yaxley (yaxley) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-11-02 02:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2000-11, c: janus yaxley, type: log |
Who: Janus Yaxley, David Montgomery [NPC]
When: Tuesday night (November 2)
Where: Sittingbourne, Kent, England (Montgomery home)
Rating: PG
Summary: Yaxley fits in a quick watch around the Montgomery house and unfortunately is engaged in conversation by Mr. Montgomery.
Janus had fit in a small watch at the Muggle’s home. The Order or rebels had made no appearance yet, even though it had been nearly three weeks since Montgomery had alerted someone for help with her father, in light of Dolohov’s menacing comment. Keeping someone on watch at the home wasn’t possible anymore; he wouldn’t have pressed the point anyway, considering how already ridiculous his insistence the home be watched looked to his peers. Janus stopped pressing the point, but used DMLE resources, the occasional willing Death Eater, and himself for the watch duties.
He had also set up a few Ministry-grade detectors the week before. It had taken Janus far too much time figuring out how to tie the alarm to some sort of warning system for him, but he had managed to get one of the research sorts at the Ministry to explain it to him until he knew what to do. He paused in front of the terraced house and looked up at the windows, seeing the lights were on. Holding up a portable foe-glass, he pointed it at the home and then turned around, continuing his search. After pocketing the mirror-like device, he pulled his long “trenchcoat” down a bit and began to walk on, with the intention of checking the back yard of the property.
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David had been sitting in the living room, watching The Manchurian Candidate. He wasn’t able to get lost in the movie, but that was hardly unusual for him now. Maybe years ago, when the children were still here, he’d get immersed in the movie, with Ronnie by his side, and Jessie and Danny playing upstairs, but now, he spent too much time concentrating on outside noises, hoping to hear a sign that his children had come back.
Well, two of them anyway.
David leaned back into his chair with a sigh, though he immediately straightened again when he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. Was that-- He got up, his eyes barely glancing at his gun by the door as he picked it up, before he opened the door and walked out with his gun safely tucked in his belt. When he saw a man walking, he sighed. He looked familiar, with that trench coat, and David called out, “Can I help you with something? I think I’ve seen you here before.”
--
Yaxley whirled to face the man who exited the house. This wasn’t the first time he had seen Montgomery’s father, nor the first time he spoke to him , though the previous time had been a basic ‘greeting.’
“I live nearby. Just taking a walk,” he replied levelly, looking to the Muggle with a neutral expression.
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David raised his eyebrows at the man. He lived nearby? He wasn’t sure he believed the man. He would’ve that, unless the man had moved into the neighborhood recently. “Really? Did you just move here? I’m sure I would’ve seen you before.” Sure, he had seen the man sporadically the last two weeks, but still.
David closed the door behind him, and took a step down towards the man, leaning on the porch banister. He tightened his arms around his chest, it had just occured to him how cold it was outside.
--
“Yeah,” Janus replied, looking directly in the man’s eyes. “Just moved in a few weeks ago.” Really, he didn’t have time to keep conversing with this idiot. The man was nosy, and addition to his Muggle background, it made Janus even less interested in conversing with him.
“Would you rather I don’t walk here? I wasn’t aware you owned the sidewalk as well.” He didn’t budge from where he stood and crossed his arms.
--
A slow smile spread across his face, and it looked much like his daughter’s Ronnie’s, with just a hint of a smart ass attitude shining through. “Indeed, I do own the sidewalk.” He looked at the man, raising his eyebrows at him again. He wasn’t sure what to make of the man.
After a moment, he nodded his head back towards the house, “Come on. Let me welcome you to the neighborhood. I’m surprised Miss Charlotte didn’t send out a newsletter when you moved in.” He held the door open to the man, watching him patiently. “I’m sorry, I haven’t even--My name’s David Montgomery.”
--
He had a difficult time not breaking his cover and hexing the smile off the man’s face. Unfortunately, the situation forced him endure this man’s company for however longer it took to get away from him. “You do? Interesting,” he responded derisively. Greedy Muggles, nothing new.
Janus blinked a bit when the man invited him inside and introduced himself. The last thing he wanted was to spend time with the father of that little criminal, but accepting the invitation and going within would give him a look at the layout of the home, in case he’d have to go inside at any point. Looking past Montgomery and then back to the man, he shrugged. “Sure, if you’d like. ...John Harris. I’m from Stoke-on-Trent.” He had used that alias decades with his Ministry work.
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David nodded, and let the man, John, walk past him into the hallway, and closed the door behind him. His home hadn’t changed much in several years. There were pictures of his family on the wall, his collection of classic American movies and music, his kitchen was small but well used, and the table had three police folders spread out on it, one of them closed and had been for years, the other two looked like they had been shuffled through repeatedly. But still, the home wasn’t messy. Just the home of a clean, but busy man.
“Sorry, if it’s messy, I just got home from work not long ago,” he said, “Would you like tea? Or I have whiskey, if you’d like.” He went to the kitchen, and got two mugs, bringing them back into the study where Frank Sinatra was paused on the telly. David watched the man for a moment before asking, “So, John, what brings you Sittingbourne?”
