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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 4, 2011 8:40:27 GMT
That's my girl.
It will be tough, but we will have you all out of there.
*He looked back at his notes.*
I believe you can help me with one more thing.
*He drew some stars next to one of the locations on his notes.*
The old wand shop would be the perfect hiding place. I believe you have some access to it?
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Apr 4, 2011 20:24:00 GMT
Daisy squared her shoulders at his words, and smiled warmly up at him. Well he certainly seemed to believe in her... Why didn't she believe in herself... This terrified her to no end... But she would do it and continue to be as brave as she could for those she cared about. "Thank you Gawain. I shall await your rescue." She gave a sideways grin at this and nodded.
She perked up as she heard him say that she could help him with something. Oh how she wanted to! She looked to him inquiringly and listened to his words, watching as he drew stars on the notes. Her eyes lit up at the thought. It was perfect. And she knew it would work well. "Yes! I do have access to it... That would be perfect..." Her eyes glittered at the thought and she would nod again, thoughts running through her mind of their plans.
(Lol do they use keys to get into the shops? I don't know... Lol.)
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 4, 2011 20:32:28 GMT
*That wide smile reappeared on his face.*
Wonderful! And it will make a much better story for the Death Eaters if it was you hiding the boy as well.
Right then. I shall begin preparations immediately. Don't you worry about a thing my pretty one. You just concern yourself with your part of the plan and let us do the rest.
Your part in this will not be forgotten I swear it.
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Apr 4, 2011 21:27:46 GMT
Daisy nodded gently smiling back to Gawain. "Yes... I could try and guard that 'fact' with all that I can and finally release it... They will feel it's true and walk right into the trap unaware..." She grinned gently and then nodded again, eyes sparking with eager anticipation.
"Alright... Yes sir. I am prepared to do what I can to help this plan succeed... If you require anything more from me please let me know." She nodded again with a smile, shyness creeping over her face. "Thank you sir..." She stood and glanced to the door. "I think I may go ahead and get out of your hair then... You have much to do and I don't want to be a bother..." She smiled and began to stand up.
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 4, 2011 21:34:42 GMT
*He spoke softly, a rarity.*
Never a bother my dear. You're always welcome here. Don't hesitate to see me whenever you need to.
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Apr 5, 2011 0:15:03 GMT
A warm smile spread across Daisy's face and it was her turn for a rarity... She moved over to where Gawain sat, and leaned over to wrap her little arms gently around him in a hug. "Thank you..." She murmered softly before drawing back, slightly pink in the face and moving quietly toward the door.
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 6, 2011 17:44:27 GMT
*He blushed a little as she hugged him and became a little flustered.*
Bwwbbwwr... Ah. Not at all.
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Apr 9, 2011 0:13:19 GMT
Daisy couldn't help but smile at his reactions to her hug. She would draw back, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and nodding to him gently. "Alright... Well I'm sure I will see you soon... Farewell for now sir..." And with that she stepped out the door and headed off.
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 9, 2011 12:28:43 GMT
*He gave her a wave as she left.*
Farewell, dear girl.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 22, 2011 8:43:09 GMT
He was back. Standing at the end of the long and splendid hall with a highly polished, dark woodfloor. The peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with gleaming golden symbols that kept moving and changinglike some enormous heavenly noticeboard. The walls on each side were panelled in shiny dark wood andhad many gilded fireplaces set into them. Every few seconds a witch or wizard would emerge from one of the left-hand fireplaces with a soft whoosh. On the right-hand side, short queues were forming before each fireplace, waiting to depart. Halfway down the hall was a fountain. A group of golden statues, larger than life-size, stood in themiddle of a circular pool. Tallest of them all was a noble-looking wizard with his wand pointing straightup in the air. Grouped around him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf. The lastthree were all looking adoringly up at the witch and wizard. Glittering jets of water were flying from theends of their wands, the point of the centaur's arrow, the tip of the goblins hat and each of the house-elf's ears, so that the tinkling hiss of falling water was added to the pops and cracks of the Apparators and the clatter of footsteps as hundreds of witches and wizards, most of whom were wearing glum, early-morning looks, strode towards a set of golden gates at the far end of the hall. Rydiger knew that as a guest, he should have had his wand registrated, but he hadn't time for that. He limped heavily to the golden gates with the rest of the Ministry workers, hoping that no one saw him.
The golden grille slid back and Heap stepped into the lift with the rest of the crowd. The grilles slid shut with a crash and the lift ascended slowly, chains rattling, while a cool female voice rang out from nowhere to tell which Department they passed. And finally said the cool, female voice: "Level Two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters and Wizengamot Administration Services."
Heap stepped out of the lift and started to limp his way across the weakly familiar corridor lined with doors. He passed the enchanted window and you could feel the heat from the worm sunny day outside. Mr. Heap turned a corner through a pair of heavy oak doors and emerged in a cluttered openarea divided into cubicles, which was buzzing with talk and laughter. Memos were zooming in and out ofcubicles like miniature rockets. A lopsided sign on the nearest cubicle read: "Auror Headquarters."
Heap looked lazily through the doorways as he passed. The Aurors had covered their cubicle walls with everything from pictures of wanted wizards and photographs of their families, to postersof their favourite Quidditch teams and articles from the Daily Prophet. A scarlet-robed man with a pony-tail was sitting with his boots up on his desk, dictating a report to his quill. Heap ignored the Auror and limped heavily to a small sideway while holding with a tight grip on his cane, a small corridors with doors only to the left. It was obviously just the Head of the office and Senior Aurors who actually had their own offices in the Auror Section of the Law Enforce Department. He had been in such rush he hadn't noticed before. He walked to the biggest one, where a old sign said: "Head of Auror Office." and a new, blank sign under it where it stood: "Gwain Robards." and knocked on it.
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 22, 2011 13:01:55 GMT
*He heard a knock at his door, which reverberated in his aching head. Massaging his temple a little he called out.*
Come!
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 22, 2011 13:13:22 GMT
Rydiger von Heap opens the door carefully before he limped into the room, the cane made almost the same sound as Moody's staff as he limped over the floor. "Mr. Robards, there you are!" he looked at him with a concerned expression. "How are you?" he looked at a chair near the desk. "May I sit down, please?"
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 23, 2011 0:30:48 GMT
*too achy to care, he responded.*
Pretty darned awful actually. You look quite worse for wear yourself. What the devil happened?
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 23, 2011 8:07:43 GMT
"That is a long and very unbelivable story. I belive I'll tell you all about it in a Law Enforcement meeting. The pain of the Skele-Gro that went wrong brought me out of both the Confundus charm and the Memory charm. But enough of that." He smiled friendly. "Does it hurt?" he asked curiously. "I have something that might help."
He putted his hand into one of his pockets and picked up a little bottle with clear, reedish liquid.
"This is a simple Wiggenweld Potion, but it do have healing effect, so most pain should dissapear." He looked around. "I also is sent by Scrimgeour because I'm in need of a job. Scrimgeour suggested the Intelligence Department. I can't quite remember the name of the Head of the Department, but I was asked to go to you."
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 24, 2011 16:21:52 GMT
*Gawain waved his hand, still massaging his temple and grimacing.*
No thank you. I prefer to suffer through it. Builds character.
*He was not sure that Scrimgeour would send someone to the Intelligence department. Old Nero was picky about who he worked with.*
In need of a job? Don't you have two already? Wouldn't want to overload you.
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