>>5015255
Any unfortunate resemblance to your good friend Mr. Rothschild not withstanding. Really, that might just mean there is a convergent form of evolution concerning the appearance of folks who are good with moving money around and seeing it appropriately invested. His firm certainly has done right by you, helping you establish and maintain your finances, and amazingly enough he actually appeared to be in the know about Gringotts and the wider magic world. He called you in over the telephone the day after you made a deposit there, and wound up discussing an investment strategy for any future funds you wanted to move into the wizarding world.

As well as a very grim warning about trying to screw over goblins. Apparently someone in his family tried to pull a fast one on Gringotts, and the end result nearly blew the lid on the Statute of Secrecy. It got covered up as some anarchist who got his hands on TNT, and became a whole media circus for a bit as the government searched for the mysterious Second Fawkes.

With that in mind, you decided to keep out of the Wizarding World. Their portfolios are a ways less growth oriented than those of the Mundane World, and they apparently don't even have a stock exchange to help spread risk and diversify one's holdings. Which is a shame, as you would buy stock in Monsieur Malkins' place... and short the hell out of the supply-shop-that-must-not-be-named.

Seriously you want that building to burn. You just might do it yourself at some point.

This past week, however, you've been too busy to commit ill conceived acts of arson upon shops whose choice of aesthetics offend you to the core. You've barely been able to keep up with the news, though apparently the Prime Minister just signed some sort of treaty with the Germans, the Scandinavians, the Poles, and some other countries in Central Europe where an attack on one of them is an attack on all. Probably because the Commies are eying Poland like a dog eyes a juicy steak and no one wants their stupidity spreading. The French sure are kicking up a stink, though, saber rattling about Versailles and reparations for the Great War.
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>>5015259
According to Mr. Rothschild, that's only happening because the Chancellor eased off his more extreme policies over the last two years and demonstrated that, "even the worst Huns can act like civilized men if they try." Apparently he didn't just obsess about the greatness of his weird Iranian obsession, but he had been instituting policies against anyone who didn't fall into his weird definition of Iranian - and where he goes, his party apparently follows without question. You have a sinking suspicion that you might have hit him a little too hard with your charisma when you lodged your complaints about that weird obsession of his... but if it's cooled things down, is that really a bad thing?

He might be a mere puppet, but you still like Mr. Rothschild. The fact that he doesn't have to worry about how his family in Austria are doing anymore is a good thing, you think.

When you weren't dealing with financial matters and talking about the goings on in the Continent with Mr. Rothschild, you spent most of your time reading up on new spells and practicing with them. Ollivander told you that your Applewood wand might be old and relatively inefficient in Wandlore, but for the life of you, you're not seeing the supposed inefficiencies. Maybe it's just because this is your only wand, and one that's optimized for it and got along with your personality might be a ways less straining, but you've picked up on the basics rather easily. You don't go too deep into the Book of Spells, but there's not a single one that you've read with which you have struggled. Wingardium Leviosa had an odd pronunciation, but it worked out in the end.

Wandlore has increased to E. You've learned the 1st Year Core Spells.

"How are you making the plates float like that?"

On Sunday, you served your fellow orphans meals just as you always do, making sure to give everyone extra portions. Being a bit lazy, you used your wand to levitate the filled dishes across the tables, which have the other orphans staring at you in awe. At least, you hope that it's the reason they're staring at you. You're still getting used to the oddly liberating sensation of wearing nothing but the cape Melinda put her skill into tailoring for you. The fact that you don't need to hide yourself is strange, but you trust her skill to keep your secrets safe. No one's commented on it, anyways. Just one boy brave enough to ask about the plates.
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>>5015261
"It's actually quite simple!" You prepared an answer for this in advance. Rose is standing near you, a beaming smile on her face as - clad in her frilly new maid outfit - she fiddles around with a strange looking device that does absolute nothing. Layering a bit of charisma into your voice, you throw out the plausible bullshit explanation your beloved subjects need. "Levitation through controlled magnetic fields was shown off at the Chicago World Fair in 1934 by the American inventor Dr. Stark. The device in Rose's hands helps control the electromagnetic fields which are guiding the plates through the air."

The use of your charisma keeps the more clever of your puppets from asking things like "where's the set up?" and "what's powering all of this?", which would be really inconvenient. Instead, they just happily accept the lie that no magic was used in serving them their extra big portions this evening, even though magic let you make the portions even bigger than the caterer's budget allowed for, and magic let you hover the plates towards them. You have been using your charisma a lot these days, during social gatherings, as you want to make your indoctrination of your puppets stick the way it did with the Chancellor.

If a tantrum - and you will admit, you threw something of a tantrum when he kept going on about his bullshit - can uproot deep set hatreds and throw them away forever without damaging a man's ability to function, then what happens when you apply a scalpel? Slowly, over days instead of minutes, you implant the seeds of your desires within the depths of their soul, and like the mere puppets they are, they have no ability to resist your overwhelming will. Adoration, respect, and fear will always flow towards you, their big sister, and they will work to pull anyone else who joins the orphanage over the next year into your cult of personality, until summer comes and you have a chance to indoctrinate them personally.

As you indoctrinate your puppets, you guide your friend on her journey to becoming the perfect, most elegant maid.

"Whatcha doin', Mistress~?"

