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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2012 0:54:43 GMT -5
Grace beamed as she bounced along the streets of Hogsmeade. The sky was starting to glow a deep orange, the sun beginning its descent behind the horizon. Quickening her pace a little so that she was more running than walking, she burst through the doors of the Quill Shop with a maniacal grin on her face.
"Septimus!" she cried, skipping through the store to leap over the counter and give her friend a hug. "You haven't visited us in forever! I thought you'd died or something." She turned her grin to him, her eyes bright and her face curious.
Not waiting for an answer, she turned around and studied the various quills behind the counter. "Why do you need so many quills?" she asked, softly running her finger along the edge of a bright blue one. "They aren't even for sale." Turning around once again, she stared intently at the door for a second before looking at him once more, the excited grin taking over her features once again.
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Post by kat11 on Mar 5, 2012 1:39:38 GMT -5
Working hard had always been something Septimus could do easily, no matter what time of day. Of course, the harder he worked the less amiable he became, and he was working extra hard that day. He had cleaned off every surface in the shop and polished up a couple of the quill displays while he was at it.
Long days tended to be boring, and lonely at that, so Septimus was extremely relieved (not to mention happy) when Grace skipped into his store and into his arms. He squeezed before letting go, “I thought I died too.” He responded, grinning, “All the stuff I’ve been doing, I’m surprised I’m not dead yet.”
He laughed at Grace’s next question, “It’s a quill shop, we have to keep up our appearances. You can’t have the one you are buying a quill from not have one of their own quills, it looks bad.” He replied, grinning happily. He was glad that Grace had come along when she had, he had been needing some entertainment lately.
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Post by Edmund Thaddeus Roderick on Mar 5, 2012 12:40:48 GMT -5
Edmund glowered as he and Freya walked along Hogsmeade. It hadn't even been half a week from their last assignment--the one that had gone horribly wrong, that had made the papers as one of the bloodiest murders the police force had ever seen--and they were already out on another. Nevermind that there was most likely Aurors and Wizards and members of the Order out looking for them, looking to make sure the same thing didn't happen again and that the public would not catch wind of the obvious use of magic.
"I don't even know what the person looks like," Edmund growled to his companion. "He just said that they'd be in this shop. Apparently they're a threat." He kicked a rock in his path as hard as he could, watching as it spun through the air to hit the brick wall of a shop. "But of course, you probably know. He trusts you more than he does me. I wasn't even told the gender, but you, you were told everything." Glowering, he curled his lip at Freya. "What's so secretive that I can't know?"
They still had a couple blocks to go before they reached the Quill Shop; that gave them time enough to talk.
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Post by kat22 on Mar 5, 2012 19:52:28 GMT -5
Walking along Hogsmeade with Edmund, Freya frowned. They weren’t the happiest looking pair in town and every person they passed (few were out and about) walked down the other side of the street. Of course, Freya’s frown consisted more of an icy glare then anything.
Edmund’s glower was quite visible, and Freya knew exactly what was causing it. A new task so close to their recent near failure, it wasn’t their idea of fun that was for sure. Her mind flashed back to when she saw the article in the paper about the murder, how it had been the most violent and bloody that they had seen in a very long time. It didn’t help that there had apparently been a witness, describing the two of them close enough that those who knew they were death eaters might just put two and two together.
“He didn’t tell me all that much, I’m not on his favorite list right now due to a certain… incident.” Freya replied, baring her teeth slightly in a sarcastic smile. “All I know is that we have a target that is part of the Order and in Tomes and Scrolls, the gender I didn’t catch. They are young apparently though, so that should narrow it down. “
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2012 0:16:03 GMT -5
Grace's expression went serious as she listened to Septimus, and then she scowled. "They're rarely ever used!" she complained. Grabbing a sheet of paper from the counter and dipping the shimmering blue-feathered quill into the ink, she set it down to the paper and began to write with it. It wasn't important. All it said was " Hello Septimus! " and it was scrawled out messily, but she guessed that was the first time that never been used before. Brushing the feather with her finger, she smiled up at him. "I like this one. Blue's one of my favourite colours." Pausing to rethink her statement, she looked at all the other quills. "Though I think every colour is my favourite." Suddenly bouncing over the counter once more to run off through one of the aisles, she picked up a pad of paper that had flower designs on the side and grinned at it. Seff's shop had no paper to write on, and she was sick and tired of having to find scrap receipts and stuff to take it's place. "I love this paper!" she called out to Septimus. "It's so... pretty."
