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Post by kat22 on Mar 23, 2012 8:08:49 GMT -5
The boy looked terrified, weren’t Order members supposed to be brave, defiant even? He was just a kid, probably barely out of Hogwarts. If he was the one that it was oh-so-important to kill, then the snitch had lost his marbles because there was no way that the boy was a danger to the cause. Freya frowned then, hearing a girl’s voice, damn, collateral damage it is, she though with a cranky turn of her head. Why couldn’t this one just go nice and quick? There always had to be something going on…
Ah well.
And then the girl was shouting that she was the one they were after, and it made sense after all, for she was older and obviously braver than the kid. Freya lifted her wand, ready to curse the girl, but before she did anything Edmund’s hood was thrown back and the two stared at each other in shock and horror.
Oh hell… They knew each other, didn’t they? Freya turned her now even more cranky glare upon her companion, putting every cent of frustration into it, wanting him to know that if he messed this up any more that she was going to be pissed (more so than she already was) and that he was a dead man. Now feeling the at least something had to go right she hissed, “Drop the kid and let me finish the job. Let’s get this over with.” Her mind also snapped back to their conversation in the bar, and how much compassion Edmund had shown.
What a strange sight they must have been, the terrified, bemused boy, the two shocked, horrified people staring at each other, and the irate woman glaring at them all. If possible, this job was turning out to be worse than their last mess up.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2012 10:52:38 GMT -5
Grace felt the tension rising in the room, so thick she could cut it with a knife. Yet all she think of was Edmund, and that Edmund was a Death Eater, that Edmund had come here to kill her. Sure, he'd thought that Septimus was the one that he had been assigned to, but that changed very, very little.
"What are..." She swallowed. "You're a Death Eater?"
Her stomach dropped like a stone, and she took a step or two back until she fell against a sales rack. She'd apologize for the items that went crashing down around her later.
Edmund looked as shocked as she did, and didn't say anything. He looked oddly unaffected for someone who'd just been threatening to kill someone, much less someone who was only eighteen. Septimus was young, and Edmund should have known right off the bat that he was not but out for being an Order member at all. Edmund was smarter than that.
Shock quickly dissipated and turned to anger, and with a growl Grace pushed herself from her perch and bared her teeth in a curl of her lips. "I should have known," she sneered. "You've been playing this game from the start."
Pulling out her wand from her pocket, she pointed it at the other woman. "I'd like to see you try," she snarled, her eyes glinting with something dangerous. She didn't risk a glance to the door, willing her Patronus to hurry up and find where it needed to be. She didn't trust Edmund at the moment, and should he and the other woman gang up on her, she and Septimus would stand no chance.
So for now she walked slowly over until she was standing in front of Septimus, shielding him from anything that might happen. And she would not move, no matter what. It was her fault he had been pulled into this mess; she would not allow him to be hurt because of it.
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Post by kat11 on Mar 23, 2012 12:07:41 GMT -5
Septimus was gasping for breath, he had dropped like a stone when released from Edmund’s tight grasp and now sat, rather dazedly, on the floor. He sat, unable to do much for the time being, watching the tension rise between Grace and the male Death Eater. His eyes flicked between them, occasionally glancing at the angry woman before going back to his friend.
Grace’s original expression of shock was quickly turning to anger and the racks that fell went unnoticed by the boy as he watched. There was far too much going on for him to worry about how his shop would fare.
But the woman’s tone of voice when she suggested that they hurry up and finish ‘the job’ that was obviously killing Grace, Septimus moved. His throat was sore but he snatched his wand from his jacket pocket, pointing it at the man. Not that he could do much; he didn’t particularly want to spell anyone until he knew what was going on and he was so shaky that he was sure his aim would be very off if he tried..
Then Grace was pulling out her wand and standing like a protective barrier in front of him and he didn’t have the Death Eater in his sights. “Grace, move.” He croaked, wanting to do something, anything before the feeling of useless helplessness overwhelmed him.
