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Post by Theodore Nott on Feb 27, 2011 15:55:51 GMT
*Also ignores the snorting sound in favour of batting her eyelashes at Nott* Yes, I do, as a matter of fact. *Lowers her voice* As you may be aware, it's getting more and more difficult to get exclusive stories nowadays. I was hoping you could assist me with that, and I would repay you with a share in the profits... and a bottle of your favourite tipple now if you agree to it. -Subtly rolls eyes when Rita's lashes bat his way, though he leans forward, elbows resting on the table to hear her better over the constant hum of a busy pub.- -A neat brow raises in reaction to the reporter's proposition before a low, flat chuckle slips past his lips and his dark eyes remain cold.- I wasn't aware I was someone that could give you insight, Miss Skeeter. -Tilts head, a few strands of hair veil his eyes as he flicks his sights over Rita's shoulder, catching a quick glimpse of the audience it appears they have gained.- -Smirks to the redhead, then returns his focus to the reporter.-
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Rita Skeeter
Journalist
You don't mind if I use a Quick-Quotes Quill do you?
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Post by Rita Skeeter on Feb 27, 2011 21:14:23 GMT
*Smirks in response*
I want to know what's going on with a certain group... You might have better access to them than I do.
*Raises her eyebrows pointedly*
*Glances behind her, and scowls when she realises there's someone watching. She takes out her wand and casts Muffliato silently over her shoulder*
*Drops the flirtatious act, and becomes very crisp and business-like*
There... now we can talk without worrying about who is listening in. Death Eaters, Mr. Nott. That's who I want news of. I know you're not part of their number, but you were in the same house as several of them, and your father was named and shamed as one of them, not to put too fine a point on it. So... if you can drop me a few hints, give me a few little stories, I'd be inclined to pay you for it, and I'd ensure your name never gets mentioned.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 16, 2011 18:18:11 GMT
*The door slams up and walking in comes Rydiger von Heap, an well-built, darkly handsome man with long, lustrous black hair and striking gray eyes. He marched straight to the counter and lift his cane up so they can see it clearly .* I'm looking for Gilderoy Lockhart. Has he been in here recently? * The question comes in the form of a drawling, soft voice, as if he were bored.*
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Post by Django on Mar 19, 2011 8:33:00 GMT
*Django had been sitting at the bar, to make a change from the usual faces and scenery at the Lock and Keyhole, a neat whiskey in his glass.*
*Suddenly, a well dressed fellow entered and started asking questions. Questions that the barkeep obviously had no answer for. This was more Djangos' territory.*
You lookin' for someone bud?
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 19, 2011 10:40:48 GMT
I looked at Django. "I'm a Law Enfocer that are looking for a Gilderoy Lockhart."
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Post by Django on Mar 19, 2011 10:54:57 GMT
*He took a swig from his glass, and with a cocky smile turned back to Heap.*
Whatcha lookin' for that washed up old coot for?
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 19, 2011 11:39:45 GMT
I have some question to him about his memory loss, that's all.
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Post by Django on Mar 19, 2011 11:59:32 GMT
*He looked him up and down, curiosity perked.*
A lawman wants to know about Lockharts memory loss? I don't buy it. There's gotta be somethin' else in it.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 19, 2011 12:08:19 GMT
"Of coruse there is." I said, and showed for the first time signs of impatience. "He escaped from St. Mungo without fully recover. I want to bring him back to the hospital."
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Post by Django on Mar 19, 2011 12:41:47 GMT
*His brow raised questioning the intent.*
Lockharts been loose for a long time now. Why the sudden interest? He ain't done nobody any harm.
Not least that anybody's heard about. And that's gotta be worth somethin'.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 19, 2011 12:45:45 GMT
I smiled. "If you could get me Lockhart, I'll pay good money."
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Post by Django on Mar 19, 2011 12:58:01 GMT
*He tilted his head back and laughed.*
Now we're talkin' bud! Haha. Didn't think I'd be gettin' a job by goin' for a drink.
*He stroked his beard.*
I got friends in high places, I got friends in low places. And those are the sort of contacts you need in my line of business. And my line of business is finding people.
So how much you offerin'?
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 19, 2011 15:06:29 GMT
I putted my hand down to my pocket and took up a leather bag, and shaked it so he could hear the sound of clinking coins. "What with one thousand Gelleons for a start?" I threw the bag to him. "Interested?"
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Post by Django on Mar 19, 2011 16:30:19 GMT
*He caught the bag, while his hand was conveniently away from his drink.*
You got yourself a deal. I'll get on it as soon as I get to the bottom of this glass.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 19, 2011 17:08:54 GMT
"Very well," I said friendly. "but as we now have an agreement, I would like to know your name, Mr. - ?"
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