Severus Snape is tired of the lies. (fortiscadere) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-10-06 22:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-10] october, ! npc, severus snape |
RP Narrative: Severus Snape & NPC! Ministry Worker
Who: Severus Snape and NPC!Ministry Worker
When: Around 13:00, 6 October 1979
Where: Near the Ministry of Magic, London
What: Severus is imperious.
Rating: PG
Status: COMPLETE.
Severus Snape lurked inside a telephone booth just outside the Ministry of Magic. He knew who he was looking for – the man who would be likely to have access to the information he needed for Lestrange. It might be dangerous, but should be simple enough. He had, after all, used imperio before, and it was the unforgivable he was the most comfortable with. Perhaps it was a lifetime of wishing he could make other people do what he wanted them to, but there was no difficulty in wanting to put someone else in his control. He had gone through a number of possible methods of acquiring the information, but had dismissed most of them as too task intensive. In this circumstance, the most expedient method was the unforgivable spell. And as Severus had began over the next few weeks to truly began focusing once more on his potions and his apprenticeship – something that Master Augustus seemed grateful for – he had no particular desire to take longer at this task than was absolutely necessary. The instructions he would give the man would get him the information he needed, and thus additionally, get Lestrange the information he needed. The lingering effects would wear off after time, but the fact that they existed at all would allow for possible future information gathering, if such were needed. Severus had no idea why Rodolphus wished the information. But because he was Severus Snape and he preferred not to do something without a reason – even if that reason were one he created in his head, he did have some theories. The Janitorial and maintenance crew would be the lowest level employees at the Ministry. The hiring pool would contain those who had applied for the job in the past and would be considered again if an opening were to become available. Accessibility and intelligence was something additional – but perhaps a plant within the Ministry – someone who would be otherwise unconnected to any of the Death Eaters or suspected Death Eater families. It made sense, although he had no real way of knowing if it was truthful as well as sensible. It was Rodolphus Lestrange, and Severus typically did not question the orders that came from Rodolphus. His target approached, returning from his lunch break, and Severus shifted, moving the telephone he had been holding next to his ear down on a hook and he exited the booth, falling into step behind the other man. His wand was in his sleeve, but he waited. He did not wish to risk using the hex too close to the Ministry, where someone might potentially oversee, so he knew he could not risk waiting too long. If he were lucky, the man would step into a less crowded alley to apparate directly into the Ministry, rather than using the visitor’s entrance. As unfortunate as Severus was some of the time, today, he was not. The man veered into a tiny brick paved alleyway, and Severus stepped in immediately after him. He did not risk that the man might Apparate away, but instead hit him instantly with the spell. “Imperio,” he muttered, just loudly enough for the spell to work. It was not the sort of thing that he could yet do wordlessly, although he hoped someday he could. It was accuracy he was concerned about at the moment, and if he attempted wordless, he might mess up his opportunity. The man stopped, his moustache twitching slightly, and he blinked at Snape, looking remarkably comfortable to see a man who was a total stranger to him pointing a wand at him in an alleyway. “Hullo.” Severus gave him a curt nod; “I need to see the most promising applicants from the hiring pool in your department. You will copy their names and their address of residence and bring them to the Ice Warf Pub in Bath tonight, at 7:00. Do you understand?” The man still had a goofy smile on his face, his moustache twitched again and he smiled the prospect of sharing confidential information with a total stranger apparently of no concern to him and he nodded. “Hiring pool, names and addresses of applicants, tonight at 7:00.” “Where at 7:00?” Severus added. “Ice Warf pub in Bath,” he gave Severus a relaxed smile. “Do a polka,” Severus said calmly, and his lips twitched as the short, balding, slightly overweight man, did do precisely a polka, minus music, or a partner. “Enough,” he finished, dropping his wand hand to his side. Severus smiled grimly, convinced that this part was done. “Of course, you will not tell anyone about this conversation,” Severus added, although it was not likely the warning was needed. “Go back to work, get the required information. You will meet me at the pub and you will give the information only to me, and I shall see you tonight.” |