Edgar Bones (connectedtothe) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-02-16 23:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-02] february, alastor gumboil, edgar bones, rodolphus lestrange |
RP Thread: Edgar Bones, Alastor Gumboil, Rodolphus Lestrange
Who: Edgar Bones, Alastor Gumboil and Rodolphus Lestrange.
When: February 16th, 1979.
Where: The Lestrange Library, Hogsmeade.
What: This time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of other things. Like pureblooded wizards, and why he was in the magistrate's office just before the attack. Rodolphus requires a hard pushing, and nobody in the Auror office can push quite like Edgar Bones. However, there's a good chance Edgar and Alastor might just kill each other before Rodolphus really has to do anything. Who knows?
The sun had only just set as Edgar Bones Apparated onto Hogsmeade's street, its feeble light still casting thin shadows over the pavement. The wind whipped around his ankles, far colder than it should have been, even for February, but everything seemed colder now – perhaps it was just his subconscious playing tricks on him, but the world (not to mention the town) seemed a nastier place after the attacks. As an Auror, he was used to confronting the realities of Dark magic, but this...this was something else. This was something that was prepared, that was organised, and it worried Edgar that such a force could mass right under their noses.
Which was why he was here, in a roundabout way. As a member of the Aurors, vigilance had become his watchword, flitting about in the shadows to keep himself alive and to ferret out secrets. Keeping his true allegiances secret had become more and more difficult; as a pureblood, and a member of the Ministry, Edgar had to keep careful who he showed his allegiances to: even men in the office had to be kept at arms' length, and Ed had grown apart from Alastor Moody quickly after joining the same organisation. Friendships were troublesome these days and this, more than anything else, was the Order's biggest problem: its members had to stop trusting each so much.
Edgar didn't have that problem right now, however. He was here with the country's most irritating Hit Wizard, and didn't trust him so far as a millimeter. He turned slightly, disdain probably readily apparent in his features. He couldn't be blamed completely, but Bones was being too hard on the wizard. He might have caught himself earlier, if he hadn't been so pre-occupied with other matters.
"Want to remind me what you're supposed to do?" he said, drawing his wand with as much of a casual air as he could muster; they weren't far from the library now. The acceptable answer was 'take notes and don't speak', but he didn't imagine Alastor would take that route. In truth, that wouldn't be a bad thing -- two people causing trouble would make the job twice as simple.