Her private title for you - soon to be much more public - rolls off the tip of Rose's tongue. she suddenly appeared in the gymnasium, right next to you as you're in the middle of a cartwheel. You don't let her sudden appearance break your form. If anything, you're pleased that she's picking up on how to use the enchantments Melinda wove into her maid outfit. Of course, being able to hide even from you has exposed your friend's more playful side, which can be a little annoying... but also very rewarding. Though it can make it a little bit hard to focus on your summer classes when she decides to be playful in certain ways. The Pallium Imperialis leaves you a bit vulnerable to those who know you're wearing it, even if they can't really see much of anything...
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>>5015264
But that's besides the point, and something you can certainly live with. It doesn't matter right now, as you're not wearing the Pallium, but the leotard that Melinda sewed for you. You answer Rose with the truth, "Doing my best to not get rusty... and get used to this outfit. The leotard wears a bit differently than the ones we normally wear, and even if the range of motion it allows is greater... the hat gets in the way, a little."

As if to emphasize the point, your move into a backflip has to change a bit from what you're used to, as the wide, floppy brim of the hat means your arms need to set themselves further apart, which nearly has the hat's point scrape the ground.

"Yeah, it looks really nice, but I don't think any of the other girls would be able to adjust to it..." Rose says. "At least as fast as you have. Though... no one else is coming to the gym as often as they used to, just when you suggest it. I wonder when we're going to get a replacement for Mr. Ackerman."

"As soon as we find one with an acceptable record," you tell her. You land in a split, finishing your routine for the day, your ribbon falling over the brim of your hat like a stream of water, pooling next to your thigh. "Mr. Ackerman might have been a filthy pederast, but even before he came here, he had a record of getting girls to medal in the regional tournaments. Few other coaches were as consistent as him... but we'll find someone eventually."

"That makes sense," Rose says. She pulls out her notebook, and flips through a page. "Anyways, I wanted to let you know that Mother Annette is looking for you. It's about Mr. Ackerman's..."

Choose One
>A local cop has come around to ask for your statement as a witness to the murder.
>A private detective was hired by the late Mr. Ackerman's wife looking for proof of infidelity and shady dealing he might have, and was hoping you would answer a few questions.
>A member of the Communist Party of Great Britain has come and is very interested in knowing about the man who shot Mr. Ackerman.
>A detective from Scotland Yard brought an artist, and was hoping to get a more complete picture of the man who killed your teacher.
>A member of the Anticommunist League has come to offer his support to the orphanage in its time of mourning, and was hoping you'd be willing to help him on the League's mission of rooting out dangerous subversives in Great Britain.
>(Write in, must be someone interested in Mr. Ackerman's Death)

>>5015266
>>A detective from Scotland Yard brought an artist, and was hoping to get a more complete picture of the man who killed your teacher.

Perhaps we can convince them to draw us instead?

>>5015266
>A member of the Anticommunist League has come to offer his support to the orphanage in its time of mourning, and was hoping you'd be willing to help him on the League's mission of rooting out dangerous subversives in Great Britain.

It would serve us well to get into the good books of the muggle political leadership. Maybe even be seen as some sort of young patriot by the commonfolk one day as well.

>>5015266
>A member of the Anticommunist League has come to offer his support to the orphanage in its time of mourning, and was hoping you'd be willing to help him on the League's mission of rooting out dangerous subversives in Great Britain.

This one is very interesting, though having a communist imoto to brainwash wouldn't be bad either.

>>5015266
>>A detective from Scotland Yard brought an artist, and was hoping to get a more complete picture of the man who killed your teacher.

>>5015266
>>A member of the Communist Party of Great Britain has come and is very interested in knowing about the man who shot Mr. Ackerman.

>>5015266
>A member of the Anticommunist League has come to offer his support to the orphanage in its time of mourning, and was hoping you'd be willing to help him on the League's mission of rooting out dangerous subversives in Great Britain.

>>5015266
>(Write in, must be someone interested in Mr. Ackerman's Death)
>All of them came at the same time it's little crowded in here

>>5015266
>>A member of the Communist Party of Great Britain has come and is very interested in knowing about the man who shot Mr. Ackerman.

>>5015266
>A detective from Scotland Yard brought an artist, and was hoping to get a more complete picture of the man who killed your teacher.

>>5015413
+1 for cute commie imouto

>>5015266
No real horse, but I have realized something... interesting.
Albus spoke of Merlin disease. I understood it as an affliction that makes people grow younger with age. And now we get that piece of info:
>the likes of Nimue, Morgan le Fay, and Medb - the powerful sorceresses of old whose beauty never faded in their legends, only shining brighter as the years went by.
Consider the following:
>1000 year-old fairy witch MILF
>200 year-old legal shota Merlin.

What do you have to say to that, QM ?

Why do people keep saying it's gonna be a communist imouto?

>>5015266
>>A member of the Communist Party of Great Britain has come and is very interested in knowing about the man who shot Mr. Ackerman.

>>5015492
Self projection + wanting to dom him

>>5015492
It may not be, but I figured the Communist option was vague in terms of the member’s gender, so it might be.

Alternatively, Ackerman's young daughter may be another interesting option, and given his filthy pederast tendencies, she may actively be simping for his killer. This may fit well with the Communist option.

I still think the Anti-communist league is the best play, and I’m eventually hoping to meet a Tanya the Evil type character in Hogworts, before the magical war breaks out.

>>5015266
>A member of the Anticommunist League has come to offer his support to the orphanage in its time of mourning, and was hoping you'd be willing to help him on the League's mission of rooting out dangerous subversives in Great Britain.

>>5015266
>>A member of the Communist Party of Great Britain has come and is very interested in knowing about the man who shot Mr. Ackerman.

Getting an in with the Anti-Communists should be pretty easy all things considered, this way we can influence someone in the enemy camp.

>>5015266
>>A member of the Anticommunist League has come to offer his support to the orphanage in its time of mourning, and was hoping you'd be willing to help him on the League's mission of rooting out dangerous subversives in Great Britain.

