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

[redcinemareel]

[Crouched and chin in hands, Grell sighs wistfully.]

You're obviously no one's pet with such moves. [Grell looks over to the dementors briefly before shuddering.] What gloom they bring to such merriment.

[fierybluebird]

[Smirks. No pet indeed. But seeing her glance to the dementor, Marco shivers himself down to the tail and hops over to join her soothingly curling up next to her for warmth.]

[redcinemareel]

[The new warmth is a very nice distraction, so Grell welcomes the new birdie friend, scratching is head lightly.]

Well, aren't you cuddly~! [Yeah, she'll just stay here for a while.]

[fierybluebird]

[Amused snort, but oh yay! Head scratches are win. He is definitely okay with staying like this for now, though he tilts his head up at her as though expecting a story or continued one-sided conversation.]

[redcinemareel]

I had hopes to get closer to a special someone, but this is not quite what I had expected. And perhaps the same for you~! [Giggles softly.]

[fierybluebird]

[Tilts his head and whistles. Special someone?]

[redcinemareel]

Perhaps such a time has not come yet.

[fierybluebird]

[More head tilt and whistles. What does that mean? Who does that mean?! Tell him so he can ship! Or help. Maybe.]

[redcinemareel]

[There's no one to ship yet--oh wait.]

Hmm, I wonder how that gruff fellow likes such a cozy atmosphere...

[As she starts to imagine herself all cozied up with Smoker and his muscular form, Grell has the best expression of joy on her face.] I bet he could keep me warm~!

[fierybluebird]

[Birdie laughs and lightly nudges with his head. Tell him more. >:)]