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Post by Nicholas McNiven on Feb 19, 2007 19:51:54 GMT
Nicholas sat in a dark room, the silence was only occasionally broken when a drop of water landed on the hard ground from the leaking pipes on the ceiling. He watched the rotting wooden stairs patiently. The flame from the candle on the table in front of him began to flicker. A breeze was getting up and was drifting through the foundations of the building on top of them. With a deep intake of breath Nicholas folded his arms waiting for the new arrival.
Suddenly above him he heard footsteps, and the odd bit of dust crumbled and landed on the ground with a crunch. Then it fell silent once more. After a few more minutes the door on top of the stairs crept open. A sly grin filled the face of the wizard. This was when the fun would begin.
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Post by Elijah Ellerby on Feb 19, 2007 20:12:11 GMT
Elijah peered over his shoulder as he walked in silence along the low ceiling corridor, every now and then ducking his head where the black cables supporting naked bulbs had sunk from its original position. He had arrived by floonetwork from Hogsmede, the empty dark room he had arrived in freezing cold even though it was a summer night. There had been two people waiting for him as he swept from the grate, and before being led between the two of them in the direction of the cellar he had been searched thoroughly, neither of them interested in preserving his dignity. Like every other member of the Red Rose League he had come into contact with so far they were in plain clothes.
Whatever building they were in was made of concrete and completely bare aside from the occasional chair by a locked door. Even the windows were sealed up with corrugated iron, and as the broad shouldered brute in front of him opened the door to what appeared to be a pitch black cellar Elijah felt a creeping sense of unease. There were no guards about but the two men seemed sure in that they were secure.
Elijah walked onto the first step that led down into the cellar, and immediately the door was slammed firmly behind him, several locks clicking into place.
Holding onto the wall, Elijah descended into the darkness, only a small oil lamp sat on a table at the side of the rather large room providing any light. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom the boy set eyes upon the one he was obviously meeting. A tall muscular man sat in a chair furthest away from the light, his arms crossed and an unreadable smile on his face. 'I'm Elijah Ellerby,' He stated in his usual soft and polite voice.
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Post by Nicholas McNiven on Feb 19, 2007 20:25:53 GMT
When the boy mentioned his name Nicholas gave a small nod of the head and pushed himself off the chair. It's small wooden legs scrapped along the concert floor filling the room with a loud screech. But the boy did not flinch. As Nicholas started to take long strides towards the boy he picked up the oil lamps and held it head height allowing his features be clearly shown.
Nicholas grey stubble look almost sliver and his eyes reflected the flame from the oil lamp. Soon Nicholas was directly in front of Elijah shinning the light in his face. Looking to his left a small hook could be made out on the wall. Soon the lamp was hanging up and the older Wizard was circling the younger.
He would tut to himself followed by a sly chuckle. The mind of Nicholas was racing,
“I will need to take your wand from you Laddie.”
The Scottish accent of the man rang out around the empty room, soon he was facing Elijah once again, his held out his hand waiting for the boy to handover his wand.
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Post by Elijah Ellerby on Feb 19, 2007 20:33:59 GMT
Upon standing up Elijah discovered the man was at least a head higher than him. He walked over slowly, and with an expressionless face requested he confiscate his wand. The Scottish accent caught him off guard for a moment, for he was not used to it, but he nodded simply and reached into his pocket, placing it in the man's outstretched hand.
The two at them stared at each other in the low quality light, and Elijah took in everything about the man that he could, from his hair and eye colour right down to the make of sunglasses that were pushed back on his head. The stranger was not as brutal in approach as Elijah had first been expecting, and tired of the silence he cleared his throat, indicating he wished to get on with whatever had to be said.
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Post by Nicholas McNiven on Feb 19, 2007 21:20:28 GMT
With the cough from the boy Nicholas bowed his head and stepped to the side pointing to the chair sitting in the corner. Picking up the oil lamp once more he walked over the table placing it down gently. However instead of there only being one chair there were now two. Although they were not the most comfortable chairs, and if you sat on them wrong you could get a nasty splinter, they would do well for their purpose. Running his figures through his hair they reached the pair of sunglasses resting on his head. Pulling them off, Nicholas placed them on the table in front of them. Giving Elijah a glare, telling him not to touch he once again began to talk. Filling the room with his silky Scottish twang. Although it was not as strong as it use to be.
“You are a bit young to be doing this job Laddie. It is very dangerous business, especially for a wee student like you.”
Nicholas leaned forward tapping his figures on the table in front of him. Silence filled the room as the sound of more frequent drips began to ring out. He had to make sure this lad had the right reasons for joining the league.
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Post by Elijah Ellerby on Feb 24, 2007 17:43:33 GMT
Elijah leaned back in his chair as the man spoke this. It had occured to him many times that The Red Rose League was perhaps a grade too risky if he wished to remain exclusive and underfoot... but there was only so much you could do on your own. He remembered that his old circle had come to together at school, not because they were like minded, but that there was strength in numbers. It had proved positive for a while... but look what happened. Now three of them were missing and two of them were in Azkaban of all places. Elijah could not just leave them to rot, surely?