>>5015519
>meet a Tanya the Evil type character

Any bets that she'd have family that's dabbling in wacky occult Thule Society research for Mister H?

>>5015413
changing to
>A member of the Anticommunist League has come to offer his support to the orphanage in its time of mourning, and was hoping you'd be willing to help him on the League's mission of rooting out dangerous subversives in Great Britain.
I'd like to establish contacts with the supremacists first

>>5015519
Reminder that Grindlewald's War wasn't really a war as much as a terrorist campaign, same with that of OG Voldy. It won't close off travel to the continent the way that WW1 and WW2 would have.

As for a Tanya von Degurechaff type character, I don't think you're going to find a rules lawyering anti-social Japanese Libertarian reincarnated into the orphaned daughter of a Russian refugee fleeing the Commies to German Poland and desperately trying not to get shot for cowardice by her superiors while working her way into a cushy rear line position in Hogwarts. The circumstances that make Tanya Tanya are very unique, and that's why she's great. Also (book) Tanya literally did nothing wrong, even in Arene, Grantz just interpreted her words in the worst possible way (as people are wont to do in a comedy of miscommunications).

>>5015492
To turn her into a (proper) capitalist piggy bottom girl, probably. Especially if they want to project - anons in general really like being stepped on by cute girls.

>>5015487
All of those distinct possibilities. Shota Merlin certainly got Ara-Ara'd by Nimue in his later years. Whether they're still around is ??? - after all, Melinda is part Habetrot and lives in on the Near Side of the World, even if her mother lives on the Far Side.

>>5015605
There may be an option for a person on the train to be an exchange student from Durmstrang, given people seem to like the idea.

>>5015618
Supremacists? How do you get supremacists from a group that largely just protects pubs from violent anti-capitalists that the Communist Party of Great Britain swears they know nothing about? I mean, the ACL even lets the IRISH in, they don't care about race as long as you're no dirty red.

>>5015266
>A member of the Anticommunist League has come to offer his support to the orphanage in its time of mourning, and was hoping you'd be willing to help him on the League's mission of rooting out dangerous subversives in Great Britain.
No dogs, no Irish, no clothes

>>5015681
>Also (book) Tanya literally did nothing wrong
Ah, a true man of culture.
Though the contents of this quest made that obvious already

Should try to get in the good graces of Oswald Mosley. Churchill can get tragically splattered by a truck.

>>5015266
>A member of the Anticommunist League has come to offer his support to the orphanage in its time of mourning, and was hoping you'd be willing to help him on the League's mission of rooting out dangerous subversives in Great Britain.

>>5015266
>A member of the Anticommunist League has come to offer his support to the orphanage in its time of mourning, and was hoping you'd be willing to help him on the League's mission of rooting out dangerous subversives in Great Britain.

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Rose follows you to the locker room, and helps you out of the incredibly ornate leotard which Melinda no doubt took quite a bit of pleasure in crafting. Besides its magical properties, which give the wearer an even wider range of motion than an ordinary leotard, it's put together from so many pieces. With some of your wandlore helping you, you can in theory don the outfit without assistance, but Rose giving you and extra set of hands that can reach places which you can't see makes changing go by much quicker. Of course, she cops a few feels that she knows she'll be paying for later, but you can't blame her.

Who wouldn't want to grasp perfection, if they had the opportunity?

"Prepare conference room eleven," you tell her, once you're finally out of the ever-so-elaborate outfit. With a serene smile, she places the folded leotard into one of the many extradimensional pocket sewn into her apron, to be laundered and delivered to your room. She's been taking to her maid training like a fish to water, but that's to be expected. It took some effort on your part, but Rose acknowledged that she was born to serve you years ago - before you ran off to Berlin. She must be happy that you've finally gotten around to making it official. As an afterthought, you add, "And make sure there's refreshments for our guest."

"Of course, Mistress," Rose says, and vanishes with a pop.

You're not sure which function of the dress it was that she just used. Given that she didn't take out the silver pocket watch that came with the ensemble, you doubt it's the function that lets her replicate the Brownie ability to enter cleaning time and get their work done in a jiffy, without disturbing anyone. The pop means it probably wasn't her activating the charm woven into the fabric that allows her to go about her work unseen, as a popping sound seems a bit counterintuitive to that. So she must have used the short range jaunt that Melinda's instructions mentioned.

You'll need to reprimand her for that. Most of what her outfit can do is easily explained by people either not noticing her, or messes not piling up as much as people first thought, or even just her apron being that well made with big pockets. Jaunting around, though, is something that the more mundane folk of Wool's Orphanage don't have any context for, and isn't something that you can just smooth talk and explanation into existence for.
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>>5016357
You'll deal with that later. For now, you have a shower to take, and clothes to change into.

Actual clothes, and the not the Pallium Imperialis. While you've certainly been taking the time to get used to the rather liberating sensation of public nudity that your Pallium allows you, you don't wear it to your more important day to day business. In part, that's because you don't quite trust the charms on it to keep your body obscured if someone decides to take a photograph. The idea that Rose might decide to play a little prank on you while you're wearing it also figures into your reasoning. You haven't quite mastered keeping yourself from making strange faces when she services you in that way, but you're well on your way there considering how much practice she's been putting in.

Seriously, if you knew that getting Rose a maid outfit would make as affectionate as she's been this past week, you would have bought one for her a long, long time ago. But the two of you are certainly making up for lost time.

Just not when you have a meeting with Mr. Rothschild, or in today's case...

