Jacob Selwyn (![]() ![]() @ 2009-10-26 22:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | * complete, 1978, jacob selwyn, sirius black |
The Devil's Greatest Trick...
Characters: Jacob Selwyn and Sirius Black
Date: September 7, 1978
Location: Order Safe House
Rating: TBD
Summary: A meeting of two...somethings.
Status: Complete
Jake had only been in the safe house, and thus the Order, for a few days and it was still a process trying to get used to it. Before being allowed into the house he'd been living in a muggle homeless shelter, something that made him feel incredibly unclean, even now.
He was never alone in the safe house, and while he'd expected and accepted that, it was still more than a little frustrating. It wasn't anything officially done, nothing agreed upon, just something that happened accidentally-on-purpose. No matter where he went in the house, someone was always there with him, and if that person had to leave, another would conveniently show up. He'd been vetted by Dumbledore himself and allowed to live in their secret location; couldn't they at least let him sit in the kitchen in peace? What did they think he was going to do if they let him read a book by himself, or walk from one room to another unobserved?
Still, annoying as it was, he knew that they would leave off it in time as long as he didn't do anything to arouse their suspicions. The fact that he'd lied his ass off through Dumbledore's interview, even cheated the Verisatium, and thus they had every right in the world to mistrust him, didn't alleviate his annoyance one bit. After all, as far as they knew, he was 100% legitimate.
On that particular day, Jake was sitting at the kitchen table doing some busy work. Consolidating different lists of supplies kept at various locations into a master list and making note of anything that needed to be replaced. It was tedious, but he actually didn't mind doing it; it was the first time anyone had actually let him help with something since joining. Evelyn, one of the few other people living at the house with him, was taking her sweet time doing the dishes as an excuse to stick around in the kitchen. When she finally finished and left, he looked up. Sure enough, there was another person entering the kitchen. Someone he hadn't met before, a young man who looked vaguely familiar.
"They send you to babysit?"