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Post by kat11 on Mar 6, 2012 18:54:48 GMT -5
“Like I said, appearances. Plus, they are just nice to look at.” Septimus replied, smiling. He stood, moving around the counter so that he didn’t seem antisocial, only to see her righting ‘Hello Septimus.’ Sep laughed, “Hi Grace.” He responded aloud. Pausing, Septimus looked almost thoughtful, then he too grabbed a piece of paper and a purple quill. The quill was marked ‘all natural’ and he wondered momentarily how, before remembering that Scrivenshaft had told them how they ‘magicked’ the birds a particular color.
“Every color is your favorite. Tell me one you don’t like.” He suggested with a beam. Grace suddenly bounced away and grabbed a nice pad of ‘pretty’ paper. Septimus grinned rather cheekily, “I’m sure nobody will notice if you take a couple sheets, I’ll let you.” He laughed, thinking that if she liked it enough he might just have to get it for her with his store discount.
“So, how has life been treating you Grace?” he asked, wandering over to where his friend stood, smiling. “And how is Seff? Not in a bad mood I hope.”
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Post by Edmund Thaddeus Roderick on Mar 21, 2012 0:51:02 GMT -5
Edmund raised his head indignantly at a couple giving him a rude look, a grimace of distaste settling on his face. His shady appearance was usually enough to warn people off, but obviously it was a different crowd here. And he hated it already.
With a sigh, he grumbled and kicked another stone lying in the middle of the street, not quite as far this time. "Let's just get this done with," he growled. "So this person is at the Quill shop, even though they work at Tomes and Scrolls?" He shook his head. "I swear to god if they're not here and we go after the wrong person, I'm going to find whoever snitched and strangle them myself." He knew the owner of Tomes and Scrolls and Grace as well, though he did not know if there was a third person that worked there. If there was the target would most likely be them; if not, it would be Seff. Though he did not carry the same emotional attachment for Seff as he did for Grace, he wasn't sure if he would be able to kill him should the chance arise. He meant too much to Grace for her to lose him.
His scowl deepened as he reached the shop. "It seemed peaceful enough," he remarked. "Let's hope there's no customers here today. I'd rather there be no witnesses so there's no need to silence them."
Drawing his wand and holding it at the ready, he pushed open the doors and walked in.
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Post by kat22 on Mar 21, 2012 19:25:24 GMT -5
Freya’s crankiness had begun to fade by now, she couldn’t be in a bad mood on a job, and it didn’t look good to have a Death Eater going into a rage in the middle of a crowded area, this one had to be a bit more secretive. Edmund, however, was perhaps even crankier than he had been before.
“Yes, don’t ask me why they didn’t give me everything, I probably know just about as much as you do.” She respond with a scowl of her own, she wasn’t happy about being ticked off of the favorites list for now, at least she hadn’t been punished. And Edmund was on the right track there, if the snitch was wrong, well, they wouldn’t be able to be wrong ever again. “I’ll help,” she said suddenly, breaking her own train of thought, “If the snitch is wrong I really won’t be happy, and I’m already in a bad mood.” When Freya was in a bad mood, you could only tell the difference from her usual mood by how much she talked or interacted with others. If Freya was pissed, she wouldn’t speak, she would just do, no matter what the consequences may be. Of course, that was probably what had gotten their previous, nearly unsuccessful, job to be just a failure.