"You must be the little Miss Riddle!" The man waiting for you in conference room eleven is the very picture of the lanky Irishman, tall as a reed and without the muscle to fill out his suit the way Albus did. A well kept crown of bright orange curls topped his head, which was honestly much more impressive than the wisp of a mustache he kept on his upper lip. He offers you his hand, which you take. Unlike most gentleman in this day and age, he shakes your hand rather than kisses it. Interesting. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name's Bran O'Dyna. I'd like to offer condolences on behalf of my organization, for the untimely demise of your gymnastics coach, as well as whatever support we can give you."

So his reason for being here is clear.

Whomever he represents wants some goodwill from the public for helping out the girl whose face is on every box of Royal Oats that can be found at the market.

"What organization would that be?" You take a seat at the head of the conference table, which gets something of a quirked eyebrow from Bran, but the Irishman goes along with it. He gives a bit of a start when Rose - a calm and serene smile on her face - steps out and begins serving tea and biscuits. He partakes, but only as much as you do.

"The Anti-Communist League," Bran explains. "We're an association of businessmen and craftsmen from Britain and Ireland who still remember what nearly happened in '19, and what would have happened in '37 if our Iron Nancy didn't give the rest of those loafers in Parliament the most thorough tongue lashing since they flew the nest. Mostly, we organize public works and keep people who don't care for being accosted by Gallacher's goons connected with one another."
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>>5016358

"And what support would a political organization want to offer an orphanage?" You ask Bran. You don't know much about his organization, though you do remember the riots that happened last year. Nasty business, with the Reds lashing out at the motions to join the so-called Iron Bulwark Against Communism, but far and away from your section of London. A few more orphans to take care of, the children of people accused of being Blackshirts and sentenced by the mob to death by housefire. "We're not a hotbed of future communists here, the tutors that have been brought in make sure we actually understand matters of finance."

Bran snorts into his tea. "Apologies. That's good, though. The more someone knows about money, the more they understand Marx's madness."

"Is that so?" You ask. "You might want to workshop that thought and turn it into a poster. Marxist Madness has some good alliteration to it."

"Hah!" Bran gives a polite chuckle. "I just might. Bringing this back to how our group can help you, we put together something you might like. Consider it an offering of our good will."

He pulls a manila folder from his briefcase and slides it over to you. The tab reads Marcus Findlay, and opening it up you see a photograph of a man slightly too bearish for your particular tastes. Ravaged by old age, he still cuts an incredibly imposing figure, and from his looks you can almost hear that quintessential drawl of the American South. Included in the folder are several pieces of paper that seem to document his life story. On top of all of that, another photograph is enclosed, of him shaking hands with the person who took the gold in gymnastics of 1928.

"We put this together on Marcus Findlay," Bran tells you. "He's an American, but he's been looking to move to London for his retirement. Born a bit too early to medal at any of the Olympics, he coached the American team, one of whom took the individual artistic gymnastics medal in 1928. He's got a wealth of experience and knowledge on the subject, and you'll be glad to know that his taste in women leans towards curvy and mature dames."

Rose tenses up a bit. You give her a sympathetic look - you'll help her forget about all of that again later tonight.

"And why would I care about his preferences?" You level a withering look at Bran.

He raises his hand. "You may not have been aware, but Mr. Ackerman was a member of Anti-Fascist Action, the militant arm of the Communist Party of Great Britain... not that Gallacher will ever own up to it. They operate under the guise of opposing Mosley's Blackshirts, but with the BUF boys disbanding back in '36, anyone can be a Blackshirt if the AFA wants them to be - as we saw in the riots '37."
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>>5016360

"What does that have to do with this instructor's preferences?" Your patience is wearing thin. You've no care for ideological run arounds.

"I'm getting to that," Bran says, and for his sake you hope he does, otherwise you will peel open his mind like a banana to get the information you want. He seems to sense your irritation, and hurries himself up. "We found this out through a friend in Scottland Yard, but according to his affects, he helped them blackmail several government officials, from minor clerks all the way to a few MPs. If I may be blunt, he used some of his students to make some homemade child pornography, and occasionally pimped them out. It's not something to really talk about in front of a lady, let alone a girl, but... now you know. I'm sorry if I broke your image of him."

"I see," you take a deep breath. You thought those photos were for his personal enjoyment - apparently, they were for the enjoyment of others as well. The gravure shots he took of you, you honestly don't mind. If people want to touch themselves while looking at perfection, well that's just natural, isn't it? The more lurid photos, though - not of you, but of those who belonged to you. "I suppose a preference for women that are a bit more, how do the boys say it... vavoom, would be a good thing, then."

"Is that how kids are saying it these days?" A thin smile crosses Bran's lips. "In any case, the ACL is using its own channels to assist Scottland Yard with their investigation into the killer. Unfortunately, among the AFA, there are quite a few 'tall men with an ushanka'. Do you recall any other details about him? The more we know, the quicker we'll be able to hunt down Ackerman's compatriots, and bust the AFA for their blackmailing plot."

Choose one
>I'm sorry, I don't really remember much more him than that. It's all that stood out.
>Forgive me, I'm not exactly comfortable working outside of the law.
>Yes (Write in whatever details you want)
>(Write in)

>>5016362
>>I'm sorry, I don't really remember much more him than that. It's all that stood out.

How much of an "innocent cute" persona can we actually put on without using our CHARISMA?

>>5016362
>Yes (Implicate the leader of Anti-Fascist Action)

Damn, I wish we chose the Communist first, just to later implicate them in the murder.

>>5016362
>Yes (describe Jim Wiseacre)
If we're going to lie we'll have to give actual details.

>>5016362
>Yes (describe Jim Wiseacre)

I like this, but do we know what he looks like? Not like they're likely to find him, being muggles, though the ACL may have magical members...

