A. Pucey (asailor) wrote in unforgivenrpg, @ 2010-11-06 12:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2000-11, c: adrian pucey, c: tavish urquhart, type: thread |
WHO Adrian Pucey & Tavish Urquhart
WHEN 6 Nov 2000 | morning
WHERE Gryffins Steep
RATING Low
Adrian rarely got sleep as it was; he was the only competent Keeper for the Steep and the waters had to be watched at night. Though last night it was hardly a chore, his body was anxious and nearly shaking with adrenaline, he wasn't there but he knew what was going on and wondered what effect--if any--it was having on those in the area. Hearing that Tavish needed him, didn't feel safe at home? It only added to it all. There was no way that he had been found out, he may have been half a Hufflepuff but he was still raised as a Slytherin and Adrian knew that he had left little trace of what had been done and by whom. Even if they did figure out it was him there was no way that had already figured that out. It would take weeks to work through all the spellwork. And though logic reminded him of all those things as the night went on and he listened to the waves and the wind, it was hard to believe it through bleary eyes. As dawn approached it was all Adrian could do to go through his normal routine, and instead of going to bed as was customary he began to work through his chores. Natalie had once more locked herself into her room and he wasn't bothered with her this morning, only last remembered that she might want breakfast. When he knocked there was no answer and he gave up, instead going back to the kitchen to clean up letting the simple act help clear his mind. He was still carefully complying his next move; he knew Gringotts was the next target, a logical target. Money was important and without it...things would fall into chaos. Upon moving to the front closet, Adrian pulled on his jacket and carefully buttoned it along all its thick wool exterior before gearing himself up to step outside. He hadn't bothered checking on the chickens--they had had enough eggs--but he couldn't let it go too long else they would start to get possessive. He was half way to the hen house when he felt the wards of his floo go off and lifting his collar against the cold win turned back around to head inside to meet with Tavish. He was much earlier then he'd first assumed. |