jimbo brian blishwick vi
HOGWARTS ALUM BLISHWICK MATCHMAKING SERVICES OWNER HAPPILY EVER AFTER PIZZA EMPORIUM OWNER SPELLBUCKS OWNER LOVE WEAVER
133 posts
played by Colin
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last online Apr 25, 2024 18:50:37 GMT -7
WIZARDING ADULT
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Jul 10, 2019 21:38:50 GMT -7
Post by jimbo brian blishwick vi on Jul 10, 2019 21:38:50 GMT -7
09.XX.2024 The flicker of excitement lighting up in his daughter’s eyes was the same look he had seen in the Jimbos before him. Getting caught up in other people’s personal lives was their business, and even if Jameson went down the journalistic route she seemed to be heading, she would still be hopping down people’s throats and bugging them for information about their lives. The inevitability to be annoying was a Blishwick trait. They simply went about it different ways and put their efforts into different topics of interest. “If you find a vial before going back to school, I’ll write a letter myself,” he said proudly, before continuing, “I’ll even put it on the official letterhead for the shop. Old McGonagall will be knocking down our door to talk to me after seeing that.” Jimbo had used that during his time at Hogwarts more than once. Especially in Transfiguration. Papers written under the letterhead had caused the former professor to lose it several times over the years. He always thought it was hilarious.
“Your uncle might. I’m not sure what the legal limit is for stock on Veritaserum these days, but Grandma used to have it by the box full back in the day.” The fact that half of the family stayed in the business of love and the other half dabbled in potion making was perfect for situations like this. It also helped to prove that love potions weren’t necessary to get the one you wanted, since neither his brother nor mother had ever stocked them in their stores. They were abominations to use, according to an old Blishwick mantra that Jimbo didn’t want to bore his daughter with. “Like I said, you’ll have to find it in the next day or two because the school won’t let me mail that to you. Somehow they know when things are in the mail, but they don’t give a damn if it’s in your luggage.”
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
179 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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last online Apr 23, 2024 14:57:02 GMT -7
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Aug 22, 2019 7:13:35 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Aug 22, 2019 7:13:35 GMT -7
JIMMIE WAS SO EXCITED ABOUT THE PROSPECT of working alongside her father in pursuit of truth - instead of love - that she'd forgotten to consider the moral implications of it all. So, she laughed at the idea of her father facing McGonagall. Hands pressed to her cheeks as she stared, enraptured. Her father was many things, but he was not a coward. It was one of the few things she truly admired about him. That she wished to emulate. "Gosh," She breathed, snickering slightly. "She'd run you through!" Jimmie was still quite afraid of the old, wizened witch. And smartly so!
"What did grandma need with all that?" Jimmie asked, her nose wrinkling curiously. She now recalled a few articles she had read over time about the misuse of Veritaserum. How it could just as easily be used as a tool of torture as well as truth. Sometimes, secrets were all a person had. "Hm..." Jimmie tapped her lips in thought. He had a point. People smuggled all sorts of contraband in their luggage. Jimmie had written an article about it once. How possessions were grossly overlooked in perilous times.
"I should go look for it now." Jimmie stood, brushing down her clothes and straightening invisible creases from her t-shirt. She felt an unwavering desire to find it before she chickened out. She left the mess of her family tree on the coffee table, her tea growing cold as her attention shifted elsewhere. "Shout me for tea!" She called over her shoulder, her fingers itching to pick something apart. She would surely leave a trail of destruction behind, but that - for a girl as privileged as she - was somebody else's problem.
[END?]
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jimbo brian blishwick vi
HOGWARTS ALUM BLISHWICK MATCHMAKING SERVICES OWNER HAPPILY EVER AFTER PIZZA EMPORIUM OWNER SPELLBUCKS OWNER LOVE WEAVER
133 posts
played by Colin
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last online Apr 25, 2024 18:50:37 GMT -7
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Sept 23, 2019 21:30:34 GMT -7
Post by jimbo brian blishwick vi on Sept 23, 2019 21:30:34 GMT -7
▲ Scarily, Jameson’s assessment of Professor McGonagall going at his throat for providing his daughter with veritaserum was accurate: it would not be a pretty conversation, and Jimbo would be pulled right back to his school days of being reprimanded by the headmaster. Time didn’t affect McGonagall since everyone was still her pupil no matter their age. Fearing her was nature for everyone that ever had the honor of being taught by her. It was a rite of passage for every single Hogwarts student. He thought it was unfortunate that she didn’t teach anymore, but having her head the school worked just as well. “Yes. Yes she would,” Jimbo added solemnly, taking a sip of his tea to try and shake the visual of what McGonagall could possibly do to him. He was sure his imagination was only scraping at the tip of the iceberg though. “Oh, she had her personal projects. If you ask me, I think she was the main supplier for the Ministry. I’ve inquired over the years but she still brushes it off,” Jimbo let out a chuckle. The potion certainly wasn’t on the store shelves, but the inconspicuous boxes in the back of his mother’s (and now brother’s) storeroom spoke for themselves. Jimbo hadn’t been so terrible in potions in school to not know what veritaserum looked like inside a vial. “That or she was slipping it into Grandpa’s coffee every morning to make sure he wasn’t fooling around. Not that he was,” Jimbo shrugged. He had never taken advantage of his position running the business and neither had his father, but there were stories about the older Jimbos. Things were different back in the day. Things that wouldn’t necessarily fly whilst being a prestigious shop owner. Jimbo had a reputation to uphold, and business was as booming as possible these days. Jameson hopped up off the couch, declaring that she was going to run off to try and find a bottle of veritaserum, eliciting another chuckle from the elder Blishwick. Had he been that gung-ho when he was her age? Certainly he was much more unruly, running around and trying to use his power on whomever wished to spill their inner workings to him, but Jameson didn’t have that. And yet she was just as inquisitive, maybe even more so. That was a Blishwick trait, after all: wanting to be in everyone’s business even when they had no right to be there. “I will!” he called after his daughter as she disappeared from the room, though not as quietly as Jimbo wished. [The End] MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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