movement was to draw herself even closer – arms holding tighter him by his shoulders, legs moving onto his lap, into his embrace, her body already so petite shrinking against his. When she was able to answer, all she did at first was slightly shaking her head on a negative hard to be spoken. She wasn’t sure, no; she was actually getting less sure each passing second.
 
“I…” her voice finally came out, on an insecure, reticent whisper. Her bare left hand – because having that wonderful dinner with both gloves was unpractical, and that glove was actually needless in general – caressed his nape as she still was trying to find the right words in his eyes. Wrong place to search for it. In his eyes she was only finding the reasons not to say any word, but just kiss him, touch him, go ahead and discover all his true tastes and sounds and colors and textures. What kind of nature he had deep within, which element was his, how it would react to her on a conjunctio, what they could create together. The thought suddenly made her giggle, a little drunkenly though not from wine. “I am sure I want you,” she whispered securer, and without giving time for a blink she crushed her lips against his again, on a moist, deep kiss.
 
She was the one who decreed a kind of taboo over the prophecy Cillian made to them. She didn’t want to panic; either wanted Sid desperate over an uncertain future. And for some time she succeeded in forget about that, since nothing happened, everything and everyone was in peace. But, oddly enough, that came to her mind suddenly during the kiss. Not as something to send her home – it seemed like nothing more could send her home. But as something to make her want Sid even more. What if Cillian was right? What if their lives turn hell from one time to another? What if she let all the chances pass until she bitterly regret never follow that flow? How could she risk to lose a paradise they have without ever know it deeply? Maybe she was getting a little desperate now, though Sid could even enjoy the way she was incessantly kissing him, her left hand mimicking his and sliding through his chest to the hem of his shirt, getting inside it while the right hand just shamelessly kept pressing his nape.
 
But suddenly a moan made her stop. “Wait…” she whispered. It wasn’t hers or his that moan. It was from an ignored dog that didn’t understand what was happening, why nobody was giving him attention for so long time. Una gently parted from Sid, looking at Kirk secretly hoping that look to be enough for him to go sleep elsewhere. No, no, that wasn’t right. Poor dog. But if she was really doing that with Sid, it couldn’t be in front of Kirk’s eyes.

Ok, so we started moving some things:

First, me and Alisha were talking about how Sid got infected, because he can really have got in contact with the remainings of the potion AND/OR got it because of Una, as she got in contact with it before him. She can be a carrier. We liked the shadow of doubt above it, and will probably be RPing only the magical contact, the second case.

Once Upon a Vision Clearing - in which Cillian tells Sid and Una about his visions involving the Epidemic.

The Longest Night - I know it doesn't seem like, but this thread may go a long way and change its tone really soon We have plans of making the first symptoms manifest there. But we're focusing on the thread above for now.

After this I'm not sure. Una can take him to Mungos? I dunno.

Alisha? Amber? Anything to add?

I feel like monopolizing this plot >> So after this beginning I will back off a little putting Una to deal only with the fact that her boyfriend is sick etc. and I wanna see people spreading it around ù.ù