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Accio! Mod ([personal profile] acciomod) wrote in [community profile] accio_rp2012-08-20 12:28 am

The Inspection

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.
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[personal profile] corruptedsouls 2012-08-20 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[He blinks a little at the suggestion, looking back down to the bowl a bit uneasily. He isn't used to going slow -- grab what you can, down it as fast as you can, or it'll be taken from you -- but he nods a little, willing to at least try.

Though he still drinks it straight from the bowl, he at least does so at the speed that a normal human would, and is somehow managing to not spill any of it on him. Skills, man. You gotta drink carefully but fast!]