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[dearwensleydale.livejournal.com]

Date: December 31, 2000, 9:00 PM
Status: Public
Setting: Bar
Summary: Free Alcohol!


Wensley walked from his kitchen to the entrance to the bar, sign under his arm. No one had planned any sort of Manor event for the evening, so he took it upon himself to give people who hadn't any plans something to do.

Pulling the sign out from under his arm, he propped the doors open and leaned the sign against one. "Open Bar, 9:00 PM- 1:00 AM," it proclaimed in large letters, then underneath, much smaller, "Entertainment Provided". He didn't actually have anyone lined up, but he was sure something entertaining would end up happening.

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[grimsirius.livejournal.com]

Sirius is better at not laughing than one might think. It probably comes from his history as a troublemaker, when the ability to keep a straight face is so important. At any rate, he is completely serious when he replies, "Is that so? I'm not a regular reader, but I've been known to pick it up now and again. You're certainly the only ones I've seen crack the Stubby Boardman story."

"Don't think I can do an interview, but--" he really can't give her an autograph as Stubby Boardman, can he? She'd never learn he was a fraud, but it seems wrong somehow. Ah, well, he's always been a bit of a sucker for puppy dog eyes-- "I suppose an autograph wouldn't hurt. And I'll be sure to be on the lookout for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks."

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

For Luna, an interview with Stubby Boardman would have been a realisation of a - well, a dream. It wouldn't exactly have been the scoop of the year, but it would have been a coup for a fledgling journalist in any shape or form. It didn't hurt that she had grown up with his music either. But she could settle for an autograph. "Well, we have to thank Doris Purkiss for helping us with that, you know. If she hadn't sent in that letter, we probably wouldn't have guessed either. In fact, most of our stories come from leads that our readers direct us to. We follow up on them as much as we can to verify what our readers send in. We can't print fake stories, you know."

"Oh thanks!" It was always useful to have another pair of eyes on the lookout for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. Luna beamed. People here were so helpful. Accio!" Within moments, Luna's camera zoomed into the bar and neatly into Luna's hand. Looking around, she spotted Wensley. "Hi - um, Jeremy, right? Could you take a picture of Mr. Boardman and I, please?"

(ooc: It's an instant Wizard camera - like a Polaroid, except, of course, the picture moves, so feel free to react however when the picture develops.)

[dearwensleydale.livejournal.com]

"Sure!" came his reply as he re-approached the bar, taking the camera from Luna's hands. Waiting a few moments for the two to position themselves, he snapped the picture, taking it and waving it in the air, like he'd seen his mum do countless times. Looking at the picture, though, was not the sme as usual. Picture-Luna was blushing furiously as Picture-Sirius winked lecherously.

"Uhm," he muttered, handing the picture and camera back to their owner, "I think your camera might be broken."

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

"Thanks!" said Luna. She took a glance at the picture, and inhaled sharply. Momentarily, the same blush colouring Picture-Luna's face appeared on the live model. "Um... no, it's working fine, thanks," the blush making its way down Luna's neck as she tried to smile at Wensley.

'Embarrassed' would not be the right word to describe what Luna was feeling right now. It might do in a pinch, but it really wasn't the right word for the job. It was too small.

Taking a deep breath, and trying to quell the rising red tide, Luna fumbled for a quill in one of her pockets. Wordlessly, she thrust the photograph and the self-inking quill at Sirius.

[grimsirius.livejournal.com]

Sirius picked up the quill, poised it over the picture, and paused. What if she'd seen Stubby Boardman's signature before? He knew the Hobgoblin's music all right, but he had no idea how to forge Boardman's signature.

"Listen, I, uh, you know, can't have word get out I'm here. Would you mind if I signed as my alias?"

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

Luna took a moment to find her voice.

If circumstances had been different (for example, if she wasn't still blushing fit to start a fire), she would have insisted that Stubby Boardman sign his own name. As it was, the small voice said, "... I suppose it wouldn't hurt." With a small sigh, Luna continued, "Just knowing it was you will have to do."

"So why are you here?"

[grimsirius.livejournal.com]

Well, now he felt kind of bad. But it isn't as though he could have told her he wasn't really Stubby Boardman. Sirius wasn't the type to rain on someone else's parade, even if it was the responsible thing to do.

He took the photograph and the quill, and signed

To Luna,
My #1 fan
Your friend,

"Sirius Black"

"Oh, you know, taking a break from the trials of celebrity. I'm enjoying the countryside, spending some time with an old friend." Well, it was all true. Except for the part where he was Stubby Boardman. And spending time with an old friend was taking a hit at the moment, considering that said friend had abandoned him in favor of work on New Year's Eve and had been avoiding him ever since an innocent snog a few weeks ago.

He paused, frowned, and then said, "Oh, what the hell, kid. I'll give you that interview. I can't have you publish my location or any details that might give me away, but I can't see the harm." He finished his scotch and grinned. "But some other night, right?"

[radishesncorks.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah. The celebrity thing can get on people's nerves. Harry used to grouse about it a lot." Well, he didn't so much grouse about it, but Luna could tell that Harry was upset about it much of the time. Or at least, he had been, when they were still all together.

"Really?" If Luna had had a tail, the floorboards could have provided the bass beat for a rather fast-paced techno song - no, make that extremely fast-paced. "Thank you so much!" The blush was almost entirely gone now, and was replaced by a large grin. "Yes, of course," gushed Luna. "This will be my first real interview! Daddy'll be so proud!"