Maybe he could hit the woman; her wand was aimed at Grace after all. Well, they were aiming at each other and it looked like a showdown was going down in Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop. But she was terrifying, and if Septimus missed, both Grace and him were done for.
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Post by Edmund Thaddeus Roderick on Mar 26, 2012 12:04:11 GMT -5
Edmund gritted his teeth, already regretting how the day was turning out. He couldn't kill Grace; he wouldn't. Anyone else, and he would be more than able to bring himself to kill them. But not Grace.
He watched as Grace's shock turned to fury, and shame burned in his gut as he answered, "Yes. I am." Managing to swallow and jerk his head at Grace, he set his mouth into a tight line. "And you're part of the Order?" This was going wrong; so wrong. When they'd been told that their target worked at Tomes and Scrolls, he hadn't expected the target to be Grace. No, the thought hadn't crossed his mind.
Following her movements with his eyes, Edmund hung his head as Grace stepped in front of the boy. He tried to push her away, to defend himself, but Grace held strong. He knew this side of her--the protective nature she possessed, an immovable object when it came to protecting those weaker than her. The almost impulsive nature and the selflessness she showed. He envied her for it.
He held his head in his hands, massaging his temples against the headache that was burning in the top of his skull. "We don't need to do this, Freya," he told his partner, shaking his head slightly. "We can just say we were overpowered, or we lost them, or something. We can...we don't need to kill them." Taking his head out of his hands, he looked at her, pleading. "We can just leave them. They're not going to say anything."
ooc; sorry sorry oh my lord i would have written better but my head feels like it's going to explode sorry
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Post by kat22 on Mar 26, 2012 17:36:27 GMT -5
Seeing the obvious hesitation and indecision that was plaguing her partner’s mind, Freya’s eyes narrowed. If he backed out of it, well, she’d have to do it herself. What did Edmund matter in the whole scheme of things? When it came between her life and his, the clear answer was that she mattered more. Freya may have had her weaknesses, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t do what needed to be done for her own good.
Then Edmund’s head was lowering, and it looked almost as if he were admitting defeat, or at least, that was how Freya’s boiling mind took it. She was about ready to shout when he spoke, silencing her at his words. Now, there was nothing to say, for once in her life, Freya was speechless.
It took a moment’s spluttering before words could be formed, “We don’t need to do this? What kind of death eater are you???” Freya was at the point where every muscle in her body was tensed, eyes narrowed, lips forming a thin line. “I will not risk my reputation, and potentially my life, for these… these…” she stopped, unable to express herself fully.
“It doesn’t matter that they’re not going to say anything, the others will check on them to make sure we’ve done the job right. We’ve messed up once this month already, do so again and there is nothing for us.” Freya’s wand hand had fallen to her side and she whipped it up now, stalking around Edmund to get a clear shot at the target and her friend. “Don’t get in my way Edmund.” She said, mouth opening to form a spell, the Cruciatus Curse first, Freya needed to let loose some of the frustration that was threatening to explode inside of her. Ooc: No worries!!! Now would be a good time to bring Seff in.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2012 15:44:23 GMT -5
There were days, Seff thought, that never seemed to end. Mind you, there were days that went far to fast, the minutes blending into the hours and before he knew it night (or in some cases, day) had come and it was over.
He'd been waiting for Grace to return with Septimus for far longer than what he was comfortable for. Twitching over his harp, he played the song he had the past three times despite just having made it up in his head with a scowl. If she wasn't in some sort of trouble, Grace would have a lot of explaining to do. But perhaps he was just worrying too much.
A draft caught his face, and with the deepening of his frown he tried to recall when he had opened a window. Setting the stringed instrument back down on its stand, he stood to go close it.
He didn't know whether or not he was surprised to see the silvery hare stuck in between the frame and the window itself, and instantly Seff was grabbing his wand and haphazardly slinging his coat over his arms in an attempt to rush out the door. The rabbit leapt down the street, bounding from spot to spot with wiry agility, and Seff ran close behind. He wasn't surprised when it evaporated upon bounding through the doors to the Quill Shop, and Seff quickly rushed in the door.
