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A spiriting we will go
Who: Rudolph Atkins and Edric Nott
What: Getting off work, shopping, maybe having dinner and grabbing a pint
When: Wednesday, July 13th, 1955
Where: Various places
Status: Closed, ongoing
Perhaps it was the scent of the offices that drew Rudolph to that corridor at the end of every day, when the rest of the building was retiring for the night. It was high, keening, like pickling juices and bleached floors, and the colour green, which was decidedly intriguing. This was the corridor leading to the Department of Mysteries and this was Rudolph Atkins eavesdropping while a group of clear-eyed men huddled and discussed the contents of the secret rooms beyond. This was Rudy interested and intruiged and-
"Late!" Rudy hissed under his breath, glancing at his watch. He'd come down to deliver one last stack of forms and a box the size of his palm that held something curious that seemed to jump. Judging by the sounds he'd heard, Rudy reasoned they weren't beans. Like almost every day he'd stayed behind to listen (if he could) about the atrocities said to dwell in the Department of Mysteries, but hadn't caught even one word to tell him anything, and the building tension was driving him out of his mind.
As quietly as possible he tiptoed to the elevator once more and pressed the button. As he patiently waited, he regarded his small furry companion with a wry grin, "They'd have us locked away in there if they knew." he kidded, scratching the small rat on the top of it's soft white head with one finger. Finally the lift arrived, and when he finally stumbled into the atrium to meet Edric, he was very, very late.
"Sorry," he said, a slight huff in his voice, "you know they've got this secret language or something? They're talking about stuff but they have all these code words for them and it's driving me insane!"
What: Getting off work, shopping, maybe having dinner and grabbing a pint
When: Wednesday, July 13th, 1955
Where: Various places
Status: Closed, ongoing
Perhaps it was the scent of the offices that drew Rudolph to that corridor at the end of every day, when the rest of the building was retiring for the night. It was high, keening, like pickling juices and bleached floors, and the colour green, which was decidedly intriguing. This was the corridor leading to the Department of Mysteries and this was Rudolph Atkins eavesdropping while a group of clear-eyed men huddled and discussed the contents of the secret rooms beyond. This was Rudy interested and intruiged and-
"Late!" Rudy hissed under his breath, glancing at his watch. He'd come down to deliver one last stack of forms and a box the size of his palm that held something curious that seemed to jump. Judging by the sounds he'd heard, Rudy reasoned they weren't beans. Like almost every day he'd stayed behind to listen (if he could) about the atrocities said to dwell in the Department of Mysteries, but hadn't caught even one word to tell him anything, and the building tension was driving him out of his mind.
As quietly as possible he tiptoed to the elevator once more and pressed the button. As he patiently waited, he regarded his small furry companion with a wry grin, "They'd have us locked away in there if they knew." he kidded, scratching the small rat on the top of it's soft white head with one finger. Finally the lift arrived, and when he finally stumbled into the atrium to meet Edric, he was very, very late.
"Sorry," he said, a slight huff in his voice, "you know they've got this secret language or something? They're talking about stuff but they have all these code words for them and it's driving me insane!"