Miles T. Bletchley (ng_miles) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-02-07 16:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | * february 2006, - complete, - owl, daphne bletchley (greengrass), miles bletchley, scarlett capper |
OWL: Miles to Daphne, & to Lettie
Date: 6 February 2006
Characters: Miles Bletchley, Daphne Greengrass, Lettie Capper
Location: a holding cell at the auror headquarters
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Warnings: -
Summary: Miles isn't happy. Go figure. And when he's not happy, he doesn't think straight.
Miles really wasn't impressed. Okay, so he had pulled his wand and stunned that git of an auror. But in all honesty, from the look on the other auror's face, if he didn't do it, she would have.
He had followed them quietly to answer questions at the office, answering everything truthfully. Okay, so he might have originally neglected to mention he'd fought with Rosmerta, but now, well, he had. And he had not at all been aware that Liam was the benefactor to Rosmerta's will. That was just insane. He was starting to piece together how the pretty auror had suspected he might want to kill Rosie, but to be perfectly honest, he wasn't that stupid.
He probably would have been allowed to go home if it hadn't been for that fuckwit who he stunned. The twat had gone to the shack to get checked up, claiming he was hurt from the stunning. Miles hoped he fucking hurt like hell, but apparently he could be 'held' in the auror's custody until he came back with a medical report.
They couldn't charge him yet, and they would have to let him go if they held him for 24 hours. No doubt the bastard had decided to go home and would sleep like a baby before bringing the medical report of his 'injuries' back with him the next morning. Miles swore up and down that he would kill the bugger the next time he saw him in a battle. Twat.
No doubt Liam would be frantic. Millicent and the mudblood were probably filling his head with all sorts of nonsense. He wanted to see his son, but then again, he didn't want Liam to see him like this. He'd always been hot with his temper, and he probably did deserve to be charged with assault.
That Auror, Bones (mmmm, he'd like to bone her), had said he could write an owl if he was worried about his son, and Liam was his first thought. But then, if he was going to be charged, he'd likely be here a few more days. Fuck. He was going to miss out on his weekend away.
Dear Daphne,
Sorry to write so late, but ahh... something has come up.
I'm sort of being held in the auror's holding cell in their headquarters. No doubt I'll be here overnight due to some bureaucratic asshat who deserved to be stunned. There's a very slim possibility that I might be here a little longer, and if that's the case, I didn't want you to think that I was bailing on our date on Friday night.
If I don't get out of here, can you make sure Liam is all right?
Thanks, you're a doll.
Miles
He realised that he should probably also owl Lettie, and let her know he was sorry she somehow got involved in all this.
Dear Lettie,
It seems that these dimwitted aurors think I had something to do with Madame Rosmerta's murder. I did tell them I was with you in Paris, not realising they would actually come and check with you. This was before your latest 'turn', so I apologise if they came and harassed you.
The cute blonde auror told me she had spoken to you, and I apologise that you were put on the spot. I'll have to make it up to you, naturally. Of course, that's if they ever let me out of this wretched holding cell. One of those incompetent aurors is getting a medical check as he can't seem to handle being stunned. You never know, then might do some exploratory spells and find that he doesn't have a brain. I can only hope.
I shall see you soon, and again, I will make it up to you.
Love
Miles
After writing his owls, he sat back in his holding cell, looking at the somewhat ridiculous iron bars and recalled this was the second time he'd been here within the past six months. Thank fuck they didn't have any bloody evidence on him for the murder, and Lettie was sure to remember in a day or two. But then again, he'd done a hell of a lot worse, and as he looked at the bars, he wondered if he didn't deserve to actually be there.