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Tweak says, "Weasley ain't my king!"

erniemacattack (erniemacattack) wrote in attheclose,
@ 2011-05-03 23:31:00

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character: ernie macmillan

Alecto kicks Ernie's arse. Fun times had by all. Rating highish. <3

Ernie had spent days trying to figure out to best suss out information from the Carrows. He had determined that, perhaps, Alecto would be the easiest target, but he still didn't know what to do or say. Every way he considered it, it resulted in a rather unfortunate end for himself.

But he'd resolved himself to try anyway.

Ernie walked himself to Alecto's office, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door. He had given thought to finding a time when she wouldn't be there and just breaking and entering. But if he got caught doing that, he wasn't sure even his pureblood status could save him. So he thought he'd try his (rather terrified) hand at being deceptive through conversation.

It was a pity he was a Hufflepuff. He wasn't really well suited for this sort of thing.

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modnpc
2011-05-04 08:12 pm UTC (link)

Though she'd argued with Amycus over who should get what office when they came to Hogwarts, Alecto had settled for the smaller one, even if it meant she practically dwarfed the desk where lessons and essays and sweets wrappers were crumpled. She supposed it had been Flitwick's, or that perhaps the odious little man was sneaking in and making it a little smaller each day.

The knock on the door roused her from consideration of just that, and her mouth screwed up for some new disagreement. Alecto hadn't been expecting anyone.

"Come in," she barked, eyes narrowing on the tow-headed boy who entered. Not just any boy, of course, the Head boy. What could the nancy little badger want with her?

"Macmillan."

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erniemacattack
2011-05-06 03:17 am UTC (link)

Ernie managed to keep himself from wincing at her tone of voice, instead offering a small smile. Not that it would help matters, of course, but anything else might be read as antagonistic, and that wouldn't help matters.

Though, with the Carrows, a smile was probably going to be read as antagonistic as well.

"Good afternoon, Professor Carrow. I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment."

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	modnpc 2011-05-06 03:53 pm UTC (link)
	Alecto was not a subtle woman, and her look was incredulous. "About what, exactly?" Truthfully, she was bored to tears, or would have been, if the last time she'd cried hadn't been her infancy. Ernie would give her some sport, at least, and she leaned forward against her desk, bulky and sly. "I'm a very busy woman, you know." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

erniemacattack
2011-05-07 04:39 am UTC (link)

This was the part of the conversation he really should have figured out before hand. And he had, sort of, though he suspected he hadn't thought it through to nearly the extent that he needed. But it was really too late now.

"I know you're incredibly busy, Professor Carrow, so I really hope this won't take long. You see, I've been concerned because there have been rumours flying about students not coming back from Holiday and the sorts of things that might mean. I was wondering if you had any knowledge on the subject that might help me quell any signs of rebellion."

Oh Merlin, that wasn't subtle at all.

"I thought, perhaps, also that I could inquire about joining the I.S. Just to keep myself more appropriately informed. And the additional authority would again quite help in terms of keeping students in line. So that I don't have to bother you quite so often."

Ugh. That was the worst possible idea, and Ernie rather regretted the words coming out of his mouth. He was entirely sure this would not end well.

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modnpc
2011-05-08 03:02 am UTC (link)

Alecto could hardly believe what she was hearing. This little imp actually expected to be of some use to her? It was highly likely his motives were his own, but Alecto could appreciate selfishness... at least as long as it took to find out why he was really sitting in her office.

"Why the sudden interest, Macmillan? I would of course be delighted to welcome the Head Boy to the Inquisitorial Squad," she said airily, or at least as much as a woman of her stature and bulk could manage. Her grin was yellow and mean. "But I'd want to be sure he'd have something to offer."

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erniemacattack
2011-05-10 12:58 am UTC (link)

Ernie could feel his heart racing, and he wasn't entirely sure what to say next, as he looked at the She-Carrow who was every bit as disgusting as she had always been. He was really wishing that he'd told Neville 'no'. He wasn't entirely sure this was worth it.

Unless he actually found out something useful about Ginny or any of the others. Or anything what was being planned.

"I just want to be as helpful as I can be, Professor Carrow. I would hate to be unaware of something important. And I'd certainly like to think that being Head Boy would be something to offer to the Inquisitorial Squad," he said after a moment.

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modnpc
2011-05-10 01:18 am UTC (link)

Alecto considered the Hufflepuff, the sheen of sweat she imagined she could see on his brow. He wasn't any more or less intimidated by her than any other student, but he was testing her, that much she was sure of.

"Mr. Macmillan, your senseless quibbling is no more than a momentary distraction," she barked, lips yanked as though by strings into a cruel, thin line. Alecto could play, too. "You don't want to end up like Ginny Weasley, do you?"

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erniemacattack
2011-05-10 01:41 am UTC (link)

His stomach dropped and Ernie wasn't entirely sure if his heart was still beating as he looked at her. So she did know something about Ginny, then. But how on earth was he going to get that information out of her?

