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Harry Potter:"Do you really think there's going to be a war, Sirius?"
Sirius Black: "It… feels like it did before."
TURN ON THE LIGHT is a Post- Potter roleplay that takes place twenty-five years after the Second Wizarding War.
We welcome canon and original characters in this (currently) sandbox style roleplay.
'Right, Right, Look sharp. No mistakes can happen.' Spencer thought as he fixed his tie in the mirror. It was the big retirement party tonight for Spencer Peck's father Walter. His father was looking forward to this after all Spencer wasn't the one to let his father down. Just like his father was mayor Spencer's father had wanted him to follow him in his footsteps. Another Peck in office is what just of New York needed. Dad would be proud well he had hoped he would. So he had to look his best because his father wanted to announce that he would be running for Mayor.
What a thought.
Spencer wasn't a fan of being in politics but since he was a boy he was told he had to stay in the family business it was the Peck way after all.
The Peck family pulled up with flashing lights as they got out of the car. Something Spencer was used to. They walked into the hall where he found a bit over the top but he wasn' one to say anything. "Let me grab us some drinks." It was a chance to get away from dull talks with people.
Spence huffed as he walked through the crowd nodding at people who said hi to him. Reaching the bar he waited to a bartender would come up to him.
Post by MAGGIE SPENGLER on Mar 17, 2024 21:13:34 GMT
Peck. Ugh. Walter Peck. The Mayor. The worst. He had ruined her father's life for a time. He made him out to be a liar. Egon Spengler had been many things, but a liar? No. And while he wasn't around anymore to stand up for himself his daughter Maggie could certainly pick up the torch and hold a grudge whether asked to or not.
She of course hadn't been invited to this little party, none of the remaining Ghostbusters nor their children had, but Margaret wasn't much of one to be easily deterred. Besides, Trip Venkman said there would be free fancy snacks and even Maggie, though a genius, could appreciate free noshes.
She was reaching for a shrimp when the hall erupted into applause. Looking over her shoulder she saw Walter Peck enter the room. Should have known. Her eyes narrowed, not even a flinch, and she turned back to the snack table and bar. "I'll have a whisky. No ice. Pour and a half. I'll know if it's more or less. I have an excellent ability for weight and balance." An order. A warning. An oddity. That was Maggie. And there was Spencer. She'd know him anywhere. Not a lot of people were as tall as a giraffe.
"Pecker." Came the curt greeting, not even looking at him as she assembled snacks on her plate. He didn't deserve her line of vision. Sins of the father, sins of the son, if you believed in religion which Maggie did not regardless of what Uncle Winston tried to convince her of. It certainly would have made the loss of her dad far easier. Glancing up at the bartender she nodded toward Spencer. "He'll have a juice." Like a child.
"That tie does not fit you so I am assuming it's your father's." She concluded curtly, finally turning to look up at him unbothered. "Did he tie it for you too?"