"Grace!" he called out, immediately feeling the eyes of all four people in the small store turn towards him. He recognized three--Grace, Septimus, and Edmund--but the dark woman was new. Her eyes were hard and her expression angry, and he saw the hint of a curse on her lips as her wand was trained on Grace. Grace herself stood in front of Septimus, shielding the boy from harm, and Edmund was just...standing there. Not doing much for either party.
What are you doing? Seff just stopped himself from asking. He knew. He always had. There was something almost dark about the man, something that Seff has always shied away from. He hadn't looked further for Grace's sake--she could look after herself; she didn't need Seff glowering over her shoulder like her mother at all times--but now he saw everything.
His lip curled in the hint of a snarl, and he made quick work of walking over so he was slightly in front of Grace, his wand on the woman as well. "Get out of here," he growled, how voice low. "Go home. Now." He didn't mean to sound like an angry older sibling, but he knew that as strong as Grace was, she couldn't take on two Deatheaters at once. He, however, had some chance of making a bargain with them, of getting himself out alive. And she knew that, too. If she had any sense--which he knew that she did--she'd follow his order.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2012 15:58:36 GMT -5
Grace was relieved beyond belief when Seff showed up. Though anger was working hard to fight off any sense of fear she had, her vision was starting to blur and her knees shake. The woman she knew was much stronger than herself--she had never really been one for magic; her strength lay in potions and studies, though she was not unable to defend herself. She wouldn't be in the Order if she could not.
She almost sagged against Seff's back as he stood in front of her, just stopping herself from gasping in a breath. The other Deatheater seemed like a lose canon, losing her temper even with her partner when their work required teamwork more than anything. And she's getting angry at Edmund, she thought angrily, but cut it off before she could think further. No. She would not defend him. She'd given him her trust, and he'd lost it. With an angry shake of her head, she squeezed the back of Seff's elbow to express her gratitude and then quickly straightened herself back up; for Septimus's sake.
With urgency making her head spin, she grabbed the younger man's sleeve, quickly tugging him towards the door. As she started to move away she heard Seff stiffen and mutter "Don't you fucking dare," most likely at Edmund's Deatheater partner--she'd thank him later. For now, she just needed to get Septimus out of here.
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Post by kat11 on Mar 29, 2012 8:51:29 GMT -5
Things were getting completely out of hand and Septimus knew, he just knew, that if there was no interference something awful was going to happen, most likely the death of Grace, he, or the both of them. Once again, he was ready to act, but the look on the face of the woman death eater shocked him, she looked as if all regular thought was missing, all everything. She just looked... plain angry. And she was going to curse Grace, and there was a shout from the entrance of the shop.
“Seff!” Septimus quietly cried in relief – quietly because of his terror and still sore throat. The sight of the man made him feel that all just might be right again, if only the two death eaters could just disappear.
It took a moment of tugging before Sep realized that Grace was trying to pull him away. He followed dazedly, the whole experience feeling rather like a dream, neither good nor bad, for he was losing any sense of the scope of the situation.
Septimus turned back, glancing at Seff, the man was in danger. Not many people would be able to take on two Death Eaters, one of whom was angry beyond belief, the other seemed like a very good wizard. But there was nothing he could do and he trailed after the urgent Grace. He was going to have to seriously thank her and Seff afterwards, there was nothing quite like the gratitude he knew he would be feeling once the shock wore off.
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Post by kat22 on Mar 29, 2012 9:03:49 GMT -5
The curse was literally on the tip of her tongue, her lips forming the unforgivable words when there came a shout of “Grace!” Freya turned her head slightly, looking out of the corner of her eye to see the man in the doorway. He looked pissed, furious even, and Freya snarled. The day was not going as planned! If one more thing happened, she would leave, just leave. Edmund could do whatever he wanted.
