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Post by Elijah Ellerby on Jun 24, 2007 23:50:09 GMT
'I'm not ministry,' he stressed, frowning in annoyance as he pulled his Gryffindor school tie from under his traveling cloak. His glare eased however as Gobby went into detail - he was on the run from the Minister of Enlightenment... what a coincidence. Elijah knew he should have been questioning this man's every word, but by his demeanor and naturally suspicious eyes he knew Gobby was telling the truth. Besides, he would have had plenty of time by now to finish the student off.
'You don't care at all, do you?' Elijah frowned, a tense, humorless smile twitching at the sides of his mouth. 'What if I was ministry? You just gave me a reason to kill you!' He laughed disbelievingly... of course, this man probably didn't have as much to loose as Elijah. He had an entire League who depended on his secrecy, and vice versa.
Elijah's mind had switched from alert to relaxed now, but the moment he let his thoughts wander Gobby had already gestured for him the step out of sight. Becoming silent the two of them watched from the gloom of a doorway, their backs to whether the hurried, uneven footsteps had emerged from. Three men, dressed in similar robes and all with the Ministry crest upon their chests, stood in a line, their narrowed eyes scanning the alley. Men and women milled about slowly, crossing from one doorway or passage to another, completely unassuming.
It was quite plain by now neither Gobby or Elijah were with them. Placing a hand on Gobby's arms Elijah pulled him back, casting a quick unlocking charm on the door they were against. Discreetly falling through Elijah shut it again swiftly, just in time to see the three men stalk past. 'Wonder who called them...' Elijah murmured as he pulled back a net curtain, eying the locals outside.
He turned round now, looking to see where they were...
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Post by Jake Gobien on Jun 26, 2007 14:51:42 GMT
"Sorry lad, I've learned not to trust people easily," Jake apologised sincerly, "and no I don't much care, I've nothing to loose, not even my sanity," He chuckled grinning wildly at Elijah to prove his point, though really he was more intuned than many people could ever be throughout their lives.
"I can tell you've never killed, and hopefully never will." Seeing the confusion upon Elijah's brow he explained solemnly, "Don't ever kill Elijah, it scars everyone and anyone for life, your soul is literally peeled away." Gobien's eyes showed his sincerity as he looked with a strange sort of fatherly pride upon Elijah; he really was a resourceful lad.
Events began to unfold rather quickly, instinct immediately took control. Gobien's eyes flashed, as he surveyed the new arrivals, three of them was a bad sign; Ministry guidelines proposed two officials patrol and area to stretch out resources as man power throughout the system was crucial. Three were sent with particular aims, such as hunt down a convinct. Another sign was plain to Gobien's seasoned experience; the middle man, clearly the leader was sniffing the air like a dog, and crouching in the dirt, looking with avid curiousity at tracks; their tracks. That man was like as not a tracker, sent particularly after him, the other two were simply beefy men to drag him in. Why the Ministry hadn't reviewed that policy puzzled Jake, as countless numbers of Rogues had escaped such traps.
As Elijah pulled Jake back through the door they had leaned upon to catch their breath, Jake whsipered a spell which wiped, their tracks and the disturbance of the scuffle, clean from the ground. That should lose them he hoped, and thankfully he was right, the Ministry officials strode on by, somewhat puzzled by the disappearance of the tracks.
Gobien chuckled, taking a lookout position by peering through the blinds of a grimy window, he relied upon Elijah to survey the room they had entered, already he had in effect drawn Elijah into his team and way of working; efficiency and teamwork was vital to survival.
"Lord knows," he replied with a grin, "it could have been any one of those out there, anybody can be a spy, that's what makes our job so difficult." He looked at Elijah with a smirk "you're no ordinary schoolboy, and though I doubt you'll tell me, I'll still ask; what are you doing? You're no rogue and you claim you're not Ministry, so who do you work for eh?"
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Post by Elijah Ellerby on Jul 30, 2007 20:43:53 GMT
Elijah tugged on the front of his robes, trying to straighten himself up. The man had long passed and he let the grubby net curtains fall, his exhaled breath noticably shaky. It was clear Gobby wasn't ministry now. Playing the part was one thing, but helping a criminal escape your collegues for the sake of looking chummy was a another.
Course, that didn't mean he was on Elijah's team. The League was usually quite touché on the matter of what constituted a friend. Did Elijah even have any...?
It seemed they had broken into the back of a shop. Rough sleepers hung overhead, thickly coated in dust and cobwebs, indicating the place had been neglected for some time. Bare shelves and empty crates lined the walls, a couple of them broken, and by the sun-stained posters on the wall, Elijah determined where they were: the old Honeydukes store.
The real Honeydukes, Elijah had read, had been closed up and moved several doors down the street when it was revealed there was some sort of passage way inside, but the article had never elaborated.
Turning to look at Gobby, Elijah gave a fake smile. If you won't tell me yours, I really don't think I could tell you mine. And I'm definitely not telling you about McNevin, he thought rattily. 'Eli.' He said, looking with interest at at a set of prongs hanging off a hook. 'And, honestly, I'm just a student. And McNevin is - ' A split second pause. ' - The caretaker. He confiscated my broomstick for walking in the halls with it, and when you reacted to his name I got worried you'd heard me bad mouthing him about him... so did you?' He stared Gobby in the eye calmly.
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Post by Jake Gobien on Aug 5, 2007 18:23:41 GMT
Surveying the scene calmly, Gobien peered through the windows once more, wand clenched tightly in a deathly grip; that had been too close for comfort; the Ministry were too hard upon his heels now. Yet he reassured himself; they're probably not even looking for me; don't see me as a threat thankfully. Checking upon his companion he saw the boy gazing around like he'd never seen a shabby building before; yet he guessed he'd probably figured out better than he; where they were exactly.
Until realisation gradually took hold; as he followed the boy's line of sight to the shattered crates cluttered upon rickety shelving; some fallen down laying haphazardly about; the place was a complete mess; thick with dust and cobwebs; just the place to hide out for a while. Slowly it dawned upon him where they were; Honeydukes; entirely different to how it had been in his day; a bustling place packed to the brim with joyful students clamouring for their sweets. Now the state of dereliction completely contrasted; no wonder he hadn't recognised it. Picking his way through the discarded cracked glass jars, which had once proudly held the finest Honeyduke sweets; his mouth watered at the thought of it as the boy gave his name; "Eli eh? Good fighting with you," he chuckled dryly "you pack quite a punch, I'll be sporting a couple of ugly bruises about my person." He smirked, "especially about my private parts," he glowered looking disgustedly at him a moment; "what a low blow." Breaking into a smile he clapped a rough hand upon his shoulder; "precisely what I'd have done; given the circumstances, get your enemies weakness, and that's sure as hell mine."
Pushing aside a large barrel in his path Gobien beckoned for Eli to follow; "back in my day there was a passageway; doubtless it'll be blocked off now; but we can at least try it."
As Eli confessed his innocence Gobien rolled his eyes; "McNiven a caretaker?" He scoffed incredulously, "he's sure come down in the world." He was willing to go along with the lie; wanting to convert Eli completely to his side; if possible. "I heard a little grumble," he conceeded with a smile, as he trotted down the chipped stairs down to the cellar. Murmuring "lumos," to shine a little light upon the subject he explained; "A stone flagon should come up, let's try them out; getting into Hogwarts could be very useful indeed." His eyes twinkled with mischief; it was clear he had a plan.
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