Richard Summerby (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} en_summerby) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} enigma_rpg, |
"Jumped to conclusion?" Richard took a deep breath. "Just recalled that Lavender sent me a text Sunday evening saying she'd be home late, and she didn't respond to my text telling her when I'd be home today, and she wasn't at home, then Savage saying something about the one attacked or something. What am I supposed to think.? She's so fragile... strong as she is, she's not strong inside yet. We were hoping to get her some help..." He gathered his thoughts.
"Before my trip?" Richard made a face. "Since I got out of St. Mungo's, I've more or less been in charge of the London office - I work for International Exports, Limited. Friday I worked out of the house most of the day. Saturday, Lavender and I loafed about and watched muggle films on the telly, and I cooked. Sunday, she was sleeping, then off doing some family thing after I left, thinking I'd only make an extended day of it, but a meeting I'd wanted in Hong Kong opened up so I went there after Mumbai. I've told you everybody else I was with on Sunday, except the French customs agent, Jaques something or other... Renard, I think. We chatted about his grandchildren and fishing, like we usually do. The English bloke coming home I don't know, but his stamp is in my passport, there. A lot of the people that attend the public apparition points that are manned remember me from the way I came through going home when Lavender called me, because she'd found Wood and Spinnet's bodies washed up at the back door. I even named the Italian Auror that I talked to Sunday; has anybody bothered to check with him? I make the trip back and forth all the time, a lot of people along the route know me by name. I'm a ruddy salesman, I know a lot of people by name, and they know me."