i am lord montague

~Everything beyond this is related to Future is Bright RPG~

[Hannah's Flat]
[Anyone; ATTN Hannah]
[Friday Late Morning]

Owyn had been feeling a little under the weather the past couple of days. This whole double life he was living - or at least, the thoughts relative to it - were starting to overwhelm him a bit, and he found himself being uncharacteristically recluse. Maybe he needed to get away, he thought. Just for a while. An idea struck him, and he called in sick that day. He needed to go see Hannah, and for several reasons. For one, he missed her terribly, and for two...well, he had a feeling that she might need to get away for a little bit just as much as he did. So the man made a surprise visit.

"Hannah?" He rang the doorbell. "It's me...it's Owyn."

[Manor]
[Anyone]
[Evening]

*goes into the library room*

Hm... *pulls out a few books from the shelves, takes them all to the table, sits*

*starts reading, and as he flips the page, glances down at the Dark Mark tattooed on his forearm - the concealing charm wore off*

*grimaces, lifts up his arm and just stares at it* ... *eyes swivel up to the small portrait of his father*

*sighs, covers it up with his sleeve and goes back to reading*

[Kingsley's]
[Anyone; ATTN; Hannah]
[Nighttime]

He stood at the window that he assumed belong to Hannah's room. It...looked like it did. Shrugging off the night chill, Owyn searched around for a pebble to toss at it. Was he being sneaky? Yes, yes he was. But it'd been a while since he'd seen Hannah, and he missed her. But he also knew Kingsley prooobably wouldn't approve of him showing up unannounced, so unless he wanted to wait it out until the next day, this was his only option. Not that he minded.

Grinning, he held up the tiny pebble in his hand before giving it one good toss up in the air and catching it again. It'd been a while since he'd snuck into a girl's room - it was a bit exciting, really. With his tongue caught between his teeth in concentration, Owyn threw the stone at the window before shoving his hands in his pockets. "Hannah!" He called quietly. "Sweeetheaaart..."

[Pub]
[Anyone]
[After work]

"Trade." Owyn turned to Daphne and gave her the fried rice in exchange for the orange chicken. "Thanks, love."

"Mmmhm," she smiled, dipping her fork into the rice. "Thanks for having dinner with me."

"It's always an honor. Course...don't you think you ought to be having dinner with your sister?" He quirked a brow.

"...Yes, but--"

"But nothing. I say cut the rubbish. Really, this is ridiculous, you can't avoid each other forever. And over a bloke? Come bloody on."

Daphne rolled her eyes. "I know, Owyn. Here," she shoved the chinese box into his hand, "I'm going home."

"Good," he grinned, kissing her forehead. "Next time I see you, I better hear that you two are okay again. If not, I'm setting up an intervention. Got it?"

"Got it." And POOF! She disappeared.

"That's right." Smiling smug, he headed to the pub for a pint.

[Diagon Alley]
[Anyone]
[Tuesday Noon]

As a precaution, Owyn had been given work assignments and errands that didn't require being at the Ministress' side. In fact, the past few weeks have been the most detached he'd ever been from the woman - not that he particularly minded. Aside from the fact that it would keep any suspicions low, it also gave him a little bit more freedom to visit Hannah more and do get some more personal things done. In fact, earlier last week, he had been able to get Hannah an anniversary gift. The one year point was nearing and he wanted it to be as special for her as possible.

"Ah, thanks," he tossed some change toward the boy in exchange for the Prophet as he strolled down the street. He immediately turned to the Quidditch column and read at his leisure, occasionally making sure that his dog Josie, who had certainly grown taller, stronger, and more independent, wasn't leading them astray. He had been taking every chance he could to walk her, with being so busy and all, he had to make up for lost time. "Ugh, the gossip column," he grimaced. "It took her no time to stick her nose back where it didn't belonged." He still didn't understand why her sentence was overturned. Shaking his head, he only briefly scanned through it, before something caught his eye, causing him to come to a complete stop.

"No bloody way," he gaped. Roger had gotten to Daphne and Astoria?! Part of him wanted to be pissed about that, but all he could do was laugh. "Wow," Owyn clucked his tongue to the top of his roof. "That is rich. Damn. Well, it was good knowing you, Rodge. Come on, Josie, baby. Let's go get some treats." He shook his head and kept walking - he did not see that confrontation going well at all.

[London Streets]
[Anyone]
[Way early in the morning]

So, his first raid as a Death Eater went well enough, he supposed. He passed off a tip to Kingsley and he succeeded in not getting captured. Owyn hadn't slept since a few days before then and by the time the raid was done and over with, he was officially drained. What he wanted to do was pass out in his bed and make up those days of sleep lost, but he still had to go into work in a few hours, so he didn't really see any point. Instead he had a pot of coffee made, showered, ate, and stepped out for a jog. That would knock the fatigue out, hopefully.

[Diagon Alley]
[Anyone]
[Late Morning]

Delivering messages he could do. Filing, taking notes, offering his upmost opinion and honesty...he could definitely do. Following around a beautiful Ministress...oh yeah, he could do.

Sewing, he could not.

