Jonathan Holland (hired_wand) wrote in conversatempore, @ 2013-06-02 23:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | beatrice m. parkinson, josephine selwyn, theodore nott |
Characters: Theodore Nott and Beatrice Parkinson
Setting: Bea's bedroom
Content: PG13 for language and violence
Summary: Theodore arrives
Theodore was trying hard not to be bored. He stood at the entrance to the chamber, his hands crossed in front if him, his wand at attention, much as the rest of the team was doing. Granted, all of the wands had been taken from the spectators, but it was always better to be safe than sorry, eight prisoners at once was a rather large party. Shifting his weight silently, Theodore waited for the moment to arrive, his eyes scanning the room periodically for anything potentially out of place.
Another glance around the room, and Theodore turned his eyes back to the prisoners. The clock started to strike, and Theodore watched as the glasses were picked up. This was the time, in a moment, it would all be over. His eyes locked on them, and then back around the room, one last time.
The blood was rushing through his head, there were sirens going off outside and Theodore screwed his eyes shut. It bloody hurt. Forcing himself to sit up, Theodore groaned out loud, it was only then that Theodore remembered that he hadn't actually been standing a moment ago. His hand went up to his head, and he frowned as he felt a sticky, warm substance. He brought his hand back down to look at it in the moonlight. Blood. Moonlight?
Theodore glanced around, taking in his surroundings for the first time. Where the hell was he? There wasn't much light pouring through the windows, but as he glanced around it was rather obvious that he was in some sort of bedroom. Frowning, Theodore got up to his feet. His head was still pounding and hurt like mad, but the whirring, the sirens were gone. Maybe his senses were starting to return to normal. He wavered a little as he regained his balance, wondering just how long he'd been out, it felt like ages. Spying his wand on the ground a few feet away Theodore bent to pick it up, then cursed softly, as the pounding got louder and he felt a wave of nausea overcome him.
Straightening back up, he took a step back to balance himself and used his wand to light up the room. His wand held high, Theodore now took a proper look around the room. It was fairly small, a bedroom, but not one with which he was familiar. Walking toward the dark, Theodore looked at the paperwork, trying to decipher just where he'd landed. There was a photo sitting toward the edge, and as he picked it up, Theodore frowned. It was a rather odd looking photograph of two girls, they waived back at him, which was a relief but it looked relatively old, and Theodore couldn't imagine why suck h and old style photograph still looked like it had been taken yesterday. Frowning, Theodore set it back down, and moved across, to see if there was anything else to give him an idea where he was. Giving up after every surface had been gone through, he decided to head for the window. He frowned again, there was all sorts of activity out on the streets, and he could see smoke billowing up in the night sky. Something wasn't right.
Heading noise just outside the bedroom door, Theodore turned his wand held out in front oh him. He inch forward as he waited for the attacker.