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Janus had been in Muggle residences before, but rarely had actually taken the time to look at what was within. Nothing interested him, it was Muggle rubbish, but he did curiously investigate his surroundings as best as he could. He paused when he saw the photographs on the wall.
“Just a shot of whiskey would be fine. I don’t intend to stay for too long. You must have things to do, since you’ve gotten off work.”
“Work transfer,” he replied smoothly, still looking at the photographs. “I work in transport.”
Turning back to David, he asked one of the worst possible questions. “So you have a family?”
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“I do, actually. I’m working on a case. Still, thought I’d be neighborly,” David replied, as he walked over to a cabinet and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, pouring John a shot, and handed the glass to him. Of course, he was always, constantly working on this case, to find his daughters. It was getting more and more frustrating since there had been no sign of either of them for at least a year and a half.
At John’s question, David blinked slowly. “I do. They’re, uh, away, right now.” He took a big swallow of his whiskey, obviously not willing to discuss his missing daughters. They had left three years ago, and he had no idea if they were still alive. He knew a lot of the people in the neighborhood felt sorry for him, and thought he couldn’t let go, but he was unwilling to do such a thing when he still believed they were alive.
After a moment, he asked a return question, “What about you, John? Do you have a family?”
--
“A case?” The question was meant for Janus more than his Muggle host, and he couldn’t help but wonder what the circumstances were of its usage. He took the glass and raised it, forcing the most civil smile he could muster. “You’re with law enforcement?” he asked, following it down with the shot. The whisky was no Ogden’s, but it was more bearable than he had expected, not to say he was a drinker.
The answer to his question about Montgomery’s family was interesting to hear, considering he had one of the man’s daughters locked in his home. “That’s unfortunate,” Yaxley began, setting the shot glass down on the nearest surface. “Red head twins, you must have your work cut out for you.” He noticed the young boy Greyback had killed in a few of the pictures as well, but said nothing.
After a pause, he nodded a positive. “I have a daughter who goes away to school, but she’s closer to the in-laws, so she’s usually with them, even during the holidays. I hate it.”
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“Yes. Have been for almost twenty five years,” David said, his eyes on the picture of Ronnie and Jessie playing when they were younger. Before they went to Hogwarts and decided they hated how different they were. In the picture, they were about nine, and a smile appeared as he looked at their faces. Jessie looked like she was trying with all her might, but Ronnie had a small smirk on her face, a hint that she was about to give Jessie some slack on the rope before pulling her sister to the ground.
David shook his head and looked back at John, “They’re quite a handful. It doesn’t help that they’re completely different. When they were younger, it wasn’t a problem, but when they went off to boarding school...” he trailed off and smiled, he loved his daughters, even if they couldn’t fully love each other.
He nodded with understanding when John talked about his daughter, “that sounds horrible,” it was, he knew from experience, but he bit his tongue from saying that at least John knew where his daughter was. “I’m sorry.”
--
He had Montgomery’s father beat by about 5 years in law enforcement and for that, he was smugly relieved – not that he’d ever compare a Muggle law officer to a Hit Wizard. “Boarding school…” he mused aloud. “Sounds like they don’t want to be confused with one another or lumped together, as seems to be so common with twins.”
“It is horrible,” he continued. “The nearest school was recently closed, the one I’d have sent her to...so I was left with no other choice.” Why was he still discussing such personal matters with the man? He focused on the strange Muggle contraption across the room that could be found in nearly all of their homes, as he remembered. The thing was called tell-a-vision or something similarly stupid, and he watched curiously as a picture was moving on it and sound came from the box. Yaxley reached into his coat and put his hand around the end of his wand, looking to Mr. Montgomery. “M--David,” he began, finally pulling his hand out and leaving the wand in an inner pocket. “It’s rather late. We should continue this sometime soon when we have time. How about this weekend or Friday?”
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“Probably. They’ve always been different, I think they just found other friends they had more in common with. It’s funny though, I accidently called Ronnie, my oldest, by Jessie, and she punched me in the arm. Being confused with her sister was the worst thing that could happen, apparently.” David smiled and shook his head, not letting his worry show.
David took a sip of the whiskey, and tilted his head curiously at John. Why was he staring at the telly? Was it cause it was a Sinatra movie? “Do you like Frank Sinatra, John?” He raised his eyebrows though, when John brought it up that it was late. His eyes flicked to the clock, it was getting late, and he had to wake up early the next morning. Still, it felt nice talking to someone who didn’t pity him. “This weekend sounds great. You know where I live,” he said with a smile, holding out a hand for a brisk shake goodbye.
--
“I can’t blame her,” Yaxley remarked. He had finally met Jessica, and he could see Veronica hating the confusion. Jessica was the complete opposite of her sister, from what he had noticed from his interaction with her at the Halloween masquerade. “I’d hate being confused with a twin too, when you’re nothing alike.”
Having no idea who Frank Sinatra was, Janus slowly looked back to David blankly. “Who? Oh, right," was his delayed response. “I couldn’t tell it was him from here. Maybe I need stronger glasses.” Finally, he had managed to excuse himself, and Janus quickly shook David’s hand, not wasting another second before he exited the man’s home. Next time he’d remember to wear the travelling cloak, as cumbersome as it was. He hated talking to Muggles, especially when he had no idea what they were talking about.