Pepper is the sword-arm of crazy (pickledpepper) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-05-17 16:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-05] may, octavius pepper, sirius black |
Who: Sirius Black and Octavius Pepper
When: Friday night, 9.30pm
Where: Godric's Hollow
What: Pepper got pissed at Sirius. Luckily, Sirius is being a wanker and Pepper has a reason to get petty revenge.
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Pepper was almost glad for the distraction as the clock in the hit wizard office ticked steadily onwards towards one am, and it was worth it to actually do something civil for Narcissa. They had had their occasional moments of almost pleasantness in school, after all, and right now, the war aside, he was far more pissed off at Sirius than her. Dumping his journal in his bottom drawer and locking it, he stopped by Mill's office with a quick, "Going to arrest Sirius Black, back soon," before heading off to Godric's Hollow, where the kid was staying. He tracked down the house easily enough, making sure his robes were fastened properly over his Muggle clothing before striding up the front walk to the door and knocking firmly. "Hit wizards, open up!"
It had to be a joke - it just had to be! But then again, he was almost sure he recognised the grating voice of a certain hit wizard and he wasn't quite sure to be amazed it was legal to do this or to burst out laughing that this, of all things, was what finally got him in real trouble. It couldn't have been for something interesting like agravated assault; no, it was Narcissa and her genetic whining ways. Sirius popped his head into the kitchen, informing Mrs Potter, "If I'm not back in a minute, I've been arrested because of The Family. Let James know if he asks," and wandered back to the door to open it with an almost amused expression. "I thought it might be you." He commented.
Black may have been amused, but Pepper wasn't. In fact, he was rather tempted to get in a little hit wizard brutality, though it would be an incredibly bad idea, considering the Hardy Boys thing was still an open investigation and he rather wanted them to not completely hate him right now. He settled for a steely gaze, bordering on a glare, as he held out his wand to cast a silent incarcerous to bind Black's hands tightly behind his back, perhaps a little more tightly than necessary. "You're under arrest for harassment," he informed him coldly, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him forward, away from the door. The wards almost certainly surrounded the entire property, so he half-dragged him out towards the street itself. "Anything to say for yourself?"
Sirius had half been expecting it but it didn't have pinch. He struggled to keep the fact that this was actually happening in his head, because otherwise he was sure to start laughing and that probably wasn't going to help. It was all a bit ridiculous anyway - bloody snakes and their comraderie. Well, he wasn't about to argue about it. Not at the minute, anyway. He'd at least managed one up on his brother - he had both his lungs in tact at the time of arrest. Besides, he wasn't about to give the irritible berk the satisfaction of whining about it. "That's three so far," He noted, almost thoughtfully. "Four, if you count Lestrange. Would there be any point in saying anything?" Other than the fact it was going to set off a laughter fit for the fact he seemed to be being arrested for insulting Malfoy genitalia.
For a moment Pepper didn't quite get the "three" comment, but he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of asking-- especially as a moment later it clarified in his mind that he meant Blacks arrested. Well, annoying wanker did seem to run in their genes. "Only if you gave me a reason to note resisting arrest," he replied honestly. "And believe me, this has nothing to do with your family." Let him make of that what he would, as it was rather true on every possible level. He tightened his grip on Black's arm to side-along apparate him directly into the holding cells, near the processing office. He itched to say something else but he doubted there was much that would have any effect, that anything he could throw out would do anything but backfire on him later, so instead he simply gritted his teeth and started walking him down to the cell-guards on duty.
Sirius never had much liked side-along apparition but he supposed that didn't much matter at the moment. He had to admit; that comment got his curiousity going. Unless he was mistaken, he hadn't said anything that bad to the hit wizard himself beyond his usual level of moody sarcasm when it came to Slytherins which, most likely, meant the harrassment was to do with Narcissa. But didn't that make it about family, in one way or another? "Excuse me for asking then; who exactly was I harrassing, if not family?" He questioned, as civily as he could before an unfortunate thought hit him: Edgar Bones was either going to be so so happy about this or so so angry with him. Well, nothing he could do about it now.
"I was referring to the fact that this isn't linked to the other Black arrests, actually." Pepper attempted to put a small level of pleasantness in his tone, making it come out a strange mixture of cold anger and amiability that was surprisingly not uncommon from him. "Incidentally, you'll probably get a visit from the pair Bagnold assigned to the peacock theft case. They're quite new, they're very eager to get thorough information, you'll have to excuse them if they take up a lot of your time asking questions. Though, I suppose you'll have an awful lot of it to spare." He nodded to the wardens, passing Sirius off to one of them as he filled the other in on the details quickly and concisely. They'd fill him in on his rights and confiscate his wand and other possessions; right now Pepper was far too angry to manage doing that at all professionally, he suspected.
"Fine by me." Sirius commented, with a stifled laugh. The word peacock was never going to be usable ever again. He supposed sitting on his arse and answering questions wasn't going to be much of an issue. It would probably be nostalgic, actually, as that did remind him of summers spent at home. He shrugged as best he could in his current binding, but more or less (for once in his life) kept his mouth shut and let them deal with it. This was simple, as it was now. He wasn't about to let it seem otherwise, considering what he had to hide.