Miles Stebbins (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} soddinghell) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} all_roads, |
Brow furrowing as the parchment was shoved in her hand, Hestia looked down, but let out an indignant sound as she was summarily dragged along behind him. Catching up to him so she no longer had to be dragged, she looked down at the parchment as she opened her mouth to scold him. And then she lost all ability to breathe as she stared down at the words.
She is now ours. If you tell the public, if you involve the Auror Department or the Order, she will die.
Below the words was the design that had been found in several attacks of the Death Eaters over the months, a design that was apparently the new banner of the former followers of Voldemort. Who it was in detail she did not know, but she felt certain she knew who was behind this.
Her grip on his hand vice-like now, she ignored her skirts hampering her, as clutching them meant letting go of him, which was impossible, or the parchment in her hand. Instead, she simply rushed along next to him.
Miles was having a brilliant night. As far as he was concerned, everyone in the Ministry should have a birthday party because it brought the loveliest women in the wizarding world out of the bleeding woodwork. He was easily booked for dates for the next month, about to move into the second month with the luscious redhead in front of him, right until Ernie wrecked his tempo. However, the sharp note of his best mate's voice, he turned and scanned the room, knowing Ernie meant Hannah. Still, he didn't stop joking.
"I don't know, Macmillan, maybe she was bored with your sorry arse and took a walk with that other bloke," he said, but when he didn't actually see Hannah, he went on alert. It was too soon since Hestia. And then the Minister and the previously kidnapped person in question were there and the redhead was totally forgotten as he moved close to them.
"Come where? Find who? What the fuck is going-" Miles stopped briefly as Hestia, her face so pale it appeared bloodless, stepped extremely close to him and held up the parchment in her shaking hand. He scanned it, paused, then let loose. "Holy fuck. HOLY FUCK. SHE-"
"Shut up," Hestia hissed, panicked eyes roaming those close to them to see if they were paying attention. Right now, the threat was real and all they could do was follow the instructions, not knowing who might be in disguise. "Don't you dare say it out loud."
She is now ours. If you tell the public, if you involve the Auror Department or the Order, she will die.
Below the words was the design that had been found in several attacks of the Death Eaters over the months, a design that was apparently the new banner of the former followers of Voldemort. Who it was in detail she did not know, but she felt certain she knew who was behind this.
Her grip on his hand vice-like now, she ignored her skirts hampering her, as clutching them meant letting go of him, which was impossible, or the parchment in her hand. Instead, she simply rushed along next to him.
Miles was having a brilliant night. As far as he was concerned, everyone in the Ministry should have a birthday party because it brought the loveliest women in the wizarding world out of the bleeding woodwork. He was easily booked for dates for the next month, about to move into the second month with the luscious redhead in front of him, right until Ernie wrecked his tempo. However, the sharp note of his best mate's voice, he turned and scanned the room, knowing Ernie meant Hannah. Still, he didn't stop joking.
"I don't know, Macmillan, maybe she was bored with your sorry arse and took a walk with that other bloke," he said, but when he didn't actually see Hannah, he went on alert. It was too soon since Hestia. And then the Minister and the previously kidnapped person in question were there and the redhead was totally forgotten as he moved close to them.
"Come where? Find who? What the fuck is going-" Miles stopped briefly as Hestia, her face so pale it appeared bloodless, stepped extremely close to him and held up the parchment in her shaking hand. He scanned it, paused, then let loose. "Holy fuck. HOLY FUCK. SHE-"
"Shut up," Hestia hissed, panicked eyes roaming those close to them to see if they were paying attention. Right now, the threat was real and all they could do was follow the instructions, not knowing who might be in disguise. "Don't you dare say it out loud."