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pure_cabal ([info]pure_cabal) wrote in [info]mistaken_pieces,
@ 2008-12-21 21:58:00

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Entry tags:! ip, - 2020 august, - campgrounds, [player: cai], [player: jade], alex embers, callisto alders, kristóf diederich, malcolm bowen, natasha beckett, nigel ramsey, pierson alders

Pureblood Wizards Invitational - European Cup
Who: Any pureblood wizards coming to the meeting
When: August 19, 2020 - midmorning.
Where: Private hexed tent (Set up and protected with a Fidelius Charm)
Status: In-progress



The nice thing about providing for the cabal, Nigel reflected, was that he had no fear of arriving late. The tent they were to be meeting within had been set up the night before, and as it hadn't been used enough to acquire the usual buildup of junk that occurred with such things, it had taken only a small bit of spellwork to get the place all shipshape and ready: a simple meeting hall, with a door at either end. One to outside, one to the hall--clean and simple, just the way things needed to be. At the end opposite the door to outside, a fire burned in the hearth. The hall was monopolized by a large mahogany table, high-backed chairs set on either side of it. Just as he remembered, just as he'd always seen.

Of course, his own appearance was probably never a part of that image. His shirt wasn't tucked in, his boots ran up to his knees, and his hair hadn't been so much as trimmed in months (at least he'd seen fit to make sure his facial hair was at least presentable). A gigantic hat sat on his head, declaring his allegiance to Puddlemere United, dark blue and singing its heart out silently (he'd decided that perhaps the Puddlemere fight song wasn't perhaps the best mood to begin the meeting in).

Still, he would keep it with him until they were about to begin.

With the time for the meeting to begin fast approaching, Nigel took a seat at the head of the table, resting one leg up on the table.

They would be coming soon.


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[info]evil_wishes
2008-12-21 10:06 pm UTC (link)
Alex had managed to slip away from Cale during a particularly intense moment of the game. He had told his nephew that he would be gone for just a few minutes to stretch his legs, but he didn't plan to make good on that. His older brother, Jay, had seen him moving to leave and had quickly fallen into step beside him. They would leave Camden to watch the kids while they tended to business.

Jay took the lead as soon as they exited the stands, and it was therefore Jay who entered the tent first, lifting an eyebrow curiously and making a low comment about being early before Alex could peer in.

Alex paused with his brother just inside and cast his own curious glance around. He wasn't sure if this was what he had been expecting.

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[info]pure_cabal
2008-12-21 10:11 pm UTC (link)
"Gentlemen," greeted Nigel, steepling his fingers and surveying the two newcomers. They had already begun to gather, the seats were beginning to fill--they still numbered in the single-digits, but he had faith that their numbers would grow still yet.

"Please. Make yourselves comfortable."

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[info]evil_wishes
2008-12-21 10:30 pm UTC (link)
Alex lifted an eyebrow this time, but quickly smoothed his expression into a more fitting smile as he slid into a seat near Nigel. Jay nodded briefly to him before moving off to sit with a burly wizard who apparently knew him.

"Might you be the one we have to thank for the accommodations?" he wondered, lifting one hand casually to indicate the room at large. "Seems very fitting, I must say."

One didn't want anything too extravagant when plotting the downfall of a government. Or whatever the specifics of this meeting would outline.

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[info]pure_cabal
2008-12-21 10:47 pm UTC (link)
"I like to pride myself on matters of, shall we say, am-bi-ahnce," Nigel chuckled, watching the man. "We need few distractions when it comes to the topic at hand, I daresay."

The hat on his head would be distraction enough; at least, until the meeting began.

"Have we an idea of how many to expect?" he asked of the younger man then. He had, of course, been informed beforehand, but it was always a nice idea to see how much the rest of their little club knew.

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[info]evil_wishes
2008-12-21 11:27 pm UTC (link)
"Enough for a firm beginning," Alex answered easily, leaning back in his chair and sending a casual glance down the table. There were very few who he recognized as frequenters of Mr. Malfoy's shop, but that didn't entirely surprise him.

Something like this wouldn't be run by the lowlifes of the wizarding world. This would just be open to the more... influential... of those wishing for change, he supposed. Those with the money to get things done.

Wouldn't his parents be disappointed to know that this was what his inheritance earned him a place in?

Alex smiled slightly to himself before redirecting his attention to Nigel. "Hopeful for a victory?" he questioned, nodding to the hat.

