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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 16, 2011 9:00:43 GMT
I walked across the great intrance hall towards the great reception. "I'm looking for a patient named Gilderoy Lockhart." says shortly.
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Post by Welcome Witch on Mar 16, 2011 13:25:33 GMT
*Busy as she ever was sorting through the numerous patient logs, she took a moment to finish what she was writing before looking up at the wizard who had just arrived.*
*She was about to answer, pointing out how rude he had been, but then realised what he had just said.*
Lockhart? I'm afraid that you won't find him here. Haven't you been reading the papers?
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 16, 2011 17:27:38 GMT
*Smiling.* Ah, the papers... Sorry, I have problem readin engslih. *As he says it, the german accent is much more visible.* If he were to show up here, send an owl to Rydiger von Heap. I am an Law Enfocer that would like to ask him some questions.
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Post by Welcome Witch on Mar 16, 2011 17:48:17 GMT
*She smiled and shook her head.*
You won't be finding him here I'm afraid. He escaped and is on the run. They've been hunting him for months.
You'll have better luck in the pubs I should think.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 16, 2011 18:10:09 GMT
Ah, I see... Well, thank you. *Turn around and walk out.*
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Mar 16, 2011 19:02:41 GMT
*Finally, he had been allowed to leave the hospital. It had been a long time healing, but he was free at last.*
*As he made his way towards the exit, a beaming smile on his face he saw a familiar face.*
*He squinted a bit, trying to make out who it was, but was not completely sure.*
*He jogged a little and caught up with Heap. He tapped him on the shoulder.*
I know you from somewhere don't I?
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 16, 2011 19:10:12 GMT
*Look at Barny with a scornful pout.* I'm not sure.
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Mar 16, 2011 19:18:26 GMT
*When he turned to face him, Barney shook his finger at the man.*
Yeah! Yeah I do! What's the name?
*He looked at the ground, as though the answer would be written there.*
We met before, I'm sure of it... just can't figure where...
*Looking down, despite the odds, actually provided the answer. He saw the mans unique cane.*
That's it! You were one of the guys with that wizard! The big guy... German or something. I don't remember. Yeah!
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 16, 2011 19:31:12 GMT
"To your information, my name is lord Rydiger von Heap." I said sharply. "Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in the German Ministry of Magic, and Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards. I'm here in official ministerial business." I did not know who this clown was, but I thought he sounded accusingly.* And which great german wizard are you talking about? This cane is inspired of the one in the ownership of Mr. Malfoy, however."
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Mar 16, 2011 19:49:07 GMT
*He had a confused look on his face.*
Supreme Mugwump? Look, I don't know anything about that or anyone called Mafley, but I saw you when you was with that dictator guy.
You was one of the top dogs back then too. I can't remember the name! The one who had all the goings on before the new Dark Lord came into business.
My teacher was one of your guys.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 16, 2011 20:15:42 GMT
"Really?" I spat. "And the name was? Which school?"
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Mar 16, 2011 20:23:12 GMT
No, no, no. Not a school. Maybe teacher is the wrong word.
He was more of an instructor..
*He hushed his voice.*
illegal magic.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 16, 2011 20:32:36 GMT
I looked at him. An instructor? No one come to my minde by the word. After my parents died in that fire, I lived as Grindelwalds apprentice from early age. I was fourteen and until I was nineteen, in 1945, when Grindelwald lost his power. "Go on." I said shortly.
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Mar 16, 2011 20:55:18 GMT
*Barney's memory was hazy. Somewhere along the line he had had his memory wiped and was now struggling to put bits of it back together. A thought occurred. His teacher had been at the meeting, but he had not. He had viewed it through a pensieve. One of his teachers memories from long before they had met.*
Sorry. No. I understand now. We haven't met. But he knew you. He was a follower of that great wizard.
*Barney struggled to remember the reason he was shown the memory. He held his head in his hand, trying to massage the thought out.*
Dumbledore. That's it! He was there when Dumbledore defeated the other guy. And so were you!
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 16, 2011 21:36:42 GMT
*Looks at him.* I was there... So what? Are you going to try to get me arrested? I was acquitted of all charges after that night. You have no proof that I ever practice or have practiced the Dark Arts.
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