Then he was standing in front of her target, wand trained at her as hers was now trained on him. It was a face off, one angry glare facing another. ”Don’t you fucking dare.” she could see rather than hear coming from the man across from her. “You’re rather brave.” She hissed, testing his personality.
He was obviously close to this ‘Grace’ and probably close to the boy as well, meaning that he had care on his side or whatever it was that the ‘good side’ had. Freya had her ability to nearly completely lose all mercy. She would not hold back against him, he was unknown to her and had threatened the operation, hence leaving her without a doubt that she could kill him and be pretty damn fine about it.
If he went quietly that is, Freya hated arguing, she was good at it, but sometimes there was that one word or sentence that would just maker her lose all reason, or anything that might have kept her sane. For Freya had the potential to go absolutely insane if she let herself go. “I’d chase after your dear friends, they’re all alone without you and I might have to send Edmund or myself after them.” This was just a threat, Edmund wouldn’t be doing any killing any time soon it seemed.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2012 13:08:07 GMT -5
As Grace and Septimus headed hurriedly out the door, the former leading the latter roughly by the shirtsleeve, Seff didn't flinch at the woman's words. She meant it, but she was waiting. Waiting for something. Waiting for what? "They can take care of themselves," he responded, dismissing the threat.
Edmund. She was waiting for Edmund. To move, to speak, to do something, anything. Her eyes flicker unintentionally towards him, and though Seff was not surprised when he ran after them, she seemed to be. The male Deatheater wouldn't hurt the two, of that much Seff was completely sure. He let him slip out the door after the two, and kept his eyes trained carefully on the girl the whole way.
Something flashed in her eyes for less than a second, so quickly had he blinked he would have missed it. But it was there, the split-second of compassion that had snuck past her cold exterior. She was only human, after all.
"You care for him," he told her. It wasn't a question, it was a fact. One that he, nor Edmund, or anyone was supposed to know. He was her partner and nothing else. There were no emotional attachments, no feelings, and certainly no friendships. Acquaintances were the closest thing to it that was allowed. "Don't bother denying it. I can see it in your eyes."
He lowered his wand, a move he knew put him in a very vulnerable position but let her know he was open to compromise. Here, without the others to overhear and perhaps sway the Deatheater's judgement, he could reason with her.
The little bit of information he had was crucial. She was his marionette--he had found weakness, and from it he could very well have bring her to her knees. And he would have, was he not an honorable man and Grace's life not at stake.
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Post by kat22 on Apr 3, 2012 14:31:43 GMT -5
Edmund was running! Running after the stupid boy and her target! No way, no bloody way was she ever going to forgive him. This was two botched jobs, and Freya would be catching hell for it. If he ever came within her sights again.... Well, let s just say for now that it wouldn’t be pretty. She would, as it were, ‘lose her cool.’
It was really a shock that he’d done so, although the surprise wasn’t quite as severe as it could have been. The conversation in the Leaky Cauldron that she’d had with him had left her doubting his loyalties. Now, her mind was clear as to who he had chosen to aid. Freya didn’t want this. She had always felt that Edmund was one of the few who she could talk to and be herself, the self that wasn’t all about being the bully. Not that she ever truly let herself be, nobody would ever respect her again if she did. But now it was Edmund, Edmund who was letting his real being shine through. Damn him and his sentimental actions.
And then, and then, the stupid, brave man in front of her was saying that she cared for the fool.
“Care for him? After what he’s just done? To hell with that.” He was saying how he could see her compassion and she hissed angrily, immediately closing off once again, sealing herself off and letting only anger out. Freya sent a chilly glare his way; if looks could kill, her opponent would be in the very deepest circles of hell.
