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Post by Artemisios Snow on Jul 13, 2008 21:56:01 GMT -5
The man who had been speaking shared a look with the others. The quill was no use if it was no longer in the girl's possession. However, they would need it as proof for Herr Snow. None of them wanted to be the one to report an unverified story. His eyes returned to the boy's. "My apologies, but as this quill was not Miss Snow's property to begin with, it was not hers to give." He slipped the quill into a pocket in his robes. "Might I ask where you boys were going today?" A mask of false civility slipped over the man's face.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 13, 2008 22:08:41 GMT -5
Michael's hand clenched slightly around his wand to keep himself from reaching out to Dare, he could feel the unease coming from Dare and wanted to help, but knew he couldn't. He watched the dancing quill disappear, his mind momentarily going back to seeing it in Dare's back pocket. "We were going to find something new to draw," he gestured lightly to his book, "When you live in the castle you exhaust its sights." It was the truth, even if it wasn't all of it.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 13, 2008 22:13:42 GMT -5
Dare nodded in agreement, even if he hadn't even begun to exhaust the castle's sights yet. He was going to draw, though. He didn't gesture to his own book. It was visible enough as it was. The immediate terror was beginning to wear off, and Dare started thinking strategy. He decided the dumb kid routine was easy enough, considering how absolutely stupid he felt right now. "Do you know anyplace good?" he asked. "I mean, besides the Shrieking Shack? It's off-limits to students."
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Post by Artemisios Snow on Jul 13, 2008 22:21:25 GMT -5
Annoyance and impatience were rapidly creeping in. The man leading the interrogation nearly gritted his teeth at the boy's stupidity. Again, he looked to the other two men and exchanged glances. Then, he returned his gaze to the boys. "I am afraid I cannot help you," he said. He paused, then gave a warning. "You will do well not to become involved in Miss Snow's affairs. Remember that."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 13, 2008 22:29:28 GMT -5
Michael felt that the men were about to let them go, though he didn't breathe a sigh of relief or loosen his grip on his wand just yet. "I have enough problems without getting involved in some girl's affairs," he said, honest enough, "You have nothing to worry about." He did have problems enough without Adara and Emilian's, but that didn't mean he wouldn't get involved. If anything, the encounter had strengthened his resolve.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 13, 2008 22:33:55 GMT -5
Dare shook his head, again just agreeing with Michael. He decided wide-eyed silence was the better part of valor this time, though the part of him that sensed they were nearing the end of things was also mourning the loss of his quill. And it had been his, despite the guy's flimsy argument.
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Post by Artemisios Snow on Jul 13, 2008 22:37:20 GMT -5
The man who had been speaking gave both boys another hard look, then, with a gesture to his associates, stepped aside. They would be making a report of both boys' appearances for the others to watch out for in the future, but for now, unless they wanted to risk drawing the Headmistress's attention, there was nothing else to be done. The men left then, two returning to their posts, the third heading for Diagon Alley.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 13, 2008 22:46:07 GMT -5
Michael tucked his wand back into his waistband and glanced around to Dare, debating for a half a second before putting his hand behind Dare's neck to walk him forwards. It was to comfort himself with the much needed contact, and he figured it was casual enough for it to not be looked too far into by any onlookers, though why he was still worrying about that when just a couple of days before they had been so open by the lake was lost to him.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 13, 2008 22:55:33 GMT -5
Dare would have stayed frozen to the spot if not for the warm pressure of Michael's hand. He walked, not saying a word, still in a little shock from what had just happened. And now, after that, he'd developed the feeling that he was being watched, so talking about it didn't seem wise. They headed off in silence to their destination. magikal05.proboards46.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=jewellers&thread=3532 |
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