“Customers can be taken care of, its mistakes that I’m more worried about.” Freya muttered sourly, following her partner closely behind, her own wand at the ready. As she entered she saw that there were two young people in the shop, a girl and a boy. Both fit the practically non-existent description that they had been given, young and inside Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop. Well, if there happened to be collateral damage Freya wouldn’t be too happy, but it wouldn’t be too bad. No witnesses meant nobody to trouble her, and Freya was perfectly fine with that.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2012 22:59:10 GMT -5
Grace furrowed her brow in thought. "I don't like...black," she finally decided, fingering the pages in her hands in thought. "And yes, black is a colour! I can't believe some people don't think it is." She shook her head to emphasize her point. "Now that's a colour I don't like. Too dark and gloomy. I love yellow, though. It's my favourite too."
She clutched the paper closer to her with a smile when he allowed her to take some, and running across the room to set it down on the counter and neatly rip off a few pages, she heard the front door open again. She'd need to hurry if she didn't want to get caught by them, though she guessed she could just pass herself off as a worker and say she was 'testing it out' or something.
Regardless, she quickly took the pages and was about to turn around when another quill caught her eye. This one was purple, shining with nearly a hundred different shades in it, and with a beaming grin, she ran her finger along the smooth edge.
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Post by kat11 on Mar 21, 2012 23:53:38 GMT -5
Nodding in agreement, Septimus grinned, “I would have to agree with you there, it is such a depressing color and it doesn’t really fit with anything. Maybe that is why I love working here, so many colorful quills to see and use!” he laughed suddenly, “Maybe that is why I work here instead of over with you and Seff, I’m sure I’d enjoy the company more but honestly, books are all so dull looking with their dusty covers and white pages.”
He sat down on top of the counter, smiling, as he watched Grace run off to take some of the ‘pretty’ paper for herself. Septimus was about to yell across the store that the minister of magic was coming or something, just to tease Grace, but before he could say anything he heard the door to the shop open. Quickly jumping off of the counter he put on his work smile and turned to see two cranky looking people in the entrance to his shop. He was ready to help them when he saw that they both had their wands out, and both looked liked they meant business.
“May I help you?” he asked confidently, wondering what was going on and really not feeling so confident inside.
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Post by Edmund Thaddeus Roderick on Mar 22, 2012 16:19:18 GMT -5
Edmund scowled as he approached the man, looking him up and down. He was probably the one they had been sent after, but he didn't quite want to take chances. God knows it never got them into anything good.
"Tell us of your business with the Order," he snarled, lowering his wand to grab him by the throat and push him up against the wall. He knew that Freya was right behind him, ready to back him up if need be, and he didn't need to look back to see that she was still there.
He hoped they were alone in the shop. He hadn't seen anyone when they'd come in, and the lack of any screams or gasps settled his nerves somewhat. Though he was somewhat put off by the fact that this man didn't seem to match Grace's description of her boss and good friend, he hoped that there was a third worker that she had not told him about.
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Post by kat22 on Mar 22, 2012 17:47:56 GMT -5
Stepping beside Edmund, Freya arched an eyebrow at the young man before them, he didn’t look like much and the thought crossed her mind that perhaps he wasn’t the one they were looking for. The thought passed though as she realized that there was nobody else in the store that she could see, there would be noises if there were.
Freya was knocked from her thinking by a bang, Edmund had pushed the boy up against the wall violently, asking what his business was with the order. She moved to where their target could see both her and her partner, hoping to intimidate him with the sneer that was set in her features and the eyes that could chip ice. As if he wasn’t scared enough after being shoved up against the wall by Edmund.
Hopefully Edmund wouldn’t take too long doing whatever he was doing, she wanted to get the job over with so that they could leave. She had absolutely no wish to have a repeat of their last one, the mess up was still fresh in her mind. Her sleep was rough, as it usually was after something that gruesome. She could act all she wanted, but the ice went only so far into her, there was a spot that was never safe, and therefore was to be kept enclosed at all times.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2012 23:08:10 GMT -5
Grace hurriedly tucked the two pages into her bag, making sure they were safe and not at any risk of being bent between two hardcover books. After closing it up again and hefting it down onto the ground where it wouldn't be in the way, she grinned and turned back to Septimus.
