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Post by Django on Mar 19, 2011 19:58:21 GMT
*He slips the payment into his pocket, and puts out his hand to shake.*
The name's Django.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 19, 2011 20:45:37 GMT
"Django - ?" I said, as I waited for both names.
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Post by Django on Mar 20, 2011 0:26:40 GMT
That's as much as you're gettin'.
*He turned back to the bar and took a swig from his glass.*
And as much as you need.
*He wiped a stray drop from his lip.*
I'll be in touch when I get Lockhart.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 20, 2011 0:43:41 GMT
"Fine, then." I nodded. "Agree."
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Post by Django on Mar 20, 2011 0:50:10 GMT
*Taking a small sip from his glass, he decided to make his life slightly easier.*
Let me know where I can contact you. I could find out easy enough myself, but may as well ask while you're here.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 20, 2011 0:57:49 GMT
"You can send me a letter by owl." I said simply. "Just tell it to find your privat bank, and I assume it will find me."
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Post by Django on Mar 20, 2011 1:00:15 GMT
*Deciding he would be better off trusting his sources than the mans cryptic clues, he takes the last sip from his glass.*
All right. I'll talk to ya soon.
*He swings himself off his seat and leaves the pub.*
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 27, 2011 20:53:04 GMT
Rydiger walks in, looking around for his "friend." He had planned this for a very long time now. But if he did something wrong... If he was unsuccessful. No, that wouldn't happen. By second thought, he has alot of confidence in his abilities. He would not need more than that.
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Mar 27, 2011 20:59:53 GMT
*He was quite nervous. He wasn't entirely sure why. The man he had met at St Mungos and probably annoyed a bit had invited him for a drink. This was unusual. Very unusual. He had no idea what to expect.*
*He arrived at the pub and almost tripped on the doorstep, he chuckled, a little embarrassed, then looked around to see if the man had arrived.*
*He saw him and made his way over to the table he was sat at.*
Uh.. hi?
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 27, 2011 21:08:54 GMT
"Good evening." Rydiger said friendly. "I'm sorry for talking so strictly to you ealier, bussy day, you know. I wanted to talk to you about that instructor you mentioned. But it's best if people didn't hear, could we go in there?" He pointed with a finger on a small door that led into Tom's empty office. "I'm sure he won't mind us barrows it, we are not going to steal from him, or anything."
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Mar 27, 2011 21:12:20 GMT
*He looked around the room, still a bit nervous.*
Uh sure... if you say so...
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 27, 2011 21:19:30 GMT
Rydiger walked to the door, holding the door open for him. "If you please?" Rydiger said politly.
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Mar 27, 2011 21:23:25 GMT
*He shuffled through, feeling a bit sheepish, and definitely not knowing why anyone would want a private word with him about anything.*
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 27, 2011 21:35:40 GMT
"Before we shall have our little chat, I have to have a look on your wand. Everyone who followed the great Grindelwald had his symbol marked on their wands." Rydiger pulled out his own, and showed it to him. And there, directly over the handle, it was marked by the vertical line that represents the Elder Wand; the circle, that represebts the Resurrection Stone; and the triangle, the representation of the. Cloak of Invisibility.
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Mar 27, 2011 21:41:27 GMT
*Sheepishly he pulled out his own wand, wondering if the symbol would appear on his.*
*He placed it on the table in front of him and put his hands in his lap, still confused.*
I tell ya, I'd be surprised if it's there. I never followed Grindelwald directly, in a matter of speaking, I was just taught some stuff by a guy who did.
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