Her mind was absolutely reeling, from anger and confusion (although I’m sure one could tell which dominated). How had he seen any compassion or care whatsoever? How was it even remotely possible? Freya was in denial, for she had (since the age of 14) forced herself to feeling nothing for anybody. And yet some way, somehow, a sort of bond had been formed. But there was no way that Freya was going to let the confusion win, and in her moment of fear at being read correctly for once, any emotions she felt were turned to anger. It was an anger seen in those who had cracked and lost any inhibitions in that aspect.
Her wand was somehow raised even higher now, being gripped with an intensity that would have broken a weaker wand had she held it. Fortunately for Freya, her wand was quite a sturdy thing.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2012 11:59:26 GMT -5
Seff scoffed, crossing his arms. She was very angry, but he hadn't expected her to be anything but. The grip she held her wand in wager mint have frightened a lesser man, but Seff had done this before with far more dangerous people.
"Don't lie to me," he warned her, his eyes lighting with a spark of fervor as he saw the fleeting glimmer of uncertainty flash across hers. "It won't get you anywhere here. I can see through you like a pane of glass, don't waste your efforts trying."
She looked as though she was on the verge of breaking, of smiting him with all her power. If she were just angry about Edmund's disloyalty, she would not have reacted so.
What was it, then, that vexed her so? Fleeting snippets of Grace complaining about Order members being killed sparked in his memory, and one in particular stood out among the rest. Not a week before, a couple in the Order had been found brutally murdered--an assassination gone wrong. Edmund usually came to visit Grace twice a week, but they had not seen it since.
Was that their doing? If it was, then she was angry because this would be the second mission to have blown up in their face. Yes, that made sense enough. The desperation that glittered in the Deatheater's eyes spoke for itself. She needed this mission over and done with to regain their reputations once more.
Of course, the whole thought process had taken little over a second to pass through his mind, and he continued his sentence as though there had never been a break. "But it's not that, isn't it?" he pondered, choosing his words carefully. "You're angry about something else. Your career is on the line right now, is it not? This mission was supposed to be easy and quick, and it turned out to be neither. Edmund made sure of that."
Taking a step and beginning to slowly pace around the Deatheater, never taking his eyes off of her, he continued. "Don't bother trying to tell me different. I'll know. You want Grace dead, but Edmund won't let that happen." He wanted her angry, though not so angry that she would kill him. Anger caused people to make irrational decisions, and he could use Freya's irritation to his advantage. "What will you do?"
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Post by kat22 on Apr 4, 2012 21:31:49 GMT -5
If her whole reputation, or possibly even her life, wasn’t at stake, Freya might have tried to leave. She could have just slipped away – if only she hadn’t gone to Scrivenshaft’s for a very particular reason...
Freya was smart, but the man before her was obviously smarter. If her usual mind games weren’t going to work (she wouldn’t even bother trying) then what could she do? Never before had she seriously thought about what to do in a situation, her impulsive nature generally helped her along with finishing things quickly.
But he was speaking again, and speaking well. Every word he said was true and as he’d pointed out, lying was useless. Alright then, that was how he was going to be? The smart one, the self-righteous one. You see, Freya’s opponent had something on his side, and that would be the slight fact that he was there for the safety of another. Freya was living as she had always lived, for herself, to keep herself alive.
The woman had always been aware of the reasoning behind The Order’s fight, she’d heard them speak of love, innocence, and whatever else they believed the Dark Lord to be against. What she couldn’t understand was the power behind friendship and love and family, for her life had been filled with teachings of hate and disdain.
“Precicely.” Freya responded, tone scathing and mood darkening to become less uncontrollable anger and more directed disdain. “It is my job to kill Grace, and both you an Edmund are standing smack in the middle of my way.” She didn’t like the way that Grace’s ‘guardian angel’ was circling her, it made her feel lesser (which of course she was but she would never admit to it, for while she was pretty damn good at magic, her thoughts process couldn't match that of the man before her).
“That is in fact a very good question, what will I do?” Freya snipped with a subtle narrowing of her eyes. She paused then, tapping a bright red fingernail against her chin rather harder then she should have. “I’m going to see what exactly you want with me, since you should know all about what I want with you.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2012 14:19:10 GMT -5
Seff narrowed is eyes at her words, relief with het finally lowering her wand and posing as less of a threat quickly dissipating with the thrill of contemplating his next move.