Anyway, what kind of narrative do we want to support here seeing as Ackerman was a communist himself? The reds tying off loose ends, maybe because of the cheese pizza? Someone else impersonating them? A commie fanatic killing people who aren't communist enough for him?
Because I see no reason why a commie would kill another commie

>>5016362
>(Write in)
>I'w quite shocked and details are hazy. If you provide me pictures I'm SURE I could point him out for you. Before this happened I remember looking thru window and seeing few men loitering about maybe some of them were in compliance.

Giving whoever he wants and few 'freebies' of good will. We might demand something extra for it or not depends if others can think of something

>>5016629
Not a bad idea.

>>5016629
This. Also try to put on our charms on Bran, see if we can make him a willing informant.

>>5016629
This is a good idea as well.

>>5016362
>>(Write in)
Let him "suggest" possible culprits then try to seduce him too.

>>5016377
Supporting

Huh, nobody else catch the Howard Stark reference?

>>5017712
yes, you were. Nobody else recognized the name of one of the main protagonist of one of the highest grossing media franchises of the past decade. It was a very niche reference.

>>5017722
Of course, Howard Stark. Not to be confused with his son Tony Stark, or anyone who could possibly have the real life surname "Stark."

Just caught up and I'm loving this so far.

>>5017712
Do you point and scream at every little reference in a book or film?

>>5017712
reddit moment

>>5017924
Did you expect any better from a Harry Potter thread?

Now that I think of it, we could always hide Timothy under our special cloak to cover up our naught bits if he's long enough.

>>5017712
I legitimately did, because it didn't matter.

>>5016377
Yeah, if only.
Supporting

>>5017865
same

Checking on the QM

Well now that the GM got his Yuri loli smutt out of the way I imagine he's simply lost interest in this

I don't know, QM has seemingly died and come back before. They might just be taking their time/busy.

Wish they would keep us in the loop either way.

>>5021507
>>5021587
>>5021650
If you don't hear from me at least on the weekends, I'm ded. I'll try to post Tomorrow or Monday, though I was out of town this weekend.

>>5023223
Don't forget your trip.

>>5023223
don't you dare abandon this quest I'm actualy enjoying this

>>5023223
Don't you die on me!

>>5023398
>>5023437
>>5024948
Work went stupid late, I'll try to post later today/tomorrow.

Rest in peace

I can't believe QM is dead. But sometimes I still feel his presence, as if he is still talking to us. Sad.

>>5025581
i want to belive

Rolled 51 (1d100)

Need a quick roll to see how much he goes with it.

Rolled 41 (1d100)

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"I'm terribly sorry, Bran, but I'm afraid after what that man did to poor Rose... I'm sure you understand that I was rather shocked." You play up the tiny frightened child angle as best as you can, shrinking into the image of a little girl who didn't understand what that salty white stuff leaking from her friend's special place was. You know it's bullshit. Rose knows its bullshit. Hell, from the quirk of his eyebrow, Bran knows its bullshit. But it's convenient bullshit. "The details, they're a bit foggy, though I'm sure I could pick him out of a crowd if I saw him again. Do you have any photographs of the suspects? At the very least, I could let you know if you're barking up the wrong tree."

Just like you've been teaching her, Rose keeps a straight face during your little speech. You'll need to reward her later tonight, as she's been such a good girl these past few days.

Bran seems to read your intentions, and with a small smile on his face, he reaches into his briefcase and pulls out a folder contain several photographs, each of them printed onto letter sheets. The details look a bit blurry, compared to what you might have gotten if you used the equipment in Mr. Ackerman's office, but they capture enough that you wouldn't be able to mistake any of them. That is, if you actually knew who any of these men were. You hide the fact that you don't recognize them as best as you can.

"Naturally, I can't name names, as that would bias your selection," Bran tells you, sliding the seven photos towards you so you can get a better look. From the look on his face, you can't tell if he's playing along with your bullshit, or if he genuinely believes that you're not just going to pick one or two of them at random. After all, the less Commies in Britain, the better. "Scottland Yard's been keeping an eye on these lads, though, since all of them fit the description and none of them have an alibi that the detectives can find. If you can ID the perp, we can tip off the yard - leaving out your name of course."

"Thank you, I'd rather the communists didn't know my name," you say. With a shudder, you think back to a certain bald with circular glasses from the Soviet delegation to the Olympics. Namely, the way he looked at you like you were a juicy piece of meat, no matter how much charisma you poured into making him stop that. Berry something or other, his name was. One disgusting pervert is an anomaly, two is a pattern, and the Commies have him and Ackerman. No thank you. "Let me take a look here..."
>Lenfield

>>5026226
Choose One
>A taller man looking to be in his late 30s, clean shaven and with dark hair. Doesn't have the build to do any heavy work for a living, but could definitely shoot a gun.
>A tall, broad man with a thick mustache and a full head of not-so-dark hair. No where near as big as Albus, but at least looks the "worker" part.
>A dark haired man with a thick mustache and a receding hairline. An academic through and through, from what you can tell. Distressingly, his circular glasses remind you of that Berry fellow...
>Another balding academic, this one a bit more well built and fairer haired - aren't these people supposed to be the party of workers? And again, with those creepy circle glasses...
>A dark haired gangster looking fellow whose appearance reminds you of the American mafiosos. What's he doing this side of the pond?
>Write in.

>>5026227
>>A dark haired man with a thick mustache and a receding hairline. An academic through and through, from what you can tell. Distressingly, his circular glasses remind you of that Berry fellow...
Good ol Berry! Very popular with the kids and girls!

>>5026226
>A dark haired man with a thick mustache and a receding hairline. An academic through and through, from what you can tell. Distressingly, his circular glasses remind you of that Berry fellow...

