RP: A Unhelpful Meeting
Date: 4 February 2006 Characters: Jillian Dorny, NPC- Xavier Yaxley Location: Hogsmeade Private/Public: Private Rating: G Warnings: none Summary: Jillian works on her assignment.
He was a twitchy, annoying man; she really despised him, and the glare she gave him nearly told him that in leaps and bounds. It hardly changed her glare, however. She didn't care if the man liked her or not, only that he gave her the desired information, and did not wet himself before hand. She watched as he pushed his greased part to the side and scowled, almost flinched that she would soon be touching something that he had been in possession of, the nasty rat.
"Do you have it for me Yaxley?" She asked coldly, chin lifted high, lips thinned as she looked at him with blank dark eyes. He seemed to shuddered at her direct question before looking around almost nervously and then nodded.
"I- I do. Ms Dorny, I-" he licked his lips as if it were a nervous twitch. "I was only able to g-ga-get the basics on the one auror. The mu-ma-male you asked me about." He flinched when she glared at him, reaching out, expecting a hex or a slap of some sort.
Jill rolled her eyes and made a gestured as if to hand something over, and he realized what she wanted. Pulling out the manila envelope, he shakily handed it over and quickly pulled his hand back to his chest, as if protecting it from her. Internally shaking her head, Jill took it from him and opened it, only looking at the first line of the top parchment before pressing the entire thing back in the envelope. "Thank you Yaxley. However," she gave him a look that he knew he would not like the next words out of her mouth. "You won't receive payment until I get more. A name, birthday, and residency is hardly the sort of information I asked for." Her words were low, cold, and she gave him such a harsh look he nearly squealed instead of nodded an answer. "Good. You're dismissed."
With that he nearly scuttled out of the abandoned home leaving her in almost darkness. Re-checking the wards, tightening them, she opened the evelope again to spread out the papers. There really was hardly any information. Sighing she couldn't for the life of her figure out what had happened to her lackies. They had once been so reliable... apparently being out of the business of a year gave them some sort of false hope, dreams- or something. Well, they'd learn once again, and hopefully next time she would not get such ridiculous bollocks.