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Post by Edgar Ashwood on Aug 28, 2009 22:05:33 GMT
*nods*
Meet you in the village square, then.
*disapparates*
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Post by Ken Bonobo on Aug 28, 2009 22:08:43 GMT
*Slightly taken aback by the abruptness of the disapparation.*
So uncivilised.
*Disapparates*
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Post by Venus Tamwell on Sept 5, 2009 2:44:50 GMT
*Enters for work the next morning, thinking of all the things she needs to do. She figured she might as well have the little chat with Edgar befor she starts doing anything else and forgets. She tossed her bag down on the floor and sat down in the nearest chair.*
*whispers* Come on Edgar where are ya?
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Post by Millicent Bulstrode on Sept 30, 2009 16:46:54 GMT
*The floo goes green and out pops a crisp white envelope containing a black piece of card with beautiful white handwriting saying*
Dear Mr Ashwood,
You are being invited to the annual Winter Ball held in the gardens at Malfoy Manor on the evening of Saturday 24th October.
The theme for this year is 'Black and White'
Dress code: Formal
It would be a honor for us if you could attend.
Please direct all replys to Millicent Bulstrode or Pansy Parkinson.
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Post by Elric Marwood on Mar 27, 2011 20:31:20 GMT
*He arrived fairly promptly at the Law Enforcement office after a strange message from Germany's Head of Law Enforcement. He wasn't sure what he was to expect, but found a meeting desk and sat at it. He looked around for any sign of anyone he didn't recognise.*
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 27, 2011 20:46:05 GMT
Rydiger von Heap walks clamly towards the Auror. It wasn't hard for the Supreme Mugwump to recognize the auror, as he had seen a picture of him from a newspaper clipping that were taped on the wall in the office of Robards. "Ah, Mr. Marwood, I presume?" Rydiger said politely, and smiled. The black walking stick with a silver snakeheaded handle was sparkling in the light of one of the many wholes in the walls that the enchanted to look like windows. And right now, it was sun and nice wather streaming out of it.
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Post by Elric Marwood on Mar 27, 2011 20:50:44 GMT
*The stranger approached, with a regal air about him. Marwood knew all about putting on a formal front for business reasons. It had never been something that he had been fond of and he wondered why anyone really bothered at all. There was always the chance that some people actually were like that and it wasn't an act, but in a way that seemed worse. He decided to use his formal voice too.*
Yes sir. Which means that you must be Mr Heap?
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 27, 2011 20:56:59 GMT
"Of course." He replied gently. "I just wanted to talk to you, as I is sent here by the International Confuderation of Wizards, uhm, perhaps we could have a little chat in your office?" I suggested.
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Post by Elric Marwood on Mar 27, 2011 21:04:28 GMT
We'll be all right here. I tend to use these cubicles when I'm doing paperwork.
What was it you wanted to talk about?
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 27, 2011 21:13:49 GMT
"Well, you see, Rufus Scrimgeour don't want me to tell anyone who may be a danger to the plan." He said quickly. "I can't tell you what I discussed with the Minister. He promised not to tell anyone, but I'm going to help you free your friends from Azkaban, and Mr. Scrimegour belived you Auror to know more about your plans to doing a rescuing mission than him. I need details. Any details of when and how you are going to do it. With that information, I'll be able to lead you safely and undetected in and out of Azkaban... Probobly."
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Post by Elric Marwood on Mar 27, 2011 21:21:08 GMT
*He folded his arms and sat back in his seat with a quizzical and cynical look on his face.*
And how do propose to do that?
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 27, 2011 21:31:13 GMT
Rydiger stared at him with gray, worried eyes. As he spoke, he became progressively paler. "Well, Mr. Marwood," he said quickly, and looked over his shoulder with a nervous expression. "Yeah well, I'll tell you." Rydiger drew his breath. "I will act as a spy for the Ministry of Magic on Scrimgeour's orders. When I first has been taken up as a Death Eater, I will have the opportunity to find out who patrol the grounds of the wizarding prison and when. I will have had time to be familiar with Azkaban's sorroundings, and the Dementors will obey me, because they have promised not to harm the Dark Lord's servants. I say simply that you Aurors is with me, and you will be able to go with me to the prison cell, and we'll let them out, and you can simply walk out, while I cover your backs."
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Post by Elric Marwood on Mar 27, 2011 21:35:55 GMT
*He nodded and smirked.*
Good plan. Pity we already had it.
There's a few people working on the exact same thing as we speak. Couldn't hurt for you to join in though.
So... where do I fit into this?
*His formal voice seemed to have slipped away.*
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 27, 2011 21:41:20 GMT
"You? You are an Auror, so I thought you would be a part of the rescue? And that other person, who is that?" he added. "If I know Scrimgeour right, I would guess an Auror. He trust you people. But the thing is: The Dark Lord will sooner or later you suspect of spionage, as you are employed here. I'm a total stranger, and the father of a deceased, very trusted and very loyal Death Eater who was killed by Alastor Moody in battle."
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Post by Elric Marwood on Mar 27, 2011 21:51:13 GMT
Me? Yeah I'll be involved. Once the stage is set I'll probably be in the strike force attacking Azkaban. I can tell you I ain't too excited about the whole thing either.
But by that point, the spies will have done their job and the time for subtlety will be over.
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