Who: Argus Pyrites & Luna Lovegood What: Bringing the Captive some food. And having unwanted conversation. Where: Shalott, in the cellar-room-thing When: Tuesday, 26 January, after closing Rating/Warnings: TBA
Sometimes Argus had to wonder if keeping this girl alive was even necessary. He suspected it wasn't, really - they could still get what they wanted out of her father under the pretense that she was still alive. At least he thought so. Still, he wasn't particularly keen on killing, or getting his hands dirtier than was needed. Unless he got a direct order to do away with Lovegood's daughter, Argus wasn't about to make any rash decisions.
She was annoying, sure, and a burden he'd rather be doing without. But bringing her some food once a day was hardly a huge imposition - though he always hoped he'd find her sleeping when he came down, as he sometimes had. When she wasn't, she gave him odd looks and asked bizarre questions. It made him very uncomfortable, for some reason he couldn't place - after all, she was only a young girl.
He didn't consider tonight any different from the others. The staff had closed up and gone home and he, as occasionally happened, had remained behind to go over some figures and paperwork before extinguishing the lights in his office and heading to the kitchen. Although he knew that the girl ought to be grateful that he was bringing her food at all, Argus' personality almost demanded that he still put in a good effort at preparing her food. It wasn't the quality of anything on the menu, but there was nevertheless a certain degree of consideration, even artistry, to the meal he'd prepared.
As he stalked down the stairs and reached the door of the room the captive was kept in, Argus steeled himself for the possibility that she would be especially chatty tonight. After undoing the wards he'd placed on the door, he replaced his wand up his sleeve, easily accessible. Just in case. He opened the door and entered, letting his eyes adjust to the dim lights.