Miss Georgina "pompous arse" Wilkes (thesundowner) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-06-19 00:16:00 |
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Georgina was ill-adapted to stalking. For the most part, she was a tad bit ostentatious: her manner of walking as if she owned the street and damned if one ever got in her way, and her propensity for dramatic palettes in her choice of dress. Therefore she thought that some form of concealment was going to be essential for this mission. Georgina needed to do well. A cold sense of dread swelled at the pit of her stomach as she remembered the Death Eater meeting. She will not become like Selwyn. Under the pretence of visiting one of her father's associates for him at the Ministry, Georgina arrived at the Ministry atrium early in the morning, passing through security without a hitch. Perhaps she was extremely lucky that day since no sooner had she began to make her way through to the lifts, Marcus Fforde stumbled out of a fireplace, attempting to pat soot from his hair. Eight o'clock. Georgina took note of this as the lift doors clanged shut. Her business at the Ministry was over by ten and she took to placing a Disillusionment Charm on herself before standing guard near the employee entrance. They were bound to come out for lunch, surely. At half past one, Georgina had grown tired and she had already re-applied several Disillusionment charms. She was about to blast apart one of the rubbish bins nearby out of frustration when a group of men, conversing animatedly, emerged from the Ministry entrance, all of whom seemed to be heading to Muggle London. Already two possible vulnerabilities. Perhaps it would be difficult to subdue him if he was in a group but surely a well-aimed Imperius would take care of some things. After spending the rest of the afternoon in her flat, keeping up the appearance that she'd been going to and from work all day, Georgina only Apparated to Marcus Fforde's residence when it was nearing five o'clock. He had a wife. That was a surprise. Georgina appeared a few metres away from the cottage's fence, near a clump of overgrown brambles. It was all very quaint, Georgina thought and a small sneer played on her lips. They even had a small fountain in their front yard. Upon a moment's consideration, Georgina thought that perhaps the woman would have to be taken care of, along with her husband, depending on how the situation goes. Six o'clock. The husband arrived with a flash of emerald green flames in the fire place. No sooner had the couple began setting the table for dinner, the faint pop as Georgina Disapparated was heard. They thought it was the small fountain having troubles again. |