Rosalind Rookwood (espionne) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-05-25 23:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | - 1980/05 may, rosalind rookwood |
WHO: Rosalind Jugson
WHEN: Monday night, 25 May 1980
WHERE: Jugson estate, Derbyshire
WHAT: Preparation work to carry out an order
RATING: G
STATUS: Complete narrative
Her door was locked and she’d cast Muffliato to make sure no one overheard her, neither family nor house elves. It was second nature now, protecting her family – and herself – by making sure that they never knew anything of what she did for the Dark Lord. If she ever was suspected, the less they knew, the less they could tell, even under Veritaserum. Picking up her portable writing desk, she settled comfortably against the cushions on her bedroom’s window seat. A fresh night breeze filtered through the slightly opened window, caressing her skin. She checked her muffling charm once more before setting out a departmental memo parchment and a dictaquill. She had an anonymous note to write to one Bartemius Crouch Sr. As she finished dictating the note, she wondered how long she would have to hold on it before she could send it. Moody was drinking, most older Aurors knew it, it was one of those office secrets. He was too well-respected by his staff for anyone to say anything about it though, which was why she could not risk being found out. If anyone knew she was the one behind this, they wouldn’t trust her anymore. And if they didn’t trust her, they wouldn’t speak freely in front of her, which would make it rather difficult to gather information. No, no, secrecy was essential. That was why she wrote this note here, at home, where she was sure not to be overheard by a colleague. She looked out the window at the bright moon. It would be full soon, just a few more days. She wondered if she’d have sent this note by then. Moody drank, yes, but while it was regular enough for her to know that she could count on it, there wasn’t a clear schedule to it either. She’d have to make sure she arrived at the office before him every morning, which shouldn’t garner much notice as she always was one of the first there anyway. She loved the quiet of the Auror HQ before it buzzed with colleagues, when she could take a look at files or work on side projects without worry. Yes, she’d just have to keep an eye on him when he came in to work every morning and when he came back from lunch, until she caught him drunk. With his wife leaving him, it shouldn’t take long, she evaluated. She should send a ‘thank you’ gift to the soon-to-be-ex-Mrs. Moody, she thought, amused. Maybe one to Crouch Sr. as well, while she was on it. He and Moody didn’t get along, it wasn’t new, and it would certainly help her plan. Of everyone she could have tipped off about this, he was the one who would most likely have the strongest reaction. It helped her plan, no doubt. Of course she wouldn’t send ‘thank you’ gifts to either of them, but it was an entertaining image and she indulged in it for a few more minutes, watching the leaves’ dancing in the wind on the nearby tree’s branch. A cloud drifted in front of the moon, darkening the sky and it shook Rosalind out of her reverie. Putting away the dictaquill in the portable writing desk, she set it on the floor before carefully folding the departmental memo in airplane shape, ready to be sent whenever needed. Hopefully sooner than later. |