Maddox Avery (maps_maddox) wrote in greatergood_rpg, @ 2011-01-18 20:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: maddox avery, date: january 2001, place: muggle london |
RP: What have you done now?
Date: January 18, 2001
Characters: Maddox
Location: muggle London
Warning: death
Public/Private: Private
Summary: Maddox accompanies a few members of the beige faction one night. It surprises him that they murder muggles.
Status: Complete
Maddox was trying to get in touch with members of the faction. If he wanted to lead it, he had to. And no one else was stepping up to challenge him, just to make it harder for him. No one else wanted to be the leader, but no one wanted him to the leader. But at least he had Molly in his side. Some members seemed accepting of him - knowing who he was, an Avery, brother-in-law to Bellatrix and Head of the Aurors. Finally, one of them actually asked him to go out with him tonight.
The muggle bar he met them in front of was at least two miles from the Leaky Cauldron. He had no idea why, the elitist they were, they were meeting her of all places, but he didn't question it. He just showed up. There were three of them; two men and one woman. She was dressed skimpy for the winter and a contract to what clothes she'd worn to meetings. They didn't smile. They just nodded. One man was smoking a cigarette which he put out immediately with his foot. For a moment Maddox just looked at them. He was old enough to be their father. All of them in their early twenties... why did Bellatrix recruit some young people? Like the girl who had went off on him and Molly the night he announced what he planned to do? He knew he couldn't ask that. Maybe if it went well, he could convince them to tell him their stories, the whys and whens of how they got into the beige faction.
"I'm sorry I'm late," he said, knowing he wasn't.
"You're not," one of the man replied. "We're just early." With that he turned and walked away, the two following. Maddox took another look around before he followed. They had to walk for ten minutes, deeper into muggle London, farther away from their world. Finally, the second man reached out, placing his hand on the first. The first spoke, making Maddox thinking the other two wasn't going to address him and he was their appointed spokesman for the evening, "Stay over there," he gestured to the wall. "But watch us. And don't interfere."
Maddox was surprised, but he was also curious. Not mentioning the boy's lack of respect, he went to the wall, and was immediately engulfed in shadow. The woman was a few feet from him, and suddenly, he noticed what she was doing. She was the lookout for something. Dressed in skimpy clothes, a man harassed her like she was a hooker which she skillfully batted away. Two other men came by, one of them finally stumbling into the alley way where the two men waited. The muggle was drunk; the men were laying in wait.
What happened next happened fast. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't do anything. Even as Maddox's feet propelled him forward, toward the men drawing their wands. Some yelling. No struggle. And then flashes of light.
Then nothing.
Right as he reached the two men, there was nothing. Just a dead body of the muggle man on the ground. He was stunned. He hadn't heard of this. He hadn't heard they killed muggles in cold blood. If there had been a struggle, he could condone it, but there was nothing. One minute the man had been alive and now he was dead at their feet. Maddox had no idea who had even killed him. It was all too fast, and too far away. They'd made sure of it. They'd made sure he'd been too far away to stop it.
"Get over here!" he screamed to the girl, who's eyes grew wide and frightened for the first time. Frightened of him. When she reached them, she was more surprised to have him thrust her cloak at him. "Cover yourself. You look cold."
All three of them looked at each other as she wrapped the cloak around herself. His mind was spinning. He couldn't grab ground. Part of him felt this was right, muggles were lower than them, but he was still an Auror! He believed in the law! He believed murder was wrong. This went against everything he believed in. "How long?" he finally whispered.
"Forever," the girl whispered, "Bellatrix knew. She never joined, but she knew. Well, maybe now she did. But not risk her own life. Just as Snow White. Which makes her a genius--"
"It makes her a murder! A plague on the Ministry for years," Maddox said, turning his gaze to the girl. "She risked everything for nothing. Murder got her nowhere."
"Leave," one of the boys spoke up, his voice carrying with confidence even under Maddox's gaze. "We don't want you here if you can't see what we do. Keep fighting in politics. Keep fighting at the Ministry. Keep throwing--"
"Boy," he said in a threatening voice. "I am Maddox Avery, head of the Aurors. I've been an Auror longer than you've been alive. So let's get one thing straight between you and I... I make the rules."
The three were silent.
"Good. Now, what do you do after... this?" he gestured to the body, asking how they disposed of it.
"Nothing," the second boy said. "We leave it. If we have time. We find another."
"There's no... clean up? You mean a muggle comes around and finds them dead for no reason?"
"Well... this one was hasty. We normally do a better job faking the death of something else or succeeding... We thought we heard something. But it was you."
He took a deep breath. "Go home. All three of you. I will owl you soon. But I can't..."
"You can't make us do it alone either!" the girl protested. She looked at him. "They aren't calm enough. You... you're calm. We wanted to ask you... we walked you to come with us next time."
"I will. But now, leave," Maddox repeated. When she started to take off his cloak, he waved his hand. "Keep it."
The three Apparated away, creating loud pops in the air Maddox wasn't happy with. But they had left like he told them, that was a good sign. He found a payphone nearby and called in where the body was, including a wild description of no one to be the subject at first. Then, confused, frustrated, even angry, he went home, knowing he couldn't tell Molly that at least some of the beige faction were murders.