>>5026227
>A dark haired man with a thick mustache and a receding hairline. An academic through and through, from what you can tell. Distressingly, his circular glasses remind you of that Berry fellow...

>>5026227
>>Another balding academic, this one a bit more well built and fairer haired - aren't these people supposed to be the party of workers? And again, with those creepy circle glasses...

>>5026227
>>A dark haired man with a thick mustache and a receding hairline. An academic through and through, from what you can tell. Distressingly, his circular glasses remind you of that Berry fellow...
a commie academic in the '30, even if he isen't involved in this, he's probably still a pedo

>>5026227
>Another balding academic, this one a bit more well built and fairer haired - aren't these people supposed to be the party of workers? And again, with those creepy circle glasses...

>>5026227
>>Another balding academic, this one a bit more well built and fairer haired - aren't these people supposed to be the party of workers? And again, with those creepy circle glasses...

>>5026227
>A dark haired man with a thick mustache and a receding hairline. An academic through and through, from what you can tell. Distressingly, his circular glasses remind you of that Berry fellow...

>>5026227
>>A dark haired gangster looking fellow whose appearance reminds you of the American mafiosos. What's he doing this side of the pond?

>>5026227
>Thick mustache and receding hairline.

>>5026227
>>A taller man looking to be in his late 30s, clean shaven and with dark hair. Doesn't have the build to do any heavy work for a living, but could definitely shoot a gun.

QM, how would Patty react if she encountered this, whether in a dream or in real life?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DppL5WtEW5c

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it's the weekend

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Let us all mourn our beloved QM " Concerned Dumbledore" who gave us this quality quest

>>5023223
How dare you die on us

Rest in Peace quest, you will be mourned.
I actually had hope since it passed thread 1 where most quests die, but alas, it was not to be.

Is it just me or do all Harry Potter quests die prematurely? Is there a single one that actually finished? I certainly can't find any.

I'd pick it up, but it's a bit too much pedo and simping for dumbledore for my tastes

You were too good for this world lolimort

>>5037681
If someone would pick it up and lowered both of those aspect it would be great

If you want your own HP quest then make your own. Cannibalizing and then morphing this quest when the QM hasn’t even said that he’s finished is kinda fucked, especially if you claim to have enjoyed the quest. Not that I believe that any of you would follow through with it.

>>5037964
but that's the best part

>>5037991
>>5038005
I'm aware that I'd remove the appeal some found in it and that it wouldn't work out, so don't worry

I say someone who knows how to archive it archives it and hopefully the guy returns. Maybe he returns or shows up on akun.

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>>5026226
You are dead.
Not big soup rice.

>>5036010
>>5036870
>>5037604
>>5037960
>>5037991
>>5038140
>>5038746
Not dead just sick. Might have been the varus, was pretty fucking awful. I'll have a post out this afternoon. No idea what's going to happen though, as I forgot to record which historical commie/commie sympathizer you guys just elected to have arrested as complicit in the blackmail ring and murder. I'll think of something.

>>5039477
HOLY SHIT HE LIVES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I hope you are feeling better, sounds like you had a pretty rough time.

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You can most certainly appreciate the opportunity being given to you. Not just the opportunity to see that a dangerous dissident - far from innocent, no matter what they insist, if Ackerman was involved with them even in passing - gets locked up, but the amount of power being put in your hands right now. Captivating the hearts and minds of those around you is a power you're used to, being a beautiful and graceful maiden in the prime of her youth. Being in the position to give the order that someone's life be ended, be it literally or metaphorically, is a rare treat. Killing Ackerman for touch your things inappropriately was simply justice. Selecting who the ACL will take direct action against to see locked up with the key thrown away is exciting in a whole new way.

Why, if you weren't meeting with someone important, your Rose would only need to venture under the table if she wanted to drink her fill.

Exciting as this might be, though, Bran did not provide you with any names. Had he done so - or, better, had he provided a who's who of these communist swine - you would be able to weigh the benefits of seeing them locked up against one another. Eliminating one of their propagandists would be a wonderful thing, as slowing - if not destroying - their attempts to spread cultural hegemony with their creation of a fifth column upon Britain's shores would be a victory. So too would the arrest of one of their leaders. Not the public faces (too easy to make a martyr of them), but the important cogs that their vile machine relies upon. But if all you get is someone easily made into a martyr, or an absolute no one who does not harm their ability to operate within Britain, than does it truly matter?

Bran drums his fingers on the table as you take a keen look at the pictures. Most of them look a bit too charismatic, easily created martyrs for the cause as the Soviet Puppets whine about their imbecilic ideology being oppressed by the bourgeoise. Two of them have some promise, each of them clear academics who've never been to the gymnasium in their lives - let alone actually done any hard work. Both of them wear those small, circular glasses favored by that Berry fellow from the USSR who couldn't help but stare at your performance like a hungry dog stares at a steak.

Disgusting, absolutely disgusting. You want to hurl just thinking about it. Chunky balding pederasts should all please kill themselves.

"Him," you say. You slide the photo of the one who almost looks like a British version of that Berry fellow. The dark hair, mildly chunky face, receding hairline... the only thing that really separates his appearance is the fact that he has a rather thick mustache that the Berry fellow did not have. "There's no mistaking that mustache of his, and the glasses. Unless he suddenly decided to shave."
>feldlen

>>5039587

Bran picks up the photograph with a nod, returning it to his briefcase. The other photos, he puts together in a manila folder before slipping them into a different pocket. "Thank you for your assistance in this matter, Miss Riddle. We'll keep you informed as to whether the Yard will move forward to prosecute him once the evidence has been examined."

With that, Bran takes his leave. You and your Rose are left alone in the conference room.

