Terrence. (godboson) wrote in ageofdarkness, @ 2010-05-22 11:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | terrence higgs, vera lestrange |
Who: Terrence and Vera
What: meeting, talking.
When: Saturday, 8pm.
Where: Royal George pub on Charing Cross Road.
Warnings: None.
Status: Complete.
Terrence had not contacted Vera with the intention of catching her, or turning her in. He knew full well that Ella and Vera were not on the best of terms with their parents, and that was something he could sympathize with. He owed no loyalty to any of the people that were looking for Vera; his loyalty was to Ella, and by extension, her sister. Not enough to grant Ella's request that he punch Vera in the face, but then, he had never been good at following orders to the letter.
No, he was here to find out what Vera was up to. As angry as Ella might be now, he knew that she wouldn't have been angry in the first place if she didn't care about her sister. Terrence was not going to interfere in their fight, not this time, not when he wasn't the direct cause - but he was going to keep tabs on Vera, keep in contact with her if he could, in case Ella needed or wanted the information in future. He was hard put to imagine a situation in which someone could care about their sister and not want to know that they were safe and sound, no matter how angry their sister had made them.
Vera had requested that he arrive exactly at eight, so earlier that day he'd timed his traveling time to the pub precisely. When the clock struck eight, he was walking in the door, armed and prepared for anything. He wasn't expecting a fight from Vera, since she'd agreed to see him in the first place, but Merlin only knew who was after her and how quickly they'd catch up to her. Whether he'd stay to help her in a fight or get the hell out, he hadn't quite decided, though he was leaning towards the former.
Just for the purposes of blending in, he ordered an ale and took a seat in a table at the back. He had done everything Vera had asked, and he was sure that she was watching him now; he could feel her eyes on him. To her credit, however, he wasn't entirely certain where the gaze was coming from. Sitting down, he sipped at his drink, not planning to have much of it; this wasn't a time for letting alcohol impair his judgment, even in small amounts.