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[info]pure_cabal
2008-12-21 11:43 pm UTC (link)
"Confident, more," responded Nigel. "You'll find that there is never satisfaction when those of superior lives are the downtrodden." It was simple enough: As the government kept trying to "make it up" to the Mudbloods and traitors, more and more of wizarding lines would begin to see the way they were being treated. Soon enough, it would be the purebloods that were being discriminated against--he had no doubts that when that happened, their ranks would increase exponentially.

"And you?" he queried then. "You sound as though you don't believe we will emerge victorious. In this day and age, that might prove... dangerous."

His was a winning smile.

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[info]evil_wishes
2008-12-21 11:51 pm UTC (link)
"I'm not sure how I'm to reply to that," Alex answered, smirking a little. "I'm afraid I've never been one for things that might prove dangerous. Call me a coward, call me a wise man. It's all the same to me, really."

Though he kept his pleasant smile in place, Alex was frowning slightly internally. He really didn't know what to make of this man yet. He would have to ask around and see who knew him afterwards. Jay knew some of the sorts that reminded Alex of this man -- he would ask him first.

"Looks like another arrival," Alex remarked, jerking his chin back toward the entrance to turn the conversation down another track.

A tall man dressed in a simple suit had just stepped inside with a house elf trailing after him.

After a second if inspection, Alex was surprised to realize that he recognized the wizards. He had stopped by Potentia once during the Tri-Wizard. One of the Bulgarian lot -- the headmaster if Alex wasn't mistaken.

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[info]inveterates
2008-12-22 01:16 am UTC (link)
It hadn't been that hard to get in.

The Alders family had always managed to avoid any real trouble with the Ministry. They were known for just barely skirting the lines of legality, for escaping accusations with technicalities and keeping their secrets and retaining all of their dignity in the face of the Mudblood-loving traitors controlling the wizarding government nowadays. So of course, it had come to pass that the Ministry had decided to call in the Alders on that specific day. And unwilling to even reveal that a meeting was taking place then, Naos and Meissa Alders had been forced to decline attending the European Cup meeting, instead stuck in a day of hearings and meetings with the Ministry.

So instead of letting the meeting pass by without an Alders in attendance, the responsibility had fallen to the two eldest children to attend in their wake. Pierson and Callisto Alders had arrived relatively early on, taking seats next to each other about midway between the two ends and talking quietly with each other rather than making small talk with the rest of the gathered.

"Try not to say anything that's going to get your loyalties questioned," Callisto murmured to Pierson.

"You say that like I'll do it intentionally," he responded with a pout.

"I wouldn't put it past you."

Callisto was actually quiet pleased to be there and a part of it all. It had been far too long since the purity of blood had been recognized for its superiority.

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[info]pure_cabal
2008-12-22 07:32 pm UTC (link)
Now there was a wizard he needed to greet. Personally, even. A calculating smile crossed over Nigel's face as he surveyed the newcomer, nodding once to himself. Kristóf Diederich. "So it seems," he said aloud, in response to the other man's words. "Pardon me."

Without waiting for a response he dropped his foot to the ground, rising gracefully and making his way around the table to stop in front of the Durmstrang headmaster, the hat fading away from his head as he came to a stop. "Herr Diederich," he acknowledged, inclining his head just slightly and watching the Bulgarian from under his brows. "What a pleasure."

Perhaps he was lying.

Then again, perhaps he was not.

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[info]evil_wishes
2008-12-22 07:51 pm UTC (link)
Kristóf smiled faintly at the other man's action, but offered no more than a nod in return.

It took only a brief guess to acquire the other man's name: Ramsey. Or at least that was the name that was being passed around to everyone whom Kristóf had spoken to leading up to this event.

"Ramsey," he hazarded, lifting one dark eyebrow. "You are the von vot offered the accommodations, are you not? I vould personally vish to thank you."

Kristóf allowed his gaze to wander around the room, taking the moment to glance at those in attendance as well.

"Very vell suited."

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[info]pure_cabal
2008-12-22 08:57 pm UTC (link)
Of course it was--would he have allowed it to be anything else? The smile on his face grew then, as Nigel took a step back and straightened. "I am glad my choices seem to be so well received," he said, picking an invisible piece of lint from his lapel and hooking both hands into his pockets. "And I am, of course, so very pleased that I was given so early an opportunity to provide for the coterie."

