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Post by Declan Riley Finnigan on Feb 26, 2013 17:29:16 GMT -5
Unlike a lot of other blokes in his first year, Declan had no idea what he wanted to do with his life after Hogwarts. He had several ideas in mind of course but none of them seemed like something he'd want to do forever, and he couldn't think about forever, all he could think about was right now. Like, for example, right now he wanted to find Fiona and make her pay for killing his brother and he was smart enough to know that becoming an Auror would help him achieve that goal.
So, here he was, taking a tour with his fellow students, around the Ministry, listening to an old man drag on about the importance of his department in his deep monotone voice, failing miserably at making it sound fun and exciting. Of course it was a Hell of a lot more exciting than it was an hour ago at the security check at the entrance that took close to a half hour to go through. However considering the fact that the Minister just died it was a smart thing to have, he just didn’t think it should last that long.
Declan was zoning as the wizard continued to talk, his speech going on fifteen minutes at this point and we hadn’t even made it to the questions yet. Declan glanced around at his fellow students and smirked, not that anyone would have any, the only person that looked even remotely interested in the man’s speech, was Gracie King and she was a bit off so Declan didn’t think she counted. He just couldn’t help but check out as the Ministry Official continued and couldn’t bring himself to care enough to listen; his career part of the tour was over anyways.
‘Perhaps Masters will finally send her to Azkaban where the freak belongs,’ he heard a man, probably a worker, hiss, his voice was low, but not low enough for Declan not to hear. This conversation did, however, peak his interest as he began to stand up straighter. The speaker seemed to brighten up at his movement and took this as encouragement and brought up a new point he supposedly just thought of, but again, Deck wasn’t listening.
‘I don’t know Karen Cartwright from Level three says that he’s getting pretty friendly with her, he supposedly talked to her the other night for a couple of hours... Doesn’t that idiot know how dangerous she is? I mean I knew Kingsley was daft, but Masters? I would have thought he was smarter than that’ A new voice said in response causing Declan to freeze, his breath hitched in his throat as he tried to refrain from turning around. His fists were balled up at his sides as he tried to control his anger, he didn’t know exactly who they were talking about but he had an idea, and that thought made his blood boil.
‘Perhaps he’s getting some, monster or not, she’s hot,’ a younger voice piped up. That’s all he needed to hear to know who they were talking about, now all he needed to do was leave this stupid group to confront her, to make her pay. His hand twitched towards the wand that was in his pocket as if she were right in front of him.
The group began to move again after some questions were asked; McGonagall told the group then that they were going to level ten, where the wizard courts were at, as well as the cells where prisoners were held. A small smile graced his lips as he walked into the lift with his small group, his hand tapping lightly on his side, he was getting impatient. Closing his eyes he concentrated on his breath knowing that he’d have to give the group the slip in order to see her, knowing that if he grew too impatient he may get sloppy and get caught. He’d never get a chance like this again with how tight security was. ‘Level Ten: Courtrooms’ a cheery female voice said as the lift opened and the students began to pour out and follow McGonagall. Declan was behind everyone walking as slowly as possible and when McGonagall’s back was turned he made a right towards the cells against the walls.
His heart was racing with each step he took as he peered into one cell after the other; his anger was evident on his features as tears began to appear in his eyes. How could they keep such a monster in the Ministry!? How could they keep something as dangerous as her a secret? She could kill us all, or did they not care? This was beyond fucked up.
Declan froze as he saw the living conditions Fiona had, it wasn’t what he expected at all, and it only made his hatred for the Ministry grow. There were dressers against the wall, pictures as well, along with a bed, and a nightstand that had red nail polish sitting on it. His eyes lingered on the bed, where the woman starred back at him, a look of shock over taking her features as she took the seventeen year old boy in. ’You,’ Declan seethed, his voice filled with venom and pure hatred as he looked upon his brothers killer.
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Post by Fiona James Gilbert on Feb 26, 2013 18:07:43 GMT -5
Sitting on her bed, her back against the wall, Fiona continued to read the book, Obsidian, “I've always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect." His eyes searched mine intently, and for a moment we stood there toe to toe. "The ones who throw their beauty around, waste what they have? Their beauty is only passing. It's just a shell hiding nothing but shadows and emptiness." Bringing her hand to her face, Fiona bit her red thumb nail, a small smile on her face as she continued to read. She loved to read, her cell was full of books, some based on adventure, others were mystery, but they all did the same thing for her, they helped her escape this place, this world, even if it was for only a little while. She hated herself and what she did five years ago and knew she didn’t belong anywhere else but here, however she missed her freedom and what came with it.