Good, she knew her place. Seff got the idea that she didn't have to answer to people very often, and was often the one in charge--save the Dark Lord. She even had that attitude around Edmund, who was a follower anyways, so they had been paired well. Despite the fact that Edmund very well might be the worst Deatheater in history.
Quicker than she could blink he'd gone through all possible actions. Of them killing her seemed the easiest course of action, though not one he would ever dream of even considering. If he had more time and less at stake he could twist her train of thought to perhaps leave the Deatheaters and help them, but that very well might get her killed, and he wouldn't have that on his conscience. He could break her down, bring her to her knees, break her, but that wouldn't do them much good. No, if he had her where she was right now, she could come in handy.
"I don't want anything with you personally," he told her, pausing in his pacing to stand directly in front of her a little easy away. "You want me dead. You want Grace dead, too. Right now you wouldn't mind Edmund joining those ranks either, but come tomorrow you'll regret it."
Picking at his collared shirt, he leaned against the wall. "You must know that I'm not in the Order. I'm not compelled to follow the same...code of honour as them." His eyes darkened with his words as he spoke. Someone with the same background as him was unfit for the Order. While his sense of justice may have been of the strongest Gryffindor had ever seen, some of his methods were slightly unorthodox by normal standards. As long as lives were never put directly in harm's way, he would do take extreme measures to do what needed to be done. In a way, he guessed he was bound, but more from his morals than from a strict set of rules.
Should push come to shove, he would not engage Freya. She was compromised and therefore at an unfair disadvantage. Luckily for him, he knew she would not. "You'll go back to the Dark Lord and tell him that Grace is dead," he told her. "You say there were no witnesses, no mess, and no body to be found. Make up the other details as you will, but leave the rest to me."
With the last sentence his tone softened and his stony composure was dropped. He couldn't afford her thinking he was telling anything but the truth, not when his dearest friend was in danger. It was a risky move, letting her gain some power back by not being the only vulnerable one, but a necessary one in order to ensure her trust in him.
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Post by kat22 on Apr 5, 2012 15:43:14 GMT -5
Freya kept her face stony, not being in the best of moods it was the better choice between the many expressions she could adopt, it was the least compromising of her position. “Good, I don’t want anything to do with you either. I’m glad we got that over with.” She replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes subtly at his words. “How, may I ask, might I regret it? I’m sure the three of you dead would help me quite a lot actually.” It would, she might just be back in the Dark Lord’s favor and that was right where she wanted to be.
Freya was surprised to hear that the man was not a part of the Order, he seemed the type after all. Although, finding that information out gave her no comfort, for as he had said, he didn’t have the same code of honour. Not only that, but Freya wasn’t quite as ready to kill an innocent(?) man not part of the Order for no particular reason other than vexation – no matter how vexed she was.
So Freya was at a bit of a dilemma... Or rather, she was, until the man spoke again. The plan sounded good, but there was no way that she trusted him, and the way he told her to do it made her inner rebel stiffen. “I have absolutely no reason to trust you,” she snarled.
His nature seemed more sincere now, and Freya was having difficulties deciding what the hell she was going to do in this ridiculously messed up situation. “You might want to do something about Edmund as well, unless you want him incapacitated.” Freya said, her voice monotone. For if she came near her partner any time soon, she had no idea what she would do, angry as she was. One of Freya’s highest morals (and perhaps her only moral) was her sense of loyalty. Sure, her loyalty may not have been on the right side, but once acquainted with somebody, the code was loyalty and nothing else. Freya was highly loyal to both family, and to what she might (very reluctantly) call friends.
Nothing was higher in her life, and Edmund’s actions in Scrivenshaft’s left Freya feeling that she had been betrayed, making Edmund very high on her list of people she would love to curse.
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