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Apr. 7th, 2012 02:03 pm
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[Draco is looking and sounding his best, for this is an important post. A professional post. He appears quite friendly, he's great at that.]

With the good professor Snape gone from the City, there is a hole in the potions business, right? Someone should step up and fill that void, as there are many beneficial potions that would only do this world good. Who wouldn't like to purchase a small draught of liquid that could heal your finger you broke in the door of your automobile or arm you broke playing baseball. [He pronounces "automobile" and "baseball" deliberately, like those were strange, foreign words, but that friendly smile never faltering.] Potions for healing bruises, ailments, and even to pull in that person you're admiring in Arithmancy--at least for a date or two.

That's a good idea, right, to have this business? Relations with the "natives" are obviously tense right now, so surely a business as helpful as this could only help ease the tensions. One would be grateful to the outsiders that brought them magical medicine that eased bloodloss without having to take blood from another person, right? That's such a clumsy practise. [Because he is so concerned about muggle relations and not making a large profit, here.] I would go about it in a more modern way, perhaps, at least have a brand; muggles here seem to go mental for such things. [Thoughtful pause then he smirks a little.] Though, then again, back home you weren't anyone if you hadn't bought your robes or wands or quills from the right shops, so perhaps we're not so different in those regards.

However, the only issue that thwarts me: ingredients. As far as I'm aware, there are no unicorns here for us to gather their hair, mandrakes are silent and harmless and quite useless, among several other problems I am facing. Does anyone know how Professor Snape was able to make his potions? Perhaps he left some notes behind, if I could look at the belongings he left behind . . .
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[He tries to sound calm, because this is a genuine question, but the more he talks the more frustrated and aggrieved his tone gets.]
Is there any sort of form to fill out for accidentally destroying property of a company? The blasted coffee machine burned me again, while the other burn from last week is still there since muggle burn creme is a laugh but I can't make any right proper salve since none of the ingredients exist here in this horrid world where I must work a job far beneath me for little money just to eat, working with a bunch of mundane people who don't like me or even bother to give me the smallest gift on a holiday--no one even thought enough of me to send me those silly black hate flowers and Merlin's beard I should have stopped talking awhile ago.

[Deep breath. He's having a bad life. Woe is him.]

So what is the process one must take for destroying company property and possibly scalding one or two people on accident?

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Dec. 17th, 2011 06:08 pm
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[When the video kicks on you can hear lots of meows. A lot of meows. Draco looks a little harried, but is keeping his cool as always, despite all the cat hair on his turtleneck.]

I am selling kittens. I need to be rid of them as soon as humanly possible. Fifty dollars for one of the needy beasts, that's a deal, isn't it? They're adorable, and furry, and loud, and voracious. . . . Did I mention adorable? They have a passion for scratching things, and filet mignon Fancy Feast is their favourite. [Beat.] There's nine to choose from. [He pans the camera over 10 bratty kittens, but points at a white one.] But not her, she's mine. [Pauses, then points at one that looks like he has a stache.] Nor that one, so I only have eight, eight kittens I'm selling.


[TEXT; Private to Osborn and Saito, sent to each separately]
Apologies for not getting in touch earlier about your generous job offer, but I was giving it some thought, as I had other job offers. Are there any better openings than being a tea boy? Or may I at least know the pay rate? I hear that's in poor taste to ask in the muggle world, however it is expensive to live here, especially for a poor, young imPort like me, and I have to make my decision wisely. I'm sure you understand.


[[ooc: I was bored one day and made a post about the kittens and what he named them, so you can choose from that. If you want a kitten but don't think your character can afford the price he can be talked down, he is desperate to be rid of them, as cute as they are.]

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Nov. 20th, 2011 12:05 pm
[identity profile] sunburnthair.livejournal.com
I thought it was against muggle law to discriminate against a person when employing them. You are not allowed to sack them based on who they are, am I right?

I had to, by no desire of my own, seek out employment as my previous source of funds decided a kitten was a good substitute for continuing the payments, and my stipend has mysteriously stop coming. And now that I have two mouths to feed . . . [Dramatic sigh.] I managed to procure a job at a book shop. A fairly simple job when you have magic to aide you in the stocking, but they evidently didn't think the same and just three days in they sacked me!