While Ernie certainly liked to think he was incredibly smart, loyal, hardworking, all of those traits that belonged to a Hufflepuff, one thing he wasn't was conniving. And this conversation was really entirely out of his league.

"I suppose I'd have to know what happened to Ginny Weasley in order to fear ending up like her, Professor Carrow."

That was probably the wrong thing to say.

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modnpc
2011-05-10 01:55 am UTC (link)

Alecto's teeth were dull as chalk when she grinned.

"I'd be happy to assist you, Mr. Macmillan," she said in low growl, her bear like frame lurching clumsily out of her chair. Alecto Carrow had no idea what had become of Ginny Weasley, but she would give Ernie a taste of what she hoped was coming to the girl... as soon as the Dark Lord had the Weasley family.

Alecto might not have been a graceful woman, but she handled her wand like a club, and it was in her hand in an instant. "Crucio."

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erniemacattack
2011-05-10 02:17 am UTC (link)

Wrong thing to say indeed.

Ernie knew about the Cruciatus Curse. He knew how excruciating it was supposed to be, and he knew that the Carrows had been using it on students. But he realized that there was no understanding it, really, until you were experiencing it.

It was the most excruciating thing he'd ever experienced, and his thoughts were nowhere at all except on the pain he was feeling. He had no sense of anything, and the fact that he was no longer standing but instead on the floor went entirely unnoticed. He was too distracted by the Blinding. White. Hot. Pain.

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modnpc
2011-05-10 02:25 am UTC (link)

It was hardly sporting when they couldn't fight back, and this one hadn't much spirit in him to begin with. A flick of her wand and Alecto leaned one meaty hand against the desk, bending down to look into Ernie's face.

"Next time you think to come in here and smart mouth me, you remember that, will you?"

Let the Dark Lord find and kill Potter and their miserable business in this school be done.

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erniemacattack
2011-05-10 02:44 am UTC (link)

It took him a moment once the curse was done to realize that he wasn't in pain anymore. Because it wasn't true. The curse might have been done hurting him, but his entire body still hurt enough that it was almost hard to tell.

Looking up into the She-Carrow's face, he knew that he should just get himself off the floor and leave before it got worse. He clearly wasn't going to get any information out of her at this point, that whole prospect had entirely been blown.

But after the whole year of biting his tongue, he just didn't care anymore. So while he didn't exactly know what had possessed him, or even where on earth he'd found the strength, instead of leaving, he just glared. "...I will. But next time I do hope you remember to brush your teeth first. I daresay they're rotting."

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	modnpc 2011-05-10 02:52 am UTC (link)
	A few months ago Alecto might have laughed, but what patience she had with traitorous children was long spent. She slashed her wand in the air before Ernie's face, and a mark leapt across the fair skin of his cheek where she'd waved it, a bruise blossoming like grave moss. "Get out of my office, you little shit." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

erniemacattack
2011-05-10 03:49 am UTC (link)

Ernie slowly got to his feet, his hand having moved to his cheek, and he stared at Alecto for a moment before starting to back away towards the door. "...you won't win, you know. All of this, everything. You won't win," he said, not even thinking about the words that were coming out of his mouth.

"Because everything that you've been teaching all year is wrong, and anyone with even half a brain knows it."

Merlin, if he got out of this alive, he was going to kill Neville for suggesting that he do this.

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modnpc
2011-05-11 12:24 am UTC (link)

Perhaps Alecto had underestimated the badger whelp.

"You're lucky your blood's pure, Macmillan," she growled, though part of her wondered if the Dark Lord wouldn't rather be free of Hufflepuffs alltogether, even if they were Pureblood. They hadn't the stomach for what needed doing... even if this one seemed to have a tongue on him.

"But while you're safe here at school, what's stopping the Ministry from rounding up your parents? Where do their loyalties lie?"

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erniemacattack
2011-05-12 12:38 am UTC (link)

Ernie felt a bit like the air had been taken out of him as he looked back at the She-Carrow,the threat to his parents making him feel completely horrified. He didn't really have a response, and the last thing he wanted was for something he said to get them in trouble.

At the same time though, he didn't think he could just sit back and take it all, either.

"Shouldn't the Ministry have better things to do then round up my Pureblood parents? Or would it really be that high of a priority, given that you all can't seem to get your hands on Harry Potter?"

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modnpc
2011-05-12 02:16 am UTC (link)

To say she'd had enough was an understatement. Alecto struck Ernie in the face, hard, square where her curse had caught him. She raised her wand again, then, and the Cruciatus was a balm for her wounded ego.

What did this child know of the Dark Lord's plans? Nothing, and if he didn't learn to keep his mouth shut, he would not live to see them to fruition.

"Now, we'll go and see Filch, I think. A night in the dungeons ought to teach you a little respect."

She lifted the boy by the arm and made for the caretaker's offices, caring no more for the limp, human weight than she would a sack of flour.

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