"You put the thread to the needle, the needle to the hem. Simple, simple, simple! Oh, but do remember that the design has very brief spaces for about every two inches which are about one-sixteenth inch long--If it's not precise, I will be able to tell. Remember, Falu red and Sunset gold are the colors, now please hurry, I expect you back at one-thirty where I will leave immediately. My meeting is at three, but Minister Inesh is a chatty fellow and rather fond of cards, you see."

Owyn just stood there with the dress slung over the crook of his arm--he was to provide himself with the threads and needle. The past few days he'd learned that Marcus was quite right about their Ministress; insane as she is brilliant. At the most ungodly hour of the night, she sent for him to help her decide on shoes for the dress because apparently the shoes that came with the dress had maroon in them and not falu, even though both colors with very, very similar...however, she couldn't sleep with the slight difference clouding her mind and therefore needed a different pair. Not to mention she decided that pointed toe didn't quite fit the dress, so open toe with a thin heel and strap seemed more logical.

It was a very long night.

"Make haste, Owyn, I'll be right here when you get back."

With a bow and a charming wink in her direction, he turned around and left, looking slightly panicked. A thread to the needle, needle to the thread... "It is not that bloody simple," he muttered under his breath, leaving the ministry for Diagon Alley. First thing was first--getting the tools to even begin this project. That in itself would cause a headache.

[Train Station, Diagon Alley]
[Anyone]
[Early Evening]

*waits patiently, blowing warm air into his hands* Brrrr, it is bloody cold. Hope she came prepared. *chuckles, rocking back and forth*

*few minutes later, train arrives* Ah, here we are. *grins, searching over the tops of people's head* Where are ya... *walks around a little*

*a very tall woman with long dark hair and a thick Australian accent smirks and creeps up behind him and flicks his ears* Lookin' for someone, handsome?

*Owyn grins and slowly turns around* Ah yeah, I'm lookin' for this sheila, y'see. Gorgeous, has got legs that go on for days...and she's a mad surfer. A huge pain in my arse, though. *winks*

*Ronnie playfully punches him in the chest* I'll show you pain in the arse... *laughs and hugs him tight* Fuck, it's been too long!

*Owyn swings her around and plants a kiss on her forehead* Who are you tellin'! I've missed you.

Obviously not too much, otherwise you'd be back home by now, jerk! Still can't believe you left me...

*wraps an arm over her shoulders and charms her luggage to follow as they walk* Oh don't do that, Ronnie. *pouts* You know I would never completely desert you. And you're here now!

For only a few weeks, though.

Just enough time to convince you to stay! *charming grin*

Yeah yeah, good luck trying to accomplish that. *tightens her jacket around her, mumbling something about how she could be out laying in the sun right now*

*smirks* Let's go get you somethin' warm to eat, catch up. I know a place you'll like. Bloody hell it's good to see you. *takes her to Diagon Alley*

[Montague Manor and then Hannah's Flat]
[Hannah]
[Like...10pm tonight]

( Owl to Hannah Abbott )

[Hannah's Flat]
[Hannah]
[Sometime during the mid-afternoon]

( Owl to Miss Hannah Abbott )

[St. Mungo's]
[Anyone]
[Mid-Afternoon]

He didn't care if it was still a warm out, he felt like his blood was hitting the negatives, and so he walked into the medicine shop wearing his large peacoat and some gloves. Even that didn't help, though! Owyn was still cold! Trying to ignore the shivers that erupted through him, he dragged himself sluggishly toward the counter where a lady in white robes stood.

"Good afternoon! How can I help you, sir?" she asked. He sniffled, trying his best not to breathe in through his mouth so much or swallow in attempt to avoid agitating the itchiness and flame that seemed to be settling in his throat. Didn't work though. With not being able to breathe through his nose and trying not to breath through his mouth, he was getting pretty winded.

"If you could just give me some medicine to fix this--whatever this is, I'd really appreciate it," Owyn croaked, his voice nearly gone. He tightened his coat around him, eyes squinted while he looked around. Why were hospitals or anything related to hospitals so bloody cold?! The lady continued to smile, a little hint of amusement in her features.

"Well...what are your symptoms?"

"...Neck is swollen, agonizing sore throat, can't swallow, coughing, fever...aching all over...basically I am dying."

Obviously he didn't handle sickness very well.

"Hmm...well that sounds a lot like strep throat, did you get checked for it?"

He looked at her like that question was absolutely foreign. "...No?"

"I'd suggest getting checked out first before I send you off with any medicine. I can set up an appointment for you right now, actually, we had a few no-shows today."

Owyn grimaced and shook his head. "No, no, no, that's not necessary. Please, just give me the medicine that you think is suitable. I just want to go home, take it, and go to sleep. I don't need to get checked out." His lips curled when it was obvious that the lady wasn't paying attention. Instead, she was scribbing some things down on her clip board.

"What's your first and last name, sir?"

"...Owyn Montague? Wh--"

"Alright Mr. Montague, I'll send for a doctor, and while you wait, fill out this little survey here and take a seat." She handed him a quill and a clipboard with papers on it and grinned. Owyn blinked speechlessly, standing there a long minute as she disappeared. Well this was unexpected. Finally he turned around and sulked to the nearest seat, grumbling and being pouty while looking over the survey. Being sick sucked.