[There's obviously more to this story he didn't pay attention to where the magic was putting the books and was more engrossed in reading than helping customers but he's not going to make it sound like anything but he was wronged. His face can inspire pity, he's had good practice making such faces over the years.]

So, any job out there that won't be so outrageous?

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Oct. 8th, 2011 12:56 pm
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[The feed turns on but Draco seems immediately distracted before he addresses the audience. He, much like others, is speaking to what looks like thin air, but to him he's seeing a terrible vision of Dumbledore in the body of a ferret. [:|] Draco seems to be taking it in stride, at the least.]

--patient, I wouldn't have to ask this if you would just take what the muggles have to offer. I don't know why I must feed you sweets before you-- [Pause and his brow furrows.] You keep saying you have great, imperative knowledge to impart to me, but I don't see why the man I tried to-- [Another pause as he rolls his eyes.] Coming to me as a ferret was particularly rude, but I suppose it fits your brand of quirky humour that I only ever heard about--

[Another pause.] Fine, fine, I'm asking, do kindly shut your snout now. [To the camera.] Does anyone have any proper sweets from back home? Jelly slugs, cockroach clusters, chocolate frogs, or, as he puts it, "proper muggle lemon drops"? Apparently "Lemon Heads" don't suffice. [One more pause as he listens to whatever only he could hear and he sneers.] Licorice snaps? How can you stand those? When you hit 100 is it a requirement to like them or--?

[And he finally remembers to turn off the camera before he babbles more to nothing for all to see.]

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Sep. 22nd, 2011 08:22 pm
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[Draco comes on screen and he's remarkably paler than usual, wide eyed, looks like he's probably puked a little in his mouth. He's terrified, is what I'm saying. He says in a really small, quavering voice:]

Help. Uh...I don't know how to reach the pole-ice and--And--

Some-someone's dead.




[He's found Bellatrix dead, but he's wary enough not to say publicly just who...]

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Sep. 10th, 2011 08:35 pm
[identity profile] sunburnthair.livejournal.com
[Have a bored Draco.]

How do the birthdays work in this world? Back home it was Easter, which was early April--12th or 13th, whichever. My birthday is June 5th. I would have been 18. But when I arrived here, not only was I several years in the future, but it was also late August. Am I considered as old as those years I have missing between home and now? I better not have to be considered 17 from here until next June, that's rubbish. Or, perhaps on the equivalent day since I arrived here to as many days as it was until my birthday I could say it was my birthday. I figure that would be around, oh . . . October 17th. [He says that too definitely to be a guess]

A party or something of the sort could be had as well. [A little...weird bribe...for making this so. Look, he doesn't have anything else to bribe with than the promise of a classy party. Bite him.]

Either way, I just don't want be pestered about going to school or other such nonsense anymore.

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Aug. 24th, 2011 08:16 pm
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[The camera clicks on and shows the face of a young man, with a visage that speaks of great, snooty sophistication by the way he even manages to look down his nose at the device that he's holding as he pokes at it with his thumb. He's unaware that he has turned it on at first, though he has noticed a light flashing on.]

Oh . . .

[As he tries to figure this thing out, the viewer gets a good gander at him to notice that while he's good looking and dressed quite dapper, he has a haunted look—moreso than the average person scared to find themselves in a strange new place—and he's poking at the comm with more of a desperation to figure it out rather than a curiosity.]

Does that mean it's on?
Can anyone hear me? I was told I could communicate through this, and I just need to know who the bloody fool was that decided it would be brilliant to trick me with what I assume was a portkey from my ho—

[He gets shoulder checked by a passerby and he overreacts quite noticeably, scuttling away from the person like a startled cat and brandishing a wand high, as if he truly is expecting an attack at any moment. The passerby continues on without even looking back, but Draco keeps watching him go until he finally turns forward again, forgetting about the comm as he mutters, "Merlin's beard..." to himself. Eyes scan his surroundings in great concern again before he fists the device, effectively blocking the camera and mic for now.]

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