Zacharias Smith (worstpuff) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2014-03-17 04:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !unlucky plot, x-zacharias smith |
Who: Zacharias and Reginald Smith (DE NPC)
Where: The park
When: Early evening of March 16th
What: Son finds father, disapproval, etc.
Zach's instincts throughout the whole ordeal had so far to stay inside, keep his head down and stay way, way out of it. From the journals, it looked like a bunch of people were acting contrary to their stripes, like they were trying to make amends for their behaviour during the last war in which they'd participated (whichever that happened to be), but Zach wasn't going to join them.
Yes, sometimes, he did feel a little bit guilty that teenage Hufflepuffs, his friends, were putting their lives on the line to protect everyone else (himself included) while he stayed at home and hunkered down, but not nearly enough to go place himself in harm's way.
Except, and this was hard to admit, but... Zach was sure, he was sure that he had seen... No. He might have been wrong. He was probably wrong. Why would the magic of this place bring...
Only, it really had looked remarkably like--. Zach had been up in his room, looking out the window from some distance away, and- Okay, so, maybe he was imagining it, they, and it had been very far away, whoever he'd seen. Hell, it might not even have been a man, it might have been a woman. Or a dog. Who knew, really...
But the thought that his father might be in the village after all plagued him until finally, Zach told himself that all of the kidnapped individuals had been released, a bunch of Death Eaters had been killed, and if there ever was a time to go out there and find out once and for all if his father had been here before he got himself killed, it was now. Because yeah, he might find out his father had been here all along after the fact, but he wouldn't get to give him a piece of his mind if he was already dead.
So Zach set out in the direction in which he had seen the shape scurry earlier, keeping his wand out and ahead of him the whole while. He looked painfully conspicuous, checking over his shoulder in both directions every four or five feet, but he could hardly help it. Every sound spooked him. He was just about to turn back and call it quits when he spotted someone moving in the distance and set out after them.