Anthony Goldstein (abitcross) wrote in afic, @ 2011-07-11 15:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !prompt, character: dennis creevey, character: susan bones, player: maggie, x player: amber |
Who: Dennis Creevey and Susan Bones (and an NPC reporter for a few seconds)
What: Random encounter, Susan talks to Dennis after he loses his cool.
Where: The middle of the Ministry.
When: Monday afternoon.
It was a bad week and the Auror department was busier than ever. Dennis was feeling the pressure, the muggle bombings had left him worried about his family. His cousins and parents and sister took the underground frequently, and it wasn't like the purebloods had never stooped so low before (he vaguely recalled the massive accident on the bridge where magic had been used to crack the roadway and send several cars plummeting into their watery doom). Plus, he'd been called away to break up the pride match at the Quidditch gme, which had been nothing more than a nuisence in a time like this. Now, he was sitting with a wide eyed reporter, clearly fresh out of school. He pinched the bridge of his nose, the things he did for his job.
"Thank you for joining me, Mr. Creevey, on this Monday, the eleventh of July." She said slowly, and he smiled in an attempt to be civil with this clearly incompetent worker. And that's when it hit him, the date, like a ton of uneven bricks. Colin's birthday was fast approaching. He'd known it of course, but in all the business and the chaos, he'd forced it out of his mind. Now, staring at the date in the curly female Reporter's writing, it was hard to push it away. There was a lump in his throat, and he tried to clear it. The kept reporter badgering him with questions. He did his best to answer them, evenly as best he could but each question got more and more personal. Suddenly, she was asking him about the year he spent hiding from the Ministr at age thirteen, and if he felt that it made him a better Auror because he could sympathize with those in hiding. Suddenly, she was talking about his brother.
"You're brother, Colin Creevey, died a war hero and was a known associate of Harry Potter, who is currently under the control of ST Hermione Granger. Do you feel that your brother would bee proud of your continued support of the Ministry, at the risk of cutting ties with Potter?" He knew the angle that the reporter was going for, she was trying to use the death of his brother and his potential support of the Ministry as a way to imply that the Ministry was supported by war heroes and the family of such. Annoyance, and anger welled inside him until he snapped.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Dennis roared, his fist flinging into a nearby cabinet with a loud bang, to keep from flinging it at the young woman. "HOW THE FUCK do you expect me to fucking anser that? YOUR LOGIC DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE, My brother is dead, it doesn't matter who he'd hypothetically support." Another fist slammed into a near by cabinet. "HOW THE HELL DID YOU EVEN GET THROUGH HOGWARTS, YOU FUCKING MORAN! Are you fucking brain dead?" The girl, who couldn't be more than eighteen or nineteen, had started crying by this time, and Dennis felt only a small pang of regret when looking at her, regret that paled next to his built up rage and frustrations. His fist banged into metal cabinets again, causing the skin on his knuckles to break and bleed. The girl, no longer comfortable and more than a little frightened of the unstable man in front of her, stood and dashed from the room leaving Dennis with more than a few startled onlookers as he fell back into his chair.