He looked away now, staring up at the naked bulb, his face unreadable. 'I suppose I'm just ready,' he said at last. 'I doubt you would have let me come here, let alone talk to you, if you didn't think that too.' He locked eyes with the other, serious and professional. The one thing Elijah refused to do was dellude himself with the idea that, being young, he was beyond harm. He thought of Brockford and Higgins and Malone. They would be counting on Elijah to carry on what they had started, no matter what the concequences.
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Post by michael on Feb 25, 2007 18:51:18 GMT
The doors to the dark room clicked open and Michael came striding purposely down the stairs. ‘Hope you’re not scaring away our latest recruit away Nicholas.’ The Auror said with a hint of smirk, fully aware that the other man was even more disinclined to jokes than he was recently.
‘So you must be Elijah.’ He continued, turning towards the student. ‘Michael Lance.’ He held out a hand for the younger member to shake. He had come to the headquarters to talk specifically about the latest updates on Deitrich, but it was nothing that couldn’t wait.
[Sorry that its a pretty pathetic post but this is all I really wanted to say at this point - don't worry I'll try to make my other posts better, hehe. ] |
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Post by Elijah Ellerby on Feb 25, 2007 23:49:44 GMT
Nicholas? So that was his name...
Elijah twisted in his seat to inspect the man that had just entered the room. He was tall and slender with pale hair, and walked without making a sound. The Gryffindor rose out of his seat to shake the man's hand, but upon stepping under the glare of the bulb and speaking Elijah recognised him. 'Michael Lance?' He said with a surprised tone he could not hide. 'You're one of the aurors at the school... I had no idea you could possibly be...' He stared for a moment before shaking his head, mentally scolding himself for being so obvious. He regained him composure. 'Yes, yes - of course you are. I shouldn't be so shocked in this business, should I?' He said with a light laugh, shaking Michael's hand.
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Post by Nicholas McNiven on Mar 7, 2007 16:26:40 GMT
As the door flew open and another person entered Nicholas turned around at the sound of his name. Michael Lance stood introducing himself to Elijah. Almost instinctively Nicholas stood up and walked over towards Lance, with a frown apparent on his face. It was a risky business, giving such an important role to such a young, inexperienced boy, but the boss wanted it and so Nicholas had to obey.
“So you know Mr. Lance. That is a good sign, shows you know something that is happing at the castle.” Nicholas attempt at a joke had fallen almost to a snide remark and the small smile that graced his lips turned almost into a grimace. As an uneasy silence fell over the room, Nicholas gave a small cough and moved back towards the table and sat down once more.
“Mr. Ellerby what we really want is for you to tell us something we do not know already. Any leads or inside rumours, and possible even form this we may set you your first…” Nicholas paused trying to find the right word. “investigation.”
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Post by michael on Mar 11, 2007 19:19:00 GMT
An amused expression momentarily crossed Michael’s face. ‘Well I can’t be doing that bad of a job then.’ As the lamp’s light illuminated Elijah’s face, the Auror took in the features of one of the riskiest moves by the League yet. Hogwarts had slowly become the centre of all activity, and though Michael’s placement allowed them to gain all the intelligence from adults, intelligence from students, who had a knack of learning even the most secret of news, was a different matter entirely.
Nicholas, as usual, was quick to get back to business, and Michael sat himself down on a chair that had appeared at his arrival. 'Yes, I'm finding out as much as I can but its limited,' Michael said, continuing Nicholas' last point. 'If I start neglecting my duties to spy on students, my ministry colleagues are going to start to get suspicious. Gabriel already quite obviously doesn't trust me fully and we can't risk that small doubt getting any bigger.' He leant towards the student to accentuate what he was saying further.
'We know there is a good bulk of students who will happily conform to the ministry's way of doing things, but we also know there is definately a fair few who are not so pleased. The extremes of these two groups are who you've got to be watching - they're the ones who might end up getting mixed up in this whole business as thickly as yourself.' |
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Post by redrose on Mar 19, 2007 12:31:31 GMT
Suddenly there was a loud crash from upstairs.
'VOT DO YOU MEAN “THEY’RE ‘AVING AN IMPORTANT MEETING”-' Came the rather loud shout of a young French woman.
‘We weren’t expecting you for another few days… and they said not to be disturbed under any circumstances.’ Came the harder to hear reply of one of the men who had led Elijah to the cellar.
The locks to the cellar clicked a second later and the door burst open, allowing the owner of the rather loud shout to come waltzing down the stairs still arguing with the other man. ‘Vell I’m here n-‘ She stopped mid sentence, hand halfway through gesture as she stepped into the room and stared at the unknown boy.
