Ian Savage (isavage) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-01-26 10:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 january, augustus rookwood, ian savage |
Who: Ian Savage and Augustus Rookwood
What: Interrogation time
Where: A secure room in the Owl Post Office
When: Monday morning [backdated]
Rating: TBD
Ian was more than happy to interrogate the prisoner. He was furious at the man to begin with. Cyril hadn't said it outright, but there was something about his question, 'what are the odds of him turning up now', that gave Ian concern. Either Cyril was wondering if Ian was incompetent and allowed someone to trail him, or Cyril suspected that he was involved in assisting the bastard somehow. Neither of those possibilities were pleasant to contemplate, and it was all Augustus Rookwood's fault.
The room was small, but it was well fortified. Rookwood was magically bound to a wooden chair. He appeared a little bruised, but not too much worse for wear. Ian held his wand in his hand, ready for anything. "Augustus Rookwood. What could possibly make you believe that being inside the quarantine was a good plan?" he asked. He wasn't expecting a straight answer, but it would tell him how much resistance he was likely to encounter. Too much sincerity up front would indicate that the man was prepared with a cover story of lies. Too much insolence would mean that perhaps he expected someone else to come to his aid.