RP: Collecting more information
Date: 8 March 2006 Characters: Jillian Dorny, mentions Xavier Yaxley (NPC) Location: an alley in Hogsmeade Private/Public: Private Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Summary: Jillian is supposed to collect information, sickness or no sickness.
It was cold, so that, in the very least, it looked mildly as if she were only covering up; that she was not covered in the welts of disease, disfigured and in pain. Even her joints hurt, she was almost hobbling, moving slowly and with meticulous care. The cold only made it worse, the chill on her face, through the heavy wool- traveled straight to her bones. However, she demanded results, demanded- no matter what- product; and she did not demand that she was not willing to give.
Yaxley was a disappointment, always a disappointment; however, he gave those exact results she always asked, and for that she trusted him, relied on him, knew his work would be good.
Honestly, however, she was surprised by the owl. She knew the disease was spreading; like wildfire Hogsmeade was filled with what some were calling the next Black Death. However, if Yaxley had information, Yaxley had information; and she would get it no matter what her condition.
Though, Jillian had been surprised, to say the least, by his meeting place. A small dingy alley- she had told him of the abandoned house- and still- he did not listen. Upon reaching the alley she pulled the cloak closer, the scarf tighter around her face. She expected someone to appear, Yaxley to come out of the wood work, but none came- not a whisper.
Leaning against the wall, sucking in a heavy tired breath, something poked into her side... a loose brick. Groaning quietly, she moved away, looking at the strangely placed object. Licking her chapped lips, she reached out, jostling it free, finding parchment tightly rolled and tied. Yaxley's seal was on it. This was why he did not ask to meet.... She would strangle him. Leaving it out for anyone to find! Tucking it into a fold of her cloak, she would look at it in the comfort of her own bed; Jillian slowly walked back.