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Michael Corner (mecorner) wrote in intothefire_rpg,

It wasn't as though Michael hadn't believed Justin. In their many years of acquaintenceship and eventual friendship, Justin had always been an honest man. But really, Michael thought he looked like the least likely person to perform any kind of assassination.

He'd floo'd in (and really, if they were on lockdown, why weren't the floo systems closed?) and immediately been reprimanded in custody as though he'd come back to kill again. Most unnecessary. There was no need for so much manhandling. He gave up his wand and followed obediently, but the trigger happy hitwizard was keen on shoving and pulling him around like putty.


"I'm just here to see Mr. Finch-Fletchley," Michael sighed for the fifth time. "You gentlemen have had this place so thoroughly covered I can't even send an owl to him."

"You'd find, Mr. Crowner, that things would be easier if you were less sarcastic."

"It's Corner," Michael replied. "And please, check my wand, check anything you like. I've been at work all morning. Or just call Mr. Finch-Fletchley down."


And it wasn't as though Michael were worried or feared for his safety in this office-come-interrogation room, but he felt a huge wave of relief when he saw Justin, flustered and tired, appear in the doorway to retrieve him.


"And I told you I know you, you'll stress yourself out too much." He put a firm, reassuring hand on Justin's arm. "I'm really sorry for what's happened, Just. I'm sorry-" he smiled sheepishly. "Sorry for dragging you down here to get me."