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Post by Nymphadora Lupin (Tonks) on Apr 10, 2011 7:16:19 GMT
**apparates in from Knockturn Alley with captured fugitive Ophelia Fuilteach, having just left her werewolf husband mid-change with Sanguini Fuilteach**
I have fugitive Ophelia Fuilteach, fetch a healer and Gawain Robards, yeah?
**Sends someone off to get assistance**
Well look at this, your old cell innit!
**Giggles a dark giggle, quickly opening the door and leads the vampire inside, straight off casting a spell which prevents her from going batty and flying away**
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 10, 2011 7:23:05 GMT
Ophelia, still not quite lucid, looked around the Ministry cells and smirked. Oh, she would have some sport now. Her father would be livid that she had been taken to the Ministry instead of Saint Mungo's, and Vlad Dracul only knew what he would do to this Auror as a result.
"You broke your promiiiiiiise," she said in a singsong voice, giggling unpleasantly. "Be a dear, and take off these ropes. I can't do anything to you from in here, can I?"
She leaned against the bars and peered out at the Auror, smirking, her eyes crazy. "Yes, it is my old cell. Brings back such precious memories, doesn't it?"
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Post by Nymphadora Lupin (Tonks) on Apr 10, 2011 7:36:25 GMT
Except dear ole daddy won't be busting you outta here this time...
**Fights not to cringe as the unwell girl leans against the bars nad smirks**
And no, I did not break my promise, you're getting the help you need soon as the healer arrives. Never said where you'd be getting it.
**Smirks back, making sure the doors were nice and locked before releasing her from her bonds**
Make yourself at home, you'll be here a while.
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 10, 2011 7:46:04 GMT
She stretched her arms as the Auror undid her bonds and wrapped hands with long, sharp nails around the bars.
"No, I rather think he won't. But I imagine he won't be happy with you. He tends to be a bit ... volatile. Won't it be fun when he catches up with you!" she said, barely able to conceal the glee in her voice, imagining the Auror being attacked by a very old and furious vampire. "You told him you'd bring Ophelia to Saint Mungo's ... and unless they've had an interior designer with a fetish for bondage around, I really doubt this is it."
She laughed, a sound that said: This woman has gone so far past sanity that she couldn't see it on a nice clear day, and lounged back on the tiny bed provided in the cell. "Yes, yes ... Go toddle along and collect your reward money. I hear it's rather high. Maybe you can use it to buy yourself some taste."
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 10, 2011 11:24:38 GMT
*Clapping his hands together to announce his arrival, he wandered into the cell block.* Right, what have we here then? Tonks. This is the one you say killed the Phoenix girls? *According to the file, the killer was an unknown vampire, but Tonks had always been certain that she knew who it was. Robards trusted her, but he needed the facts.* |
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 10, 2011 21:51:46 GMT
Ophelia looked at the man who approached her cell, and decided he was built like a miniature mountain with a voice to match. She listened to him talk, and laughed, still lounging on the bed.
"They didn't rise from the ashes then ... Misleading surname," she remarked, neither confirming nor denying her role in the murder. Her voice was soft and lilting, contrasting with the madness in her eyes. She stood up and looked at Robards, tilting her head to the side like a kitten observing something new and strange. "I met an old man like you, once. Didn't like him. He got stuck in my teeth."
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 10, 2011 22:16:43 GMT
*He couldn't help but shudder slightly at that. He never had been fully comfortable with vampires. Creatures that lived off the blood of other sentients should probably not be treated like normal people.*
*He decided to allow Tonks to answer him, rather than push the creature/girl further for the moment.*
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Post by Nymphadora Lupin (Tonks) on Apr 16, 2011 3:20:16 GMT
*Glares daggers at Ophelia's comment about the Phoenix girls*
Bit creepy innit...
*Moves next to Robards, shifting to one foot and pocketing her wand. The Head Auror shuttered and she didn't blame him, the vampire could sure make your blood run cold*
And to answer your question, yeah it's her. Gone bit 'round the bend as you can see, found her wondering around Knockturn.
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 16, 2011 3:59:42 GMT
Ophelia giggled low, under her breath, listening to the pink-haired Auror talk. "Miss Nymphadora speaks out of turn," she sang out. "She is bad, bad, bad example, and will have no cakes today."
She sank to the floor, and sat on the cold stones, looking up at the ceiling. Her red eyes are crazed, wide and staring. She sang quietly under her breath, almost whispering as she sang.
"I sat within the valley green, I sat me with my true love. My sad heart strove to choose between the old love and the new love. The old for him, the new that made me think on Ireland dearly, while soft the wind blew down the glen and shook the golden barley ..."
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 16, 2011 21:56:15 GMT
*He scratched his head with a suitably confused expression.*
The blazes... damned girl is singing now. I think you're right Nymphadora.
*He spoke in as much of a whisper as his lungs could manage.*
Still... we'll have to put the blighter on trial, though I'm not sure how that will work in her state. Even if we get a confession, she's hardly in the right frame of mind. We're going to need some hard evidence I'm afraid.
*He straightened himself out, approached the cell and addressed the vampiress, speaking over her sing song.*
So. You're familiar with the girls then? What do you know of them?
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 16, 2011 22:16:14 GMT
"The Phoenix girls?" Ophelia asked, abruptly ceasing her singing. "I lived not far from Jane. Very sweet, she was. Like clover." She paused and licked her lips. "And honey."
She looked thoughtful, and stretched out her arms. "As for the other girl ... She had beautiful skin. I think she moisturised it. That was very thoughtful of her."
She looked at Robards, a strange half smile on her face. She was enjoying messing with this Auror. "You have the advantage of me. Do please be polite, and introduce yourself. I already know Miss Nymphadora."
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 16, 2011 22:54:16 GMT
*Her lip licking and implications were enough in his mind to convince him totally of her guilt, even for his trust of Tonks, but for legal reasons he would need hard evidence.*
*He did not much fancy hanging around for too long though. Despite his gruff exterior, this one really made him uncomfortable.*
Ah yes... where are my manners?
Gawain Robards.
*He started to hold out his hand to shake, but thought better of it.*
You were friends with them?
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 16, 2011 23:24:59 GMT
Ophelia seemed to think for a moment. "Friends? Never had many friends." She shook, and then shouted, "Bite your tongue! They used to eat cake, and eggs, and honey, until she came and ripped their throats out!"
She put her hands to her face and hissed, "She won't get out of my head!" She put her hands to her hair, and pulled on it, looking at the Auror with desperation in her eyes. "Help me?"
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Post by Gawain Robards on Apr 17, 2011 9:57:52 GMT
*There was something seriously wrong here. It was as though the girl had two people inside her. He had no idea if it was an act or if there was a real reason for it.*
*It was rare for him, but he was speaking quite softly, out of his comfort zone, slightly fearful.*
Who is she?
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 17, 2011 11:06:38 GMT
She looked at Gawain, wondering if he could really help her, and said with real fear in her voice, "I don't know. She's always with me. She whispers to me when I sleep, tells me I've done wicked things." She trembled with the effort of trying to keep talking as sanely as she possibly could, hating that it was such an effort to do so.
The vampires in Italy had been unable to help her. Centuries of so-called wisdom, and they didn't know how to heal her! Maybe these wizards and witches could help. They had potions, magic, things the vampires didn't possess. She hissed, and clawed at her own skin. "I can't get her to shut up! I think I'm losing my mind. Can you help me? My father took me away to try help me. They gave me the Dark Gift, and it didn't help me. They took my wand away, and now I'm alone ..." She trailed off, and gave a low sob.
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