demetrius mulciber is coming apart at the seams (scrubbedraw) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-03-23 14:31:00 |
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Demetrius, looking over his shoulder as he did so, left his office around midday and went into the main area where the rest of the DMLE were working. Striding over to the desk of one Keir MacDonald, he conjured himself up a chair and sat down facing the man. Mary's brother, the most accessible part of Mary's family. It would be easy to snatch him up and kill him right now. But that wouldn't be worth it, and Demetrius was still aching from the duel with Mary, plus the smaller array of injuries he had earned himself on Saturday. The bandage across his face was drawing enough attention as it was and that wouldn't do him any good. He had given up on stitching it up by magic mostly because he kept reopening it anyway, and had never really mastered healing. "Good afternoon," he said formally. "I don't believe we've ever been properly introduced, I'm Demetrius Mulciber." Smiling good-naturedly, he paused for a moment and let this information sink in before continuing. "I need to make a meeting with you, outside of work hours, to speak with you regarding your sister Mary. It's rather important," he pressed on with a valiant attempt at a solemn voice. Keir was at the grind, per usual. When the Ministry had been taken he hadn't even hesitated. It wasn't that he agreed with the Death Eaters, obviously that wasn't the case given that his mother was a Muggle , but he thought that being with them was better than being against them. He'd hated not contacting the family about his whereabouts, but he wasn't about to risk his wife and child. And then they had disappeared, and he hadn't been able to contact any of them. He'd been worried sick, but not exactly surprised they'd cut him out. They were a stubborn family of Scots, and he'd betrayed them. So when Demetrius Mulciber sat across from him and asked about Mary, he was eager to hear, "Really? You've heard from her?" He suddenly paused - Mulciber. Mulciber. "Aren't... aren't you the bloke she had a run-in with at Hogwarts?" This one was quick witted, Demetrius thought sarcastically, trying not to roll his eyes. "Yes, in fourth year," he said dismissively. His gears were turning, the more her brother knew, the more he could learn. "When was the last time you heard from your sister?" he asked. A short pause. "This is a particularly sensitive matter and I don't know how comfortable I am discussing it in the office. Perhaps we should make a meeting outside of work for this," he said gravely. Hopefully he would take the bait anyway. He seemed eager to hear news of Mary. "I assure you my past history with Mary has nothing to do with the matters we must discuss," he said calmly. "Sorry, yeah. I know it's been a long time," Keir closed the file folder of the case he'd been working on, "she kept screaming about you at Christmas, it's the only reason I even remember." He ran a hand through his dark hair and leaned back in his chair, crossing one ankle over the opposite knee, "Since before the attempted takeover of the Ministry. She's a hard lass to get in touch with," Keir wasn't that thick. He knew to swallow and regurgitate the story about the Ministry. "I didn't think it would. People don't tend to hold grudges like Mary," he looked a little uncomfortable for a moment at the idea of 'sensitive information' about Mary... but he didn't really have any real reason not to trust the man, "Sure... I- is she alive? Can you at least tell me that?" "She did ream me a bit at Christmas," he said vaguely, trying to smile despite the pain in his face. "So a few months now? Hmm." He pulled a thoughtful face. He had seen her a mere week or so ago, but he had to act like he was really processing the information. Then he laughed, or tried to, it was more of a snicker than ended with him rubbing his cheek. "She can hold a grudge," he added quietly. Then, he considered Keir's question. "See, that's what I'm trying to find out. We have information that leads us to the conclusion that she may be dead, but slightly conflicting information puts her "on the run" so to speak, perhaps involving herself in less-than-legal activities." Another pause. "But that should be discussed in a more confidential setting." Keir watched Dem rub his face, and couldn't help but inquire about it, "Your face all right?" He knew better than to ask how it happened. No one asked too many questions in the DMLE anymore; at least of each other. His eyes widened and he rubbed his eyes as he processed the information that Mary was either dead, or in a lot of trouble. He sighed and folded his hands on the desk, "We can talk about it whenever you'd like. Would you like me to attempt to get in touch with her first? Or should I stay away if she's a pending investigation?" "It's nothing serious," he lied carefully, trying to think of excuses for it. Simply because 'your sister stabbed me' wouldn't work today. But luckily Keir didn't ask why and Demetrius was grateful that at least one MacDonald sibling appeared to have good sense. "Would this coming Friday be convenient for you? After the work day is over?" he asked. Of course, if anything came up he could easily reschedule, there was no point in rushing. "Actually, if you could attempt to get in touch with her, find out anything you can, that would be beneficial in pinpointing her location. Just please keep a record of any interactions you have," he said smoothly. This was too easy. "That should work all right. I'll make sure Julie gets home from work on time to take care of the kids. She normally does anyway, so it shouldn't be a problem," Keir leaned forward and made a few notes on his parchment. Julie had agreed with him about his surrender to the Ministry, but since they were both so nervous all the time about the situation, he was certain she would leave work early if she had to so Keir could meet with Mulciber. "I'll do what I can. I haven't reached out to her since we stayed loyal to the Ministry, so it may be a bit hard. I'll keep records of everything, of course. If I get a hold of her, I'll let you know." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, "I'm not entirely surprised, I have to admit. She's always been... one of the more reckless members of our family." Married. Children. If that didn't get Mary's attention, she would have to be dead. Or more vicious than Demetrius had anticipated, at least. "Right. Well then, I'll likely see you then. I'll let you know if anything changes between now and then," he concluded, looking at a bit of paperwork on Keir's desk. Standing up, he subtly duplicated a sheet, summoning it to him and shuffling his paperwork to disguise the piece of paper floating towards him. "Your cooperation is appreciated," he added. "Thank you." Finally walking away, Demetrius sighed in relief as he reentered his office, thankful to shed the "concerned citizen" ruse. |