Of course he was. Who wouldn't have been?

"Now, I do believe that I was informed that you would be heading this little meeting of ours, correct?" A small smile remained as he linked arms behind his back, waiting for the response. It would be in the affirmative, he was sure. His sources were rarely wrong.

"Mm. It seems my opinions haff become known enough to most that I vas suitable," was the headmaster's gruff response--Nigel nodded once, slowly, pleased.

"We've left a seat for you at the table's head, then," he declared, gesturing towards it. "Please, if you will..."

He trailed off as he strode back around the table, waiting until the headmaster had been seated before resting both hands on the table and leaning into it. "Well, then, all here, aren't we?" he asked aloud, sending a winning smile around the gathered as he waited for the various conversations to come to a close. "Might I bid you all welcome, as I will be playing the role of your esteemed host this fine day? You may refer to me as simply 'Nigel.'" Taking a step back from the table, he stepped into a dramatic bow, his hair dropping past his shoulders and back as he straightened up. "Please, do not hesitate to ask if something can be done to make this meeting more... pleasant."

Perhaps it would be pleasant. Then again, perhaps it would not be.

"And with that said, I shall pass the torch to my esteemed colleague, and the man who shall be the head of today's talks." Nigel settled himself into a chair finally, resting one foot on the opposite knee and lacing his fingers in his lap. "The table is yours, herr."

The meeting had officially begun.

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[info]evil_wishes
2008-12-22 09:53 pm UTC (link)
Kristóf smiled pleasantly as he looked down the table at those who had gathered for this meeting of those who felt snubbed by Britain's ministry. At the moment, they were just those who felt their protests had passed unheard for long enough -- with a few exceptions, he was sure.

Soon, though, he would attempt to give them a purpose. From there, it would be up to those attending and the strength of their influence and dedication to continue rolling the snowball Kristóf hoped to start.

For another second, Kristóf silently regarded those whom he knew or had heard good things about. There was the Beckett woman sitting near the opposite end watching him with an intent, rather bored expression. The Embers brothers -- a third of which had slipped in and was taking a seat. He recalled that he had known their sister. And... there were a few too young for him to have a clear idea on who they were or who they were representing.

"Comrades," he began quietly, unconcerned with lifting his voice to carry. If they wished to listen, they would hear. "I vish, first, to thank those vot haff decided to allow a foreign vizard to begin these proceedings. It is my vish that soon England vill enjoy the same purity that Bulgaria cherishes."

Pausing, Kristóf folded his hands on the table and cast a steady gaze toward a few of the attendees. "Ve haff gathered to discuss these recent..." He frowned slightly as if the word irritated him to speak. "...laws your ministry has put into being. And vot vays ve, being vot ve are, vish to respond. Sitting idly by, it is seeming, is not vorking for your country. Each day I haff been hearing of the impure dictating your lives."

This time a small, halfway amused grin slid into place with his pause. "I haff heard only this morning that in this country, you haff been forced to pay your servants." Here he paused entirely to cast an amused glance toward the house elf that stood quietly near his chair. The creature pulled the proper look of disgust into place, and Kristóf turned his attention back to those gathered.

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[info]inveterates
2008-12-22 11:14 pm UTC (link)
It was interesting, Callisto thought, that it was a Bulgarian man that had been named the head of the proceedings. Despite her distaste for the man's appearance, at least the first speaker had been of the country. He, at least, likely understood some of the finer points of the Ministry's workings. "I think you'll find, sir," she murmured aloud, voice tuned appropriately, "that those of us who would be affected by this silly law have already found the appropriate means of bypassing it."

If he would make them strain to hear his voice, she would make him strain to hear hers. "It is difficult for a good servant to disobey orders--those who would risk incurring wrath by informing the Ministry would not be worthy of service in the first place, wouldn't you say?"


- - -


Next to his sister, Pierson was mentally turning his eyes to the ceiling. Tell him not to say anything out of place, and there she went, talking back to the guy running the whole thing!

Sometimes he didn't understand Callie, that was for certain. But he wouldn't try to say anything to it--he'd just grin to himself and watch what transpired.

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[info]evil_wishes
2008-12-22 11:34 pm UTC (link)
Alex rolled his shoulders, turning his glance from the girl, to Kristóf, and back again. Kristóf caught his glance the second time and, looking vaguely amused, lifted one dark eyebrow.