"There should be no more meetings for the rest of the day, Mistress," your Rose informs you of something that you already know, but that's alright - it's good to have some confirmation on that. Part of you wants to bark for her to attend you under the table here and now, but another part would rather wait for tonight. Either way, the two of you will have your fun. "Is there anything that you would like to do?"

Choose One
>Take a walk through Muggle London and see if there's anything interesting going on.
>>Write in if you want to go to a specific place!
>Head to Magical London and see if there's anything interesting going on.
>>Diagon Alley
>>Diurn Alley
>>Knockturn Alley
>>Terrace-Tree Alley
>>Celes' Tea Alley
>>Cid Eerie Alley
>Mess around with some of the other orphans like the merry prankster that you are.
>>Write in if you have a specific idea!

>>5039588
>Head to Magical London and see if there's anything interesting going on.
>>Knockturn Alley
Seems like an interesting place to visit.
Maybe bring Rose along to practice being a servant amongst wizards?

>>5039588
>>Cid Eerie Alley
Eerie Alley sounds promising, like it could be full of ancient forgotten things
>>Celes' Tea Alley
A distinguished lady such as Miss Riddle ought to get acquainted with proper people. A tea shop ought to help introductions along. Also a perfect opportunity to bring her maid along to show off (in a very polite and ladylike way, of course).

for reference
cid-eerie-alley==sidereally (related to the stars)
diurn-alley==diurnally (counterpart to nocturn-alley)
terrace-tree-alley==terrestrially
celes' tea alley==celestially

>>5039588
>>Take a walk through Muggle London and see if there's anything interesting going on.

>>5039588
>Take a walk through Muggle London and see if there's anything interesting going on.
Holy shit it's alive!

>>5039588
>Take a walk through Muggle London and see if there's anything interesting going on.
We're dabbling in the magic, so there's no reason to not maintain our interests in the mundane. Perhaps we can increase our skill with books regarding economics.

>>5039588
>>Take a walk through Muggle London and see if there's anything interesting going on.

Should we bring anyone with us, or should we just go solo?

Either way, we're more than prepared for any threat, magical or mundane.

>>5039588
>Mess around with some of the other orphans like the merry prankster that you are.

>>5039588
>Take a walk through Muggle London and see if there's anything interesting going on.

>>5039588
>Knockturn Alley
We might get to be acquainted with dark wizards or acquire cool artifacts if we go here, I really don’t see why we should care too much for muggles, we already know a bunch about them but are still very unfamiliar with the wizard world.

>>5039477
>>5039587
PRAISE THE FUCKING LORD
>>Take a walk through Muggle London and see if there's anything interesting going on.

>>5039588
>Take a walk through Muggle London and see if there's anything interesting going on.

>>5039588
>Celes' Tea Alley
It fuckin lives

>>5039588
>Mess around with some of the other orphans like the merry prankster that you are.
Do you have estimates on future update schedule?

>>5039588
>Mess around with some of the other orphans like the merry prankster that you are.

>>5039588
>>Take a walk through Muggle London and see if there's anything interesting going on.

>>5039588
OP YOU FAG
ANSWER MY QUESTION IN >>5031509

Where the fuck are you this time QM?

>>5045068
>>5041796
Will be updating tonight. Too much holiday shit this weekend, too much work shit this week.

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Out of all your joys in life, your gymnastics is your favorite by far. Few activities can hope to match the sheer satisfaction that you find in being the center of attention, every eye locked upon your perfection in form and beauty. Seeing people mesmerized by the skill and grace of your movements - the flawless dance that won you fame, riches, love, and respect - excites you like nothing else in this world. A transaction freely made, wherein you need not even brush upon your Charisma for the puppets to lock their gazes upon you. An expression femininity that you alone in the world have perfected, it leaves you feeling powerful and fulfilled.

A somewhat distant second is people watching.

It did not take you long in life to determine that by every objective metric, humans are wretched and miserable creatures that exist to suffer upon this base earth and eventually die. You extracted yourself from that cycle some time ago, though you have yet to figure out a way around the dying bit even if you have managed to remove yourself from the rot that comes with puberty through intense gymnastic training. Your Rose left that cycle as well, in her own way, when you taught her how to extract the nectar of joy from her own pain and suffering. Most people, however, live their lives locked within it, and you find the wretched and horrible ways the manage to cope with their suffering to be most amusing.

That's why you walk the shady streets of Muggle London in your Pallium Imperialis, accompanied only by your Rose, who is clad in her maid outfit. Both of you are hidden from sight by something less than a spell but more than the "accidental magic" that you read up on. You wanted to do a bit of people watching this evening, to see what misery you might find some spec of amusement in. What suffering are the peoples of London inflicting upon one another tonight, you cannot help but wonder?

You mean to find out. It's why you've taken to one of the rougher parts of London, the ghettos that the nuns are quite insistent none of you ever visit. The gypsies there have a habit of turning young boys into thugs, and young girls into prostitutes, all based upon empty promises that - if one simply looked at their surroundings - they obviously cannot fulfill.

"Mistress..." Your Rose seems a bit anxious in this place, her eyes nervously darting around even as scarred, tough-looking men look straight past her. Your magic prevents her from being noticed, just as Melinda's magic keeps her from realizing that beneath your cape, you're nude. "Should we really be here? The Sisters say-"

"That we'll end up barefoot, broke, and pregnant if we visit this part of town, yes," you quote the Mother superior, a hollow chuckle in your voice. "Nor is she wrong, at least for most of the girls. Half the men and every woman in this part of town here would gladly sell your virginity for a few quid."

>Field Length

>>5046348

"But I'm not a virgin anymore..." your Rose fell behind for a moment, hastily running to your side.

