Guilt by Association (guiltbyassoc) wrote in gbaic, @ 2016-12-16 17:40:00 |
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November 18, 2004
The Hotel was a pillar of wizarding society that dealt in legally ambiguous activity. In order for their infrastructure to work the individuals that used their not-so-Ministry-sanctioned services needed to conduct themselves in a way that didn’t ruin it for the rest of them. Killing Claudia Warrington just outside the building - went against one of the prime “Sanctuary Rules” that kept The Hotel a beacon for the wizarding world underbelly. And so Jacob Towler would have to be made an example of. As head of security Quinby Portier finished off the first initial beating, the alley door leading to the kitchens squeaked open. Richard Crabbe had brought along the man’s judge and jury. “Ah, Miss Montgomery,” Oscar Corner, manager of The Hotel, greeted the lounge singer as she stepped into the moonlight still dressed in her sequined red dress. “Mr. Corner,” Lydia Montgomery nodded, catching a nervous glance at Jacob Towler, who was clearly bloodied up near the very spot they’d found her sister two weeks ago. “You know, Mr. Towler?” The woman's sense of familiarity for the bloodied man was obvious. “I thought you were in prison?” Jacob Towler flashed her grin, "Well... I got out... Miss me?" "He's supposed to be in Azkaban for attempted murder," there was fear in the woman's eyes as she looked to Oscar Corner for some sort of support in the situation. "I have a restraining order against him...." “Yes, well, he's been drunkenly boasting about escaping Azkaban all afternoon to our doorman," Oscar explained, "More importantly, he’s also taken it upon himself to brag that he is the individual who killed your dear sister.” Mr. Corner ignored the poorly veiled shock on the woman’s face and continued. “He’s confessed to mistaking her for you--” Richard Crabbe explained. Lydia looked between the men trying to mask any emotion welling up behind her eyes. She remained silent, choosing to stare at her sister's murderer and her former-fiance. “According to Mr. Towler, the cord he strangled your sister with was meant for your neck,” the hotel manager explained calmly. “And since we respect you and your family, we’re giving you the choice of what to do with him.” “Shouldn’t we send him to the police?” the woman asked “We could,” Corner nodded, “But… we like to deal with Hotel rule breakers internally. Mr. Towler isn’t exactly a member - but… examples must be made.” Lydia Montgomery was staring intently at Jacob. He was bloodied up by the brass knuckles of Quinby Portier. His stare was determined and incredibly devilish. It sent a chill up her spine, much colder than the autumn breeze. “What are my options?” the woman asked, trying to seem as put together as she could muster. Quinby, who’d been cleaning his hands with a handkerchief matter of factly stated, “We could break a few bones, cut out his tongue, leave him to walk the earth mutilated… oor…” he trailed off and looked to Richard. “.... We kill him,” Richard Crabbe finished the thought a bit less jovial about the option - but professional just the same. “Erm…” Lydia blinked at the morbid selection she had before her. Her hesitation lingered, but the men waited. The silence of the alleyway just as patient. “We could hold him downstairs and let you think it over?” Mr. Corner offered. “No,” Lydia answered quickly as she lifted the side of her dress off the ground and turned back toward the door. Her final words on the matter being, “Just kill him.” Her eyes averted to the ground and she reentered the building. The last thing she heard was Jacob Towler yelling, “Your sister’s death is on you, Montgomery!! You fucking, bitch!!” The door closed behind her and the men went back to work. |