Fiona looked up when she heard footsteps begin to walk towards her cell, her finger slipped through the pages of her book getting ready to bend the page when the person came into view. Fiona’s heart stopped as she took in the angry boy in front of her, her eyes wide. She didn’t know what to do, what to say, this was Sean’s younger brother, and he looked so much like him it hurt. But she couldn’t drag her eyes away as she continued to stared into his furious green eyes, wincing slightly as he spoke. He had every right to be angry with her, to hate her; she did kill his older brother after all, so Fiona braced herself for what was to come.
Standing up Fiona walked towards the bars of the cell, tears welling up in her eyes as she spoke, ’Declan, I didn’t mean to I swear,’ She said hearing her own voice crack as tears streamed down her face. ’The car…it spun out of control and I got scared, the pain it was unbearable,’ Fiona said wincing at the memory as more tears continued to fall. ’I lost control…I’m so, so sorry,’
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Post by Declan Riley Finnigan on Feb 26, 2013 18:34:26 GMT -5
Declan’s glare deepened as she began to cry, begging for him to understand that it wasn’t her fault. His fingers were digging into the palm of his hand as he listened to her trying to justify her actions, blaming it on the car, the curse. Declan let out a low, dark chuckle as he shook his head, he wasn’t having any of it, his brother was dead because of her, his best friend was gone forever, and she wanted him to forgive her? Not bloody likely!
‘...the pain it was unbearable. I lost control…I’m so, so sorry,’ Declan didn’t know what made him snap then, but he lost it. Running up to the cold bars that separated him from Fiona Declan grabbed her shoulders, and began to shake her, his fingers digging into her skin.
’SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!’ He yelled ignoring how close his hands were to her neck…it would be so easy, he thought to himself angrily. No one would miss her, she was a murderer, people would be happy she was gone, but he refrained, he would not sink to her level. Instead he stopped shaking her all together, but he didn’t let go, nor did he lighten his grip. ‘You killed my brother Fiona. He will never be able to live his life because of you, and you’re standing there trying to justify it? Trying to make it seem as though it’s not your fault?’ he yelled as he looked her in the eye, trying to convey his hatred for her in one look. ’You really expect me to believe that the pain was so bad that you lost control? Do I look stupid to you? You had a few broken limbs and what did he get? He was burned alive, Fiona all the while he had to deal with the unexpected air pressure to his skull causing him to bleed from his eyes, his nose, and his mouth, as his skull slowly began to press against his brain, until it was nothing but mush. But I guess that’s the price he had to pay for loving you…story of your life I believe…right? At least your father had enough sense to leave before it was too late.’
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Post by dominic on Feb 26, 2013 19:41:15 GMT -5
Dominic sat in his office, watching the door shut behind his departing visitor. He slumped once it did and looked to the ceiling. This job was never ending. How had Kingsley managed it. of course he hadn't had to deal with an assassination and he also had a lot experience. Dom had dealt with pressure before but this, this was something else. He was s spy, he worked alone. Now he not only had to work with thousands of people, he had to do it in the public eye. He had never had someone watching as he worked, the pressure was difficult. He wasn't going to cave though, he was going to prove himself.
It was his lunch break and he wanted to go see Fiona before talking to a group of Hogwarts kids. That wasn't something he was looking forward to. He stood, grabbing the apple on his desk and moved out. The desks and office surrounding his were bustling. Only a few weeks ago had he been behind one of those desks. He was sure a few people hated him for becoming Minister instead of them. He walked out and made his way to the elevator. He nodded politely to all but didn't stop to talk.
Once in the elevator he made his way to the tenth level and heard the tour group of students and quickly turned down the cells corridor, shutting the door behind him. Then he heard the yelling and he started sprinting. he turned and corner and skidded to a halt at the imagine of a Hogwarts student pressed up against Fiona's bars yelling abuse at her. His eyes narrowed and he stalked forward, anger radiating off him. How dare the little brat.
"Excuse me boy, who may you be? This area is forbidden to guests. I suggest you leave." He snapped, his eyes flickering to Fiona, wondering how these two knew each other and why the boy hated her so much.
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