Isaac Randolph Farnsworth (advisedbywolves) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-08-03 07:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 08, character: ted lupin, former character: eva small, former character: octavius macgregor |
RP: Watchers Meeting
Who: Isaac, inducted 'watchers
Where: Headquarters. His house. Whichever
When: 8 PM, August 3, 2024
Rating/Warnings: Language, if anything
Summary: The agenda is to discuss the hunt and Sterling
Status: Closed
Going into work that morning had been ... interesting. They'd been passing around a copy of the Quibbler, and it was easy enough to see why. Libra had been kidnapped, and he hadn't heard word one about it. He had wondered what had gotten the Aurors into such a tizzy, but it wasn't his department and he reasoned that if it had been anything relevant - and if they'd had time - both Lan and Eva would have said something.
But then again, given the nature of the matter, it was possible they were under a pact of secrecy. Were that the case, he was exceptionally proud of Landon for not breathing a word of it, even to him.
Settling at the head of the table in the meeting room, he had rifled through a few other, smaller papers, but none of them had a copy of the article. He was disgusted, honestly. That her daughter could be in that kind of danger, and she wouldn't do anything for it. He supposed it was most likely that it was Narcissa or Lucius pulling the strings, but all the same. Nothing in the world could have kept him from saving Acevona, or Landon, if it was in his power to do it.
He knew there was a reason he'd disliked the Malfoys, and this simply added weights to that scale. He had no respect for them, no affection at all for them, and not for the first time, he was giving serious consideration to making a play to get Narcissa ousted from her position. He could rally up support enough, he knew - it was simply a matter of finding a more suitable candidate and bulling their way through the red tape.
Well, it was hardly that simple, nor was it a project he'd be undertaking ... but a man could dream, couldn't he?