‘And who iz zis?!’ She stared accusingly at Mike before continuing to gesture wildly. ‘I’ve been gone three days and you start bringing any old person in ‘ere?’ She shook her head unbelievingly before sitting casually on one of the seats around the table, mirth suddenly filling her expression. ‘Vell vot ‘ave I missed?’ She smiled at the two men expectanctly.
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Post by michael on Mar 19, 2007 12:36:04 GMT
When Mike heard the familiar shout of one of his favourite colleagues he had to give a smile, a sight that use to come so easily to him, now only seeming to occur in the company of the Red Rose League. Aurélie promptly appeared at the bottom of the cellar stairs looking rather flustered, but nothing compared to Phil who had been on watch and was gaping apologetically at Nicholas.
Mike leant towards Elijah as she continued to be in full ranting mode. ‘And that would be Aurélie.’ He said quietly so only Elijah could hear - his eyes glinted with amusement at the expression on the boy’s face. ‘Don’t worry, her barks worse than her bite. You’ll learn to love her.’ He moved back in his seat taking another sip of his drink, attempting to hide a smirk as he saw the look on Nick’s face. Hardly anyone could finish a sentence in this place – there was always someone popping in and out with some form of news. Nicholas' plan of introducing the boy in a somewhat serious manner had seem to gone a bit pear shaped.
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Post by Nicholas McNiven on Mar 19, 2007 14:30:50 GMT
Raising his left eye brow at the sight of the new arrival, Nicholas slowly raised form his chair in sign of politeness. However before he could say anything Aurélie began shouting and asking questions. With a deep breath Nicholas tried to remain calm and looked on showing very little emotion. Once silence had final fallen over the cellar once more Nicholas knew he had to take his opportunity.
“You have missed nothing, it was simply a wee little introduction for Mr. Ellerby. He needs information as do we. Now please sit, you can have my chair, I am happy to stand.”
His gaze was fixed on the French girl, he did not mean to be threatening to the girl but his manor normally came across as being rather serious. Patiently he waited for the girl to sit and also find out where she had been. The headquarters had been very quite with out her.
[Well ok then erm…he does seem to be the most serious out of the lot hehe….sorry how bad that post was….i have no idea what to put haha!]
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Post by Elijah Ellerby on Mar 19, 2007 23:05:12 GMT
Elijah had stared in alarm as the new woman, who was apparently French, came striding down into the cellar, her eyes ablaze with annoyance. Elijah had in fact raised his hand to greet her, but meekly lowered it as she discarded his presence and focused upon Mike and Nickolas. 'She is... interesting.' Elijah said quietly to Mike, giving a polite smile. She's terrifying, he thought.
Upon Nicholas introducing Elijah he quickly added, 'Oh - please, call me Elijah.'
The gathering had become a little distorted and awkward, and as everyone returned to sitting down, Elijah wondered how long he would have to stay. Where was he exactly? The house he was in was so anonymous it could have been any country, city or wilderness, Artic or Africa! The Gryffindor noticed Aurélie glaring at him coldly, and he sent her a weak smile before clearing his throat and looking back at Mike. 'At the school... the ministry officals everywhere. Are there any others who I can trust or are you the only one, sir?' he asked.
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Post by Fitz Hargreaves on Mar 21, 2007 19:30:55 GMT
On opening the door with a clang designed purely to gain everybody’s attention Fitz soldiered in his voice booming out. “There is one more person you can trust,” as silence descended upon his colleagues he trotted down the steps two at a time waving lazily at them all “and that isn’t me of course, you never can trust a genius,” he chuckled walking swiftly towards his usual leaning post of the wall.
“Starting without me eh?” He commented wryly with a shake of his head. “Quel surprise.” He exclaimed, he always threw in his odd phrase of French that he knew, wanting to make his French acquaintance feel more at home, the only problem being his quite frankly appalling accent, lilting up and down he seemed like a fish out of water speaking any language other than his gruffly spoken verging upon posh English.
“Pish tosh and all that jazz,” he said breaking the tomb like silence that always made him so uneasy in the place. But he was glad of the new arrival, at long last he wouldn’t be the youngest member, he really couldn’t put an estimate upon Aurélie’s age, she seemed positively immortal, perhaps it was the French genes.
“Bonjour Aurélie,” he stated giving her a short bow, using slightly improved accent from his continous use of the greeting. Nodding his head to his elders then looking solemnly upon the lad, as if he were about to pronounce a most deadly verdict, he instead his features broke into a large grin and he clapped the boy playfully on the shoulder.
Feeling he should impart some advice to the young lad, hardly much younger than himself in reality he started. “The one thing I’m sure you’ll learn quick mate in this godforsaken pit is to never trust anybody, a lesson most have already learnt,” he muttered under his breath as he received a certain look from Nicholas. He should have known to keep his place he thought with the merest trace of a grin, going to lean once more against the wall. “So sir, any news or is that my job?” He asked looking upon McNiven.
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