[The Lake]
[Anyone]
[Afternoon]

*takes the leash off Josie* It's a good day for a swim, innit?

Aarf! *bounces excitedly*

*chuckles* Thought you might agree. *pulls off his shirt and tosses it* *looks around* And it appears we've the lake to ourselves. Nice. Come on, Josie! *sprints toward the lake with Josie following after*

*hits the water and dives in, then rises to the top to see that Josie's stopped at the shallow end* Awww, you're not scared are you? *laughs*

...Arf arf! *just sits there looking at him like 'Hell no I am not going any further than this.'*

Josie! *whistles* Come 'ere, girl! *Josie barks and walks back into the grass* Oooh, fine, you ninny. *laughs and swims further*

[Daphne's House then a tea shop in Hogsmeade]
[Anyone]
[Early Afternoon]

"Are you sure you don't need me to pick you up anything, sweetheart?" he inquired one last time, brows burrowed with concern.

"I'm sure. There's nothing that can be done, it's food poisoning; it'll run its course, and I'll be fine again. I'm already feeling a little better." Daphne nodded, pulling her blanket up to her chin. "Stop worrying, please. I'm not dying. I'm jus-" her hand clasped her mouth, and her face lost all its color, and in a blink of an eye she darted out of bed, waved her hand to tell him to leave and went straight for the bathroom.

"Bloody hell," he grimaced some, taking a step back towards the exit. "I'm coming back later to check on you!" Owyn then spun around and headed out, mumbling something like 'oh yeah, you're just fine, alright...bloody stubborn woman.'.

Even though it was raining, he insisted on keeping out of the house. There wasn't much to do there, anyway. He stopped at the owlery and sent a letter to his best mate, Ronnie; he had been trying to get her to come see him, though by the previous letters she was still a a bit peeved that he left in the first place. She'd come through eventually, he told himself with a chuckle.

After that, he looked into a few stores just for the hell of it and ended up picking up a few puppy toys for Josie. His last stop was a small tea shop in Hogsmeade, where he sat at the outside table with a cup of hot white chocolate and whipped cream, eyes observing the passerby.

[Hannah's Flat and then Le Chat Noir]
[Anyone; ATTN: Hannah]
[4pm]

*is looking at himself in the mirror* ...Okay. *fixes his hair* Mmmhm. *chuckles to himself as he sprays a modest amount of cologne* Alright...Josie, baby, where are you, I need your input.

*Josie comes scampering into the room with her chew toy*

*turns around* How do I look? *decided on dark slacks, a gray shirt with a dark blue collared dress shirt over that one* Do you approve? *rolls his sleeves up to his elbows*

Aaarf! *bounces around*

*smiles* You sure?

Grrrrarf!

Thank you, love. *glances back in the mirror, makes last minute nit-picks* Alright, I'll be back later, alright? *pets her affectionately before grabbing Hannah's bouquet of purple-tipped daisies and Apparates to her place*

*walks in and goes upstairs to her flat and knocks, smiling to himself*

[Pet Shop in Diagon Alley]
[Anyone]
[Late Afternoon]

Can I help you with anything, Sir? *this woman has been eyeing him the entire time he's been there*

Hm? Oh... *smiles politely* Sure, love. I'm in search for the perfect companion. Perhaps you can help me.

*in a weird, hushed whisper that was probably meant to be seductive but turned out to be creepy* ...I can be your perfect companion.

*looks up a little confusedly* Um... *chuckles* Hm. *lifts up her hand, runs his thumb against her wedding ring* It seems to me you're already someone's perfect companion. *polite kiss to the knuckles then lowers her hand* I was referring to these pups, here. *points to the big metal fence holding in various puppy breeds*

*woman blushes scarlet as she realizes that she is, ha ha, that's right...MARRIED.* O-Oh...I-I...I-I'm...I'm sorry, I d-don't know what I was...thinking, um...uh...oh god. Excuse me. *hurries off to go crawl under a rock or something, who knows*

...No worries. *mouths 'wow' to himself, then turns his attention back to the pups* Hmmm...

[Diagon Alley]
[Anyone]
[Evening]

He had arrived from Australia earlier that day. The Montague Home was vacant as far as people went, just as Owyn had suspected, minus the old family House elf, Jester, and the two talking portraits of his twin grandmothers whom he referred to as Thing One and Thing Two. It wasn't a warm welcome to say the least, but he was home, and he'd planned to stay there for a while.

After a few hours of settling in, he decided to explore, get reacquainted with the British wizarding world. So Diagon Alley was where he went to first. It didn't come much as a surprise to him that it was nothing like he had remembered it years ago. New shops had opened, a few old shops, like the Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, were closed down...

"Hm," he mused indifferently, slipping his hands into his trousers as he sauntered down the street. He wasn't going to lie, this was a little boring. Part of him wondered if he'd catch anyone that he knew. It wasn't like he kept in touch as well as he should have, so he didn't know where everyone had drifted off to since he'd last seen them. But today he'd keep an eye out. Maybe he'd get lucky.