He was going to take that as permission to speak up.

Spreading his hands out before him, Alex shook his head. "I'm looking at this another way. Yes, those of us who the laws bother can get around them easily enough -- money, power, influence, cunning... but we shouldn't need to. Why should we be concerning ourselves with the illegality of unpaid servants?"

Once upon a time being pureblood made you practically royalty. Now it made you feel like you were the subject of the witch hunts muggles had conducted ages ago.

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[info]inveterates
2008-12-22 11:56 pm UTC (link)
"You're actually losing sleep over this triviality?" Callisto responded, arching an eyebrow at him. "My point is not whether or not we should have to play on either side of the law or not, but that the attempts of a tainted Ministry to change our ways of life will hardly work in the manner that was originally insinuated. Pardon me, sir, but we are hardly being forced to pay servants now, even if the Ministry's fools try to make it so. The poisoned may try to exert their control over the pure, but we have always lived by our own laws and, as this meeting should well show, we will not allow them to continue with their inanity."

For just a moment she cast her disparaging look down the table towards the man that had spoken against her, then raised her hand to dismiss the topic. "However, I would imagine that we have hardly gathered here to debate the powers of a government run by traitors and filth versus the shrewd cunning of the pure--at least, not in such a narrow form as a law to ensure lesser beings pay." For a moment, Callisto allowed herself a cold smile, then continued, "Please, let us return to the discussion rather than continuing to squabble like schoolchildren."

She'd spoken what she wanted to--English wizards were not nearly as ruled by the Ministry as the Bulgarian seemed to believe.

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[info]evil_wishes
2008-12-23 12:09 am UTC (link)
Kristóf was amused to note that Alex Embers rolled his eyes while his older brother let out a bark of a laugh, apparently even more amused that his brother was receiving such a lecture from a girl who couldn't even have been out of school yet.

She did have her points, though, and he would allow them.

"I vould not vish to insinuate that the impure haff acquired such a stranglehold. I vas merely..." Kristóf waved his hand vaguely as if swatting away an annoying insect. "Making observations."

Dropping that topic where it stood, Kristóf moved on.

"I haff to believe that those of you vhich live here are the most informed." Kristóf tilted his head slightly to one side and gestured again. "By all means... I vish to hear vot it is that the group of you sees as a solution. I vould hate to continue this discussion in a direction not appreciated or vanted."

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[info]pure_cabal
2008-12-23 12:40 am UTC (link)
Nigel was already very much at-odds with the rest of the meeting. The atmosphere was hardly the cold, tense one he remembered from years ago. There was no fear to be struck into the hearts of the rest of those present, there was no threat to keep people from speaking out. Nobody was taking their immediate lead, making decisions and assigning duties.

Perhaps he was being impatient.

"Didn't somebody say once the only way to solve the disease was to destroy the cause?" piped up another man, from somewhere farther down the table. "I move we do that."

Then again, perhaps not.


[[ooc: Nigel, a catchphrase does not mean you should use it in every post! Sheesh...]]

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[info]evil_wishes
2008-12-23 12:58 am UTC (link)
"Twist out the root and burn it in the hearth," murmured a dark haired woman -- the one Kristóf had earlier identified as Beckett.

She cast a languid look toward the man who had piped up before turning her attention back to her fingernails. No one here, she thought, was worthy of her time.

What had the girl said? Bickering like school children? Everyone had been doing that since the end of the last war. Didn't they understand yet?

"Petty conversations," she continued half to herself. "Once upon a time we weren't about talk."

Action always seemed more fitting to her. There was no point talking the talk. Walk the walk and no one would need to guess your intentions.

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[info]pure_cabal
2008-12-23 02:02 am UTC (link)
"So why don't we do something?" chimed in Malcolm Bowen, casting an amused look toward Beckett. "No matter what we plan, no matter how annoyed we are with society--things aren't going to change until we do something."

From the far end of the table, their host lifted his chin from his chest, looking very amused with the turn the conversation had taken. "Think back," he advised. "What would those before us have done?"

Bowen smirked. "Left a mark. Let's choose a target."

Sounded far more productive than arguing over the payment to house elves.

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[info]evil_wishes
2008-12-23 02:13 am UTC (link)
Beckett grinned, nodding slightly without looking up as she heard Malcolm's words. She would have thought less of him if he wasn't the one to come up with a clear-cut, simple plan to move things along.

