The Inspection

[acciomod]

On the whole, the weather had been temperamental lately. One minute, it was absolutely bucketing it down, and the next, it was bright sunshine. The amount of rain had turned the ground into a muddy mess, but at least the tents provided perfectly adequate shelter, and a gazebo had been erected over the community dining table to protect everyone from the elements.

Despite the temperamental weather, however, it had been fairly warm throughout the past two weeks, so the chill in the air during dinner that evening was particularly noticeable, even before the dark, hooded figure by the Ministry's representative's desk had been seen.

Nervously, the Ministry representative approached the table.

"I'm afraid we have a visitor," he said, addressing everyone at the table and hoping that anyone not there could hear him. "This is a Dementor, one of the Guards at Azkaban. It's a high security prison. He's just here to, well, ensure that a certain escaped criminal isn't hiding amongst you.

"I don't expect he'll be here for more than an half an hour, so do try not to worry too much. They can make people rather, well... uncomfortable."

Bowing his head slightly, he left the Outsiders to their meal.

[And so, a Dementor is lurking around the camp, just in case one of the Outsiders is secretly Sirius Black. They're known to sap the happiness out of the environment, and - in cases where there are true horrors in someone's past - cause traumatic memories to resurface.

The chilly, depressed feeling can be lifted by the deliciousness of chocolate, though the Outsiders will need to discover this on their own. Good thing there's dessert.]

Comments

[corruptedsouls]

[The gentleness only causes more to fall.]

...survive...

[redcinemareel]

We all survive in this life. Humans most of all. You're not the only one doing it.

[She takes one of his hands gently and places the handkerchief in it.]

You'll have to learn to wipe your own tears, like the rest of us.

[corruptedsouls]

[He looks at it dumbfoundedly in his hands, but her voice causes a pang deep inside, and he tries to hand it back to her.]

...not a human...

[redcinemareel]

Neither am I. [And she returns to her salad, munching on a ripe, red tomato.]

[corruptedsouls]

[That causes his eyes to widen, staring at Grell in a mix of fear and fascination.]

...You aren't?

[redcinemareel]

Oh good Fates, no! [She laughs at his face before shrugging.] It tis what it tis~!

[She probably won't elaborate more than that.]

[corruptedsouls]

[He's got her attention now, though! You can't stop there!]

What are you?

[redcinemareel]

Would it matter?

[corruptedsouls]

...No. I just wanted to know.

[He seems a bit more calm with that around, though.]

[redcinemareel]

Curiosity KILLED the cat, you know.

[corruptedsouls]

...I don't care if it'd kill me.

[redcinemareel]

...you should probably take the hint that I'm not going to tell you.

[corruptedsouls]

[He blinks a little, tilting his head as if he... didn't at all realize there was a hint there. He is a bit thick, you know!

Either way, now that it's laid out, he stops asking, turning around to chew on the food a little.]

[redcinemareel]

[Grell giggles lightly and pats his shoulder gently before returning to her own food.]