"Do you honestly think anyone here would care about that?" you ask her, and she tilts her head in confusion. With one hand, you wave at one of the ladies of the night patrolling the streets, seeking a customer with a fat wallet to comfort. She looks experienced, to say the least, though her dress has about as much class as the garbage pile in the alleyway. "That woman over there no doubt sold her virginity dozens of times over before her face got too familiar to sell the lie. Not that her customers would care - they bought the inexperience that she was selling, and nothing more or less than that. So very honest, for something so very false."

"How would you know that?" your Rose sounds suspicious and... upset? Wait, is that a spark of jealousy in her eyes. "You haven't been coming out here to buy experiences have you?"

"Not to buy, no," you say. You give your Rose a clever smirk, and she turns as pale as a ghost. A few barks of laughter escape from your mouth, before you slip her hand into your own and give it a squeeze. "Nor to sell, or even try. I'm saving myself for my future husband... and, of course, loving skinship between girls is a good way to keep ourselves pure maidens untouched by the spectre of lust~"

Your Rose coughs, looking away. A small smile has crossed her face, and her ears have turned a very pretty shade of red. "Of course, Mistress."

"Now, come on, Rose!" You give her hand another squeeze, pulling her in the direction of a very interesting sound. "I think I hear something amusing over this way!"

What amusement have you found?
>A boy your age getting beaten up by a pack of bullies, refusing to stay down.
>A young woman being held down and raped by a pack of thugs.
>A drug addict getting kicked while he's down by a dealer.
>An ensorcelled teenaged girl being led away from a dazed looking family by a man with a wand.
>An ensorcelled young man balls deep in a pasty looking woman biting down on his neck.
>A very happy looking gypsy girl being bent over a dumpster by... is that a werewolf?
>(Write In)

>>5046349
>>A boy your age getting beaten up by a pack of bullies, refusing to stay down.

>>5046349
>>An ensorcelled teenaged girl being led away from a dazed looking family by a man with a wand.

>>5046349
>An ensorcelled teenaged girl being led away from a dazed looking family by a man with a wand.

>>5046349
>An ensorcelled teenaged girl being led away from a dazed looking family by a man with a wand.

>>5046349
>An ensorcelled teenaged girl being led away from a dazed looking family by a man with a wand.

>>5046230
ANSWER ME BITCH
>>5031509

>>5046517
There isn't a character named Patty, are you sure you're in the right thread?

>>5046536
I meant our protagonist, apologies. Please answer the question in that context.

>>5046543
She would become very concerned for her state of mental wellbeing, but also would look into volcanic water to see if it had any health benefits.

>>5046349
>A very happy looking gypsy girl being bent over a dumpster by... is that a werewolf?

>>5046349
>An ensorcelled teenaged girl being led away from a dazed looking family by a man with a wand.

Speaking of pure maidens...

Do we get another update today, or are we forced to wait another fortnight?

>>5046628
Tomorrow or Saturday, hopefully.

>>5046349
>>A boy your age getting beaten up by a pack of bullies, refusing to stay down.

>>5046349
>A boy your age getting beaten up by a pack of bullies, refusing to stay down.

>>5046349
>>An ensorcelled teenaged girl being led away from a dazed looking family by a man with a wand.

>>5046349
>A boy your age getting beaten up by a pack of bullies, refusing to stay down
We hate bullies don't we

>>5046349
>>A boy your age getting beaten up by a pack of bullies, refusing to stay down.

>>5046349
>A boy your age getting beaten up by a pack of bullies, refusing to stay down.

>>5046517
What a weird thing to pester someone for

>>5046349
>A boy your age getting beaten up by a pack of bullies, refusing to stay down.

>>5046349
>>An ensorcelled teenaged girl being led away from a dazed looking family by a man with a wand.

>>5046349
Wait, if we're naked, where do we keep out wand, and gun?

Cue dick jokes

>>5046349
>>A boy your age getting beaten up by a pack of bullies, refusing to stay down.

>>5046349
>>A boy your age getting beaten up by a pack of bullies, refusing to stay down.
Well it’s a two horse race at this point, and my guess is if we mess with the wizard we’ll end exactly how the Mother superior says we will

>>5046349
>>An ensorcelled teenaged girl being led away from a dazed looking family by a man with a wand.

>>5047497
I like to think it's attached to us through spello tape.
>>5047647
yea he's either a ministry of magic worker or beyond us as of this point. though it would be funny to pull out a gun after he hits us with expeliarmus.

>>5046349
>A boy your age getting beaten up by a pack of bullies, refusing to stay down.
I swear if I have wait a week for another update qm.....

>>5046349
> An ensorcelled young man balls deep in a pasty looking woman biting down on his neck.
> A very happy looking gypsy girl being bent over a dumpster by... is that a werewolf?
Either one works really.

>>5047850
It's the curse of Real Life(tm).

So, just as a thought, what's to stop Loli Voldemort from say...

> ..Contracting a demon prince of the Ars Goetia for knowledge and power to steal eternal youth from the heavens?

Also, tentative bump. Hopefully QM didn't get hit with the banhammer.

>>5047850
>I swear if I have wait a week for another update qm.....
or longer

>Our future rival is a Ballerina to contrast our Gymnastics.

>>5053700
> Ballerina honors student
Ravenclaw

> Music/Opera prodigy
Gryffindor

> Painter savant
Hufflepuff

In the sake of hoping the QM is only busy contending with Real Life(tm) and not DED in a ditch, thread is now archived.

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Op ded

>>5056593
not the first time

>>5046348
gigga faggot

RIP to the best quest about the QM’s barely disguised fetish

Might as well archive just in case

>>5063845
It was done. RIP to a unique and great quest.