Right as someone shoved him into the wall.
Panic swelled in her, and she fumbled with her wand. "Expecto Patronum," she murmured, watching the silver rabbit hop through the window and hoping it would get to where it needed to go before she did something stupid and got herself hurt.
The spell sent, she marched over with a scowl. "Hey!" she yelled, glaring at the two people--a man and a woman. She could only see them from the back, and the man had the hood of his robe up. "What the hell do you think you're doing? He's not from the Order, I am!" She knew it was a stupid move, as she got the feeling they were Death Eaters come to kill her, but she was not going to let Septimus get hurt so that
The woman turned to face her, and Grace got the feeling that she was almost bored. Anger bubbling up in her, Grace shoved past her with a push and grabbed the man with a growl. Her hand tightened on his shoulders and she pulled back, unbalancing him and causing him to drop Septimus.
"Who do you think you a--"
She lost her balance, almost falling backwards, shock plastered all over her face. No, it wasn't Edmund. He wasn't a Death Eater. He couldn't be.
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Post by kat11 on Mar 22, 2012 23:31:50 GMT -5
Sure, Septimus had gotten a really bad feeling when the two ‘customers’ had entered his shop, but surely they couldn’t be that bad.
How wrong he was...
Within moments of the thought he was slammed back against the wall by the man, being yelled at with something about The Order. “I’m not in The Order.” He choked out, feeling light headed from fear and the hand that cut off the majority of his oxygen supply.
Septimus was terrified. What did the two people want? The man looked angry and upset and the woman... the woman just looked like she didn’t care, or wouldn’t care. In any case, neither intruder was very comforting and the fact that he was being shoved against the wall by his throat really didn’t do much to help.
He was getting ready to do something, anything, when he heard Grace shout. “Shut up.” He croaked, wanting her to say no more. If she got herself hurt while he was struggling in the grip of another he was never going to forgive himself. But wait, Grace was in the Order? She couldn’t be, maybe she was just trying to help him. At any rate, she was putting herself in danger whether they believed her or not.
Then Grace was ripping the hood of one of the Death Eaters (for that was what they quite obviously were) and the recognition and shock on her face worried him, what was going on?
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Post by Edmund Thaddeus Roderick on Mar 23, 2012 0:02:51 GMT -5
"You're lying!" Edmund hissed, an unspoken thread simmering in his voice like poison. Why hadn't they been given clearer instructions? What if it was the wrong man, and they were risking blowing cover?
If they were, he knew Freya would take care of things and kill this man before he could breathe a word of it. The thought unsettled him, but as long as he wasn't around for it, then what he didn't know couldn't hurt him, right?
The man writhed beneath his grip, and he tightened with a snarl. There was a crash of a bookbag being thrown to the ground behind them and Edmund realized they weren't quite as alone as they had thought, and felt Freya turn to investigate.
Whoever it was yelled something--Edmund was too busy looking for the faint trace of fraud in the man's face to make out the words exactly, though they sounded like a girl's. Probably the Quill Shop owner. Great, the last thing they needed was bystanders. Too late he realized that it might not have hurt too much to take a quick sweep of the place before they confronted him.
A hand grasped his shoulder and unbalanced him, dislodging the hood from his head and causing him to let go of the man. He whipped around angrily with his teeth bared, wand at the ready. What he was not expecting was Grace's face staring horrifiedly back at him.
He felt his chest tighten and his breath catch, and knew that he was going to catch hell for it from Freya later. If she didn't kill him first. Her lecture about compassion blinked in his memory briefly before being replaced with utter horror. Grace was in the Order? She was the one they'd been ordered to kill?
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