Date: 1 November, 1997 Characters: Marcus Flint, Anyone Else?? Location: Hogs Head Private/Semi-Private/Public: PUBLIC Summary: Flint finished a new type of assignment. He could really use a pint Status: Incomplete
Flint tried not to let many things bother him. It wasn't that hard, he had years of practice under his belt. Becoming a Death Eater had been practical, his first real job. He did what he was told without question. He roughed up a few houses, sent a few messages and went on his way. He thought he had figured it out, that things would keep going as they were but he was wrong. Things were progressing. The Dark Lord was tightening his grip in his hunt for power and he was the fist.
Roughing up houses was easy, cathartic even. Roughing up a person? Usually not a problem. If someone pissed him off and threw a punch he responded, quick and easy. This was different. This was starting the fight, going after someone unawares. This wasn't fists and fair game, this wasn't a battle of strengths, this was wrong somehow. He wasn't against cheating, his Quidditch record had proven that. It wasn't that he was against wand fights either. It simply felt too removed, which he never thought he would have a problem with. It was watching as someone's eyes filled with fear and confusion as his wand send them screaming in agony.
He didn't know them, he didn't care about them and it felt too mechanical. He had been charged, with two other men, to bring in one of the unregistered families. A tip had been given and they had gone in. A set of parents around his parents age and a brat no older than eight. Their orders were clear, grab them and teach them. It hadn't mattered if they tried to go in easy, they were to be tortured. It had taken a little over a half an hour but he felt exhausted. He couldn't forget their faces as they watched their little boy scream. At least he now knew he wasn't invincible, might make things that were to come easier. Probably not. He drank from his pint, his eyes weary and his brows knotted with tension. He should be able to put it behind him, it wasn't so easy today.
It would get better, there wasn't another option. He couldn't help them, they couldn't offer anything in return. That's just how it was.