"Someone close, someone safe." She had moved on to playing with her hair now, but she had at least deemed it worth her time to give some others at the table a vacant look.

She paused, considering, then focused on Callisto.

"Someone young."

Yes, that was the important thing these days, wasn't it? They had 'saved' the world for the children. Wouldn't it be a shame if they weren't safe in this cushy new world?

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[info]inveterates
2008-12-23 02:23 am UTC (link)
Despite the look being directed toward her, Callisto still had no troubles in lifting an eyebrow. "I suppose you've a target in mind?" she questioned haughtily, resting her chin in her hand to illustrate just how seriously she was taking the unspoken threat.

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[info]evil_wishes
2008-12-23 02:32 am UTC (link)
Beckett mimicked the girl, resting her chin on her hand and adopting a sing-sing voice. "Why not those closest to us in the more literal sense?"

"But no," she continued in the same breath, looking away as something in the texture of the table caught her eye. "It wouldn't do. No, no. For my part, I believe all children bleed the same, but..."

Not looking up, she gestured impatiently, signaling for someone else to make a decision.

---

Alex had been frowning throughout the entirety of the recent round of discussion, but at Beckett's impatient wave, he decided to try speaking up again. "Are we actually considering a child? If we are, there needs to be a decision on whether it's going to be muggleborn, halfblood..."

He lifted his shoulder in a shrug. "Narrow our choices, as it were."

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[info]pure_cabal
2008-12-23 02:40 am UTC (link)
"I don't think it needs to be a child at all," interjected Bowen, using that idea to vault himself back into the conversation. "For the first, I think we need somebody big. Something that's going to get us the news. The rumors. We need to build ourselves up."

What better way to signify their return than to make the headlines sing?

He'd put the name out there: "Kingsley Shacklebolt."

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[info]evil_wishes
2008-12-23 02:47 am UTC (link)
Over at his end of the table, Jay Embers barked out another laugh while his brothers merely looked amused.

"Shacklebolt?" Alex asked, incredulous now that his amusement was fading. "You can't be serious. He has more wizards guarding him than even Merlin knows. And I've heard he's a fair hand at spells himself."

"Dueling?" Kristóf wondered suddenly. "Is that to vhich you prefer? No. Ve vould not need to be so... brazen."

The Bulgarian gestured delicately, miming tipping a vial into the drink his house elf had provided him with a moment earlier. "Vot is a good duelist vhen his afternoon tea may undo him?"

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[info]pure_cabal
2008-12-23 02:56 am UTC (link)
This was more like it. Less of the senseless bickering and more plotting--Nigel smirked, raising one finger just slightly to signal his desire to speak. "A simple matter, really. How many wizards enter the Ministry each day? They can't keep track of everyone," he pointed out, "and there are most certainly items around that could, shall we say... hide our perpetrators from sight."

"But why necessarily hide from sight when you can just waltz right in?" asked one of the other women in the room, a deep, sultry voice. "I should say it might be possible for some of us to get inside with little problem at all."

As she shifted in her chair, swinging her hair behind her shoulders to reveal just how far down her shirt dipped, Nigel thought he had perhaps an inkling of what she meant.

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[info]evil_wishes
2008-12-23 03:02 am UTC (link)
"Charm our way right into the Ministry's very heart," Beckett added, laughing lowly to herself. "Name your poison and send her on her delightful way."

She went back to twisting her hair around her finger for a moment, completely uninterested in the tangles she was introducing into it. Poison and murder... those were the keywords of the day.

And media.

Not such a scary word, but it was important.

"Will we shout it from the rooftops?" she wondered, still unconcerned about anyone following the switching tracks of her thought process.

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[info]pure_cabal
2008-12-23 03:19 am UTC (link)
"Shout it from the rooftops?" repeated Nigel, wrinkling his nose. "How distasteful."

"Not to mention suicidal," snorted the woman who had made the offer earlier.

"Are we to take the Death Eaters as our 'inspiration,' then?" questioned Bowen, touching his chin in thought.

"Can you point out anything they did that's not be beneficial to us now?" someone else pointed out.

"Aside from losing to a child?"

"A Mark would make it a bit difficult to perform some of the more... animal tasks," mused Isaura. "A bit hard to hide, you see."

"And they lost the last time."

