WHO: Tanner Pucey and Astoria Greengrass WHERE: Adrian and Astoria’s flat WHEN: Early evening, August 9th WHAT: A little B&E to start the evening off RATING: High for violence and douchey-ness
It was surprisingly easy. Then again, Adrian had never been known for his brains or thinking ahead in any way. In fact Tanner had been surprised to discover his brother had a) the balls and b) the capability of secreting himself out of the country from underneath their noses all those years ago. Then again he certainly hadn’t expected his wayward idiot of a brother to work a deal that betrayed his own flesh and blood for some pathetic taste of freedom. He’d had months, over a year now to think about exactly how Adrian had managed the deal. How he’d tossed aside his own blood and for what-
this?
This shoddy little flat in Falmouth. It had been easy to discover. He hadn’t even needed the information that had been secreted to him by his mother in the painfully quick stop he’d made at the manor. One stop to let her know he was alright and to take the wand she’d stolen away and hid for him in her firm belief that one day her boy would be back. He didn’t linger. He wouldn’t draw the ministry down on her anymore then he had to. There was only one focus on this diversion. And it didn’t take long to discover.. Though discover wasn't even the right word. He was more than predictable. It was the flat next to the one he’d first moved into when he fled from the family home as fast as he could. Tanner had tried to talk sense into him there on more than one occasion, only to be met with the obstinate stupidity that was his brother. And there was his name, a last name he certainly didn’t deserve, penciled in a little box by the door. While Tanner preferred the refined things in life, but a year locked away had taken away those carefully crafted edges and replaced them with nothing more than a desire to wreck vengeance on the one who had put him there.
The wand was not a good fit but in the pinch he was in... it worked. He forced his way through the wards with only a minimum of harassment. Adrian had always been shite with his wand. Tanner had been expecting that. He hadn’t been expecting the neatly decorated flat. One that clearly had a taste of a woman. Now now... this was interesting. He didn’t let that information distract him, he packed the information away and continued on his mission. Pillows were thrown, book cases pushed clear the contents tumbling to the floor. He went to the first room and it screamed his brother. Barely habitable as far as Tanner was concerned. He systematically went through the contents, discarding his worn semblance of robes for trousers and a shirt of his brothers that hung off his now much thinner form.
He was in the drawer next to the bedside, his hands on a worn sort of journal when he heard the sound of the door. Tanner clutched his wand tightly and pressed back against the wall. Listening... waiting..