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Who: Lily, Remus, James, Sirius, Neville, and friends. Teenagers welcome!
What: Teenagers coping with the aftermath of the event their own way.
Where: 1485 Kramden Rd
When: 8th September
Warnings: Feel free to join in if friend, acquaintance, or neighbor. And please tag each other, too!



It's not above the residents of 1485 Kramden Rd to trick their parents into going out for the night. The drones might find themselves locked out by virtue of Lily's wards, redirecting them towards the porch upon each attempt. The "daughter" would not normally abuse her magic to treat her fake parents in that manner, but the most recent happenings have left the children of the house drained and dispirited.

The living room boasts an appropriate amount of comfort food and some illegally obtained alcohol. The town may collapse on them tomorrow, but for tonight, they're going to wash the bitter aftertaste of this particular reality.
 

Comments

[nonmetus]

I shan't judge you, only... [He focuses on the book, trying to make out the author] T. Robins Brown. That bloke let a drab, terrible life, I'll say.

[werewolfoflondon]

Ja- James. Look, see. That's your problem, isn't it? Hm. Always. Always. Perhaps T. Robins Brown led a fascinating and capit-- cavits-- ...incredibly blood interesting exissstence. Perhaps he jumped out of planes.

Perhaps he invented a new sort of salad and he was very fond of it. That is a fine achievement.

[nonmetus]

Yes, yes, perhaps he did do all that, but the fact remains that he wrote a ruddy fucking book on architecture in New Jersey. Where even is New Jersey? What happened to the old one?

[werewolfoflondon]

New Jersey. You know. It's... across the street from the old one, right? Like the new corner store across from the old one. Only it's a state across from another state. And not a store.

They like gardens there, don't they?