Thread: Edgar Bones and Garesse Gwythe Who: Edgar Bones and Garesse Gwythe (NPC'ed more than ably by the wonderful Jess!). When:Backdated to February 23rd, late at night. Where: Knockturn Alley, London. What: Edgar has been doing some investigations, and those investigations to have led to one hag, named Garesse Gwythe. Auror Bones naturally had some questions for her, and in specific about her involvement with the attack on Hogsmeade. He may also get some nice information about other things: the woman is a veritable trove of information! This should have been posted a while ago, but...well, I suck. Sorry.
Knockturn Alley was not one of Edgar’s favourite places -- he’d spent too long here as an Auror, and far too long here as a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Stakeouts in Knockturn seemed to take twice as long as anywhere else: perhaps it was the intensely claustrophobic atmosphere, perhaps it was the natural hostility that pervaded the air...or perhaps it was just the knowledge that nine out of ten frequenters of the Alley would have less than no problem with seeing Auror Bones dead. It tended to make the blood run a little colder than usual when he operated in that kind of area, and Edgar pulled his cloak a little tighter around his shoulders, in response to the imaginary chill of unfriendly stares.
Directly opposite stood the most ramshackle of houses, even on a lane as decrepit as Knockturn. The windows were streaked with dirt, and what looked disturbingly like blood -- the creature inside was not likely to be particularly easy to deal with, and Edgar was already tired. He had been working for days without a break, and had had more than enough of the trickiness that these particular magical beings caused him. None of the hag community was easy to deal with, and his investigations had brought him into contact with the very worst of the worst -- Edgar had never, throughout his entire career, hexed a woman when he had any other choice, but these things were seriously trying his patience.
He crossed the street, and knocked sharply on the door. His robes were dark, dirty and torn, and he’d forgone the hat this time: Edgar’s fondness for them was well-known, and Garesse Gwythe wasn’t meant to know that the man visiting her was an Auror until she couldn’t try anything funny with them.