mighty_duck (mighty_duck) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-12-24 01:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - december, mallory twiddle, rosmerta fibbs |
Who: Rosmerta/Twiddle
What: Meeting again for the first time in 12+ years.
When: Friday afternoon, December 23, 1997
Where: The Three Broomsticks
Rating: TBD
Mallory Twiddle was more than just a man with a particularly unfortunate name. He was also a man with a particularly unfortunate job, at least, over the last week or two it seemed especially to be the case. He'd been an Auror for years, but comparatively was still fairly junior. It meant he ended up catching the raw end of the deal, and at Christmas, with the Ministry beginning to feel like an especially officious and unpleasant place to be, he had been assigned reconnaissance work. In Hogsmeade.
Mallory was beginning to think they just didn't want him in the office, the search for 'Dark Wizards' had gotten suspiciously circular lately. Those lacking in authority and longevity were assigned nonsense tasks that seemed only tangentially related to the cases, and it hadn't gone unnoticed -- it was just that the only people Twiddle really felt he could point it out to were the very same ones that were ordering him about the place to begin with.
His career had been promising until this point, and it was either a plateau or or a step backwards. He arrived in Hogsmeade feeling a complete idiot. It was next to a school for pity's sake, and he wanted nothing to do with this new idea of 'undesireables'. It was only this notion that made him obedient, he was hardly pureblooded. It seemed prudent to keep his head down, even as it made him grind his teeth to do it. It was bitterly cold and miserable outside; grey and squelchy, and Mallory looked at the damp ground irritably.
It was two days before Christmas and he was supposed to spend it lurking about in Hogsmeade watching people. No rest for the wicked, then. It was with a degree of bitterness that he decided he could watch people from over the top of a tall glass of butterbeer. He strode into the Three Broomsticks with vague thoughts of the time he'd spent there at school.
It hadn't changed at all -- and he wondered, with vague hope, if Rosmerta would still be behind the bar.