Professor Severus Snape's Seminar, Interlude: The Magi | Семинар профессора Северуса Снейпа: Ролевая игра, Интермедия: Маги

The Magi are going their way

Role-Playing Game "Professor Severus Snape's Seminar"
Ролевая игра "Семинар профессора Снейпа

(Played in the Classroom
Играется в Подземельях)

Interlude: The Magi
Интермедия: Маги

The First Visit

Yes, yes... But do not rejoice too early, brethren, for we in the Ministry of Muggle Relations have to give our Imprimatur first.

Lord John Rockwall, Senior Warlock and Magus

And don't forget the Nihil Obstat, John, old boy. That sometimes can be quite a pain in the—uh—rear.

Donald Willex

Don, when I said Imprimatur, I meant the whole bloody lot of approvals. The heinous red tape never allows us to publish books on schedule, and what you get is completely insane Muggles banging on the doors (which they are normally supposed to miss!), crying "When is it going to come out?!" I wish Bertie Bott made sedative beans, specially for Muggles. Quite an uneasy crowd, they.

John Rockwall

Ой, сдохнуть. Кто только нас не мониторит...

Yuri

Yes John, you have my complete agreement there. Sometimes I genuinely wonder whence that uneasiness might originate... and then I imagine having to screw in a lightbulb manually each time the dirty devil goes out! Admit it is enough to drive one mad.

Don Willex

Dear MoM guys:

where do you see any muggles here, huh? :-)

ua0916ki

Yup Don, absolutely. The poor wretches must have a hell of a lifetime, all full of petty worries like loose screws.

Oh grief, I have to run, I totally forgot I'm playing golf at eleven, in the Seagulls! Do come with me, dear chap. They will be serving a remarkable flavour of Earl Gray, you simply must have a cup with half and half...

Lord Rockwall

Flavour! Я сейчас упаду.

Yuri

John, fancy me breaking my engagement with that wild Irish youngster, Pete Richthorne. I promised him we'll go through another chapter of Malleus Maleficarum today, so I can't come, I really can't.

Give Jennie my tightest hugs and my kindest love. See you.

Don Willex (exit)

Господи, что это было?

Leroy

All right, Don, I will, though a greater fun spoiler than you hasn't yet been born.

And ua0916ki: certainly one who has such a name simply can't be a Muggle, I trust your relatives would burn you at stake if they had to call you that at least ten times a day.

Well, have to run. Had fun chatting with you lot. Later!

Lord Rockwall (exit)

Damn, forgot to turn off the light.

Lord Rockwall (turns off the light; exit)

The Second Visit

18.10.2002 – 23:01:02

Excuse me, Jacob, will you please pass me that butter tart? Over there, yes, uh-huh. Thank you.

A dreary morning. Most distasteful.

Frannie Boldweede

18.10.2002 – 23:01:29

Yes Frannie dear, the world is going to the dogs.

Jacob McNamara

18.10.2002 – 23:01:56

Just what kind of a comment was that, though?

Frannie (taken aback somewhat)

18.10.2002 – 23:02:57

Why sweetheart, what was it that you wanted to hear? You commented on the dreary morning, and I took the liberty to extend your observation a tad.

Jacob McNamara (folding Herald)

18.10.2002 – 23:04:07

But Jacob, don't be such a stupid little soul. Of course the world is not going to the dogs. It's going to be much better tomorrow. See, old Thames isn't half as murky as it was yesterday.

Frannie (light-heartedly)

18.10.2002 – 23:05:18

Frannie, old girl, how is it that you distinguish between the degrees of Thames' murkiness? To me it is always the same dirty color (none the less lovable for that, I admit).

Jacob (plainly amused now)

18.10.2002 – 23:08:04

Think it was quite a quip, don't you? Very well then, Mr McNamara, off with you; me poor lassie had enough of your capital wits for one morning—they (meaning your wits) and boiled eggs go rather poorly together. Off to the Council, now, or they will start without you. It's been known to happen in the past.

Here's your umbrella and please don't forget your coat downstairs.

Frannie (in mock irritation)

18.10.2002 – 23:10:24

Yes, Frannie, I concede that my wits are best applied not to boiled eggs but to other things, less fundamental to a well-behaved British life.

My coat is downstairs, and my broom?..

Jacob (all packed and ready to go)

18.10.2002 – 23:11:12

Why don't you Floo? It is, after all, a most dreary morning.

Frannie

18.10.2002 – 23:12:14

Very well, not a bad idea at all. I will probably have enough time for a cup of tea with Lord Rockwall, too, before we begin.

Hugs, Frannie, and see you after dinner.

Jacob (exit)

18.10.2002 – 23:13:16

Oh Jacob, wait, you forgot you 'kerchiefs!..

Good grief, the boy is so absent-minded.

All right then...

Frannie (off to her domestic business)

18.10.2002 – 23:16:39

Похоже на конец света?

Кузя

18.10.2002 – 23:20:17

Призраки...

МаКошь (ни черта не понимает)

18.10.2002 – 23:21:21

Lord Rockwall к нам как-то уже приходил. Кажется. Пил чай.

Кузя

18.10.2002 – 23:22:15

Ну, почему призраки. Нормальные семейные аглицкие маги.

Yuri

18.10.2002 – 23:23:54

Точно, 21.09.2002

Lord John Rockwall, Senior Warlock and Magus

Кузя

18.10.2002 – 23:24:15

I think someone has just said here, "I think Lord Rockwall had come here once already". Or am I hearing things? Winds in willows?

But this is most peculiar. I am not that old yet, so I infer I've probably got up too early for such a distressful morning as this one.

Don! Hey you, bugger! Fancy a cup of tea with me? And may I be damned if that's not old McNamara getting out of the fireplace. Ah, quite a nice crowd to have tea with.

Well chaps, let us take that table near the window. In my opinion it is the best table in the City as it boasts a truly unique view of the... wait, now. I'm really saying too much.

Lord Rockwall (chances a backward glance; exit)

18.10.2002 – 23:26:06

Да, мы их выложим, выложим тоже. Это они у нас настоящий греческий британский хор.

Ох уж эти семейные маги...

Ведьма

18.10.2002 – 23:30:27

Да еще и с разными фамилиями почему-то.

Стан

18.10.2002 – 23:32:16

Дык. Эмансипация.

Yuri

18.10.2002 – 23:33:26