"That is the main thing we'll try to avoid," Bowen remarked dryly.

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[info]evil_wishes
2008-12-23 03:24 am UTC (link)
"The best thing they ever did was keep their identities secret," Alex pointed out, not even needing to look to see that Jay... Camden... or both of them would be rolling their eyes. "It's one of the few things they did right."

"And we can discuss the finer points of why the D.E.s kicked it all day long just like everything else," interrupted Jay with a small smirk.

Alex shot him a look, but Jay simply shrugged. He could speak as much as the next person.

"What to do, then, right? A Mark's been done, shouting is out... We could always pin it on some other bloke, but there goes all the glory for us."

"Muggles," Beckett decided tonelessly, half awake at this point. "Blame the muggles. Inspire some fear of the useless mud-creatures."

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[info]pure_cabal
2008-12-23 03:32 am UTC (link)
"Well, I wouldn't count out something like the mark entirely..." Nigel was in the midst of saying when Beckett brought up the idea of pinning it all on the Muggles. He paused, listening to the murmurs that went around, then nodded once--he knew when an idea was garnering interest. He'd leave it for now, and then when things settled down again raise a new idea.

"So how can we pin this onto the Muggles? It's pretty hard to swallow that they just somehow knew what wizard to kill," asked Bowen, back to stroking his chin.

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[info]evil_wishes
2008-12-23 03:38 am UTC (link)
"They talk to the muggle's Ministry," Beckett decided, waving one hand and wrinkling her nose as if even thinking about it had allowed a rank aura to come near her. "The muggle minister knows of our minister."

They knew, and therefore they could kill him.

Smiling lazily, Beckett lifted her wand and idly gave it a little flick. "We can make the muggles do whatever we like, you know."

Her family hadn't been one to pass up chances to learn of the Unforgivables.

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[info]pure_cabal
2008-12-31 11:23 am UTC (link)
Silence reigned over the room for a long moment while Beckett's words were contemplated by all parties involved. Finally, Bowen was the one to speak, shaking his head in awe. "So that's that, then," he said aloud, glancing over to Beckett again. "Should've known you'd be the one to come up with this, love."


- - -


At the far end of the table, Nigel was staring intently at his steepled fingers, the thoughts racing in an effort to come to a conclusion before another idea could be started. It was hardly what he'd been hoping to see--he'd been hoping to see the next generation of Death Eaters, begun anew!--but... it did have promise.

Perhaps not having one group to attribute the murder to would make it harder on the Aurors. Not being able to find the insurgents responsible would allow them more freedom--without a Mark to hide, they would walk the streets fearless, confident, the Ministry unable to touch them.

Still... the idea of attempting to instill a fear of Muggles, of all sorts, made Nigel's lip curl just so slightly. It was obvious that they would hardly be able to make these sorts of plans... but then again, it was possible he was simply not giving them enough credit. If one were to look back at the history of the world and see all the bloody wars Muggles had caused... But it was demeaning, to allow them the fear that would rightfully belong to this group, he and those about him.

Perhaps it was that that had been the Death Eaters' downfall. A sense of pride, as it were. Hubris. Hmm. It was an angle that required further thought.

In spite of his thoughts, Nigel spoke not a word, turning his attention back to the conversation of the table and reserving judgment for whatever was decided upon by the rest of them all.

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[info]evil_wishes
2008-12-31 10:07 pm UTC (link)
Beckett took in the silence with a bored glance before she stowed her wand back up her sleeve, hoping to inspire more conversation when she was a little less threatening. No one liked to see the crazy witch armed, did they?

She wasn't crazy, though. Oh no. Beckett simply thought outside of the box. She was fairly sure she didn't even know what the box looked like.

Beckett flashed a wide smile to Bowen before continuing along the discussion, planning to make her point more tasteful to some of the others.

"What's inspiring a little fear of the Muggles?" she wondered, flicking a hand as if a bug had come near her. "If they're feared, we can kill them, yes? Imprison them, hunt them, frown on the ones bred from them. And no one will hunt us. We'll be saviors. Those who hunt the monsters in the dark places and allow those in the light to be unburdened of fears. It all becomes what we want, and what we want is for this thing to happen. Surely that's not a bad plan?"

--

Alex thought about it, but he couldn't come up with an argument against it. He was loathe to agree with the woman who seemed as if she had no idea where she was half the time, but...

When there was no better plan, what could you do?

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