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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 27, 2011 14:57:18 GMT
*Rydiger von Heap steps out of the golden lifts and rolled his eyes as the cool female voice wished him a nice day. He tightened his grip on the cane and limped to the correct cell. The old eyes looked down at the man sitting imprisoned man trough the bars. He raised his hand and stroked it over the bars. He wasn't skilled with wandless magic at all. But he could actually feel a certain amount of energy. He figured this was due to the activity of an Anti-Apparation Jinx. He He found the folder containing the man's own Ministerial record and identification papers. When he he talked, it was with a mocking voice.*
"Name; Closworth, half-blooded. Crime: Attempt to murder the Minister for Magic and being a idiot."
*Heap looks up at the man and sends him a sarcastic smile.*
In my hands, I've prove that you have the lowest IQ in the wizarding world. Your mother must be so proud."
He limps a bit closer.
"My name is Professor Heap. I won't say enything more, because I'm too brilliant for introductions."
*He looked at the imperiused man and knew that the man both had got his memory modificated so he belived that Bellatrix LeStrange was the one casting the Imperius Curse and had forgotten all about who Rydiger himself was.*
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Apr 27, 2011 17:18:23 GMT
*He pricked up at the sound of someone talking at his cell bars. Imprisoned for having the lowest IQ in the world? Was that a crime? Hey! Was that even true? Too brilliant for introductions my foot.*
*He had been brought out of the Imperius Curse since they had discovered that that was the case, but he had no memory of how he came to be in his cell apart from what they had told him.*
*He spoke fast.*
They can put you in prison for being an idiot now? Wow. Then I got to wonder why this block isn't full of readers of Witch Weekly.
Although I got to tell ya, if my mother knew I had the world record for lowest IQ, she sure would be proud. She never thought I'd amount to much, but being a record holder will sure put her in her place.
You say you're a professor? Professor of what may I ask? Professor Hope of mispronunciating names? Or is that me? Oh no I got it!
*He pointed at the mans cane.*
Professor of the three-legged race. Can't move at speed, but you know what they say, those who can't do - teach.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 27, 2011 19:10:29 GMT
*Heap looks at him with the same mocking expression.*
I'm a professor in Magical Medicine.
*He half smiled.*
No, it isn't a crime to be an idiot, but it should have.
*Ignore that "My mother" answer and sends the man a short, inquiring glance.*
No sign of bleeding, no marks or brusies, no wounds or other kinds of marks of any kind that indicates that you was beaten up, which means that the person who cursed you didn't have a hard time overpowering you... Three small almost invisible staines on your left leggs of your pants and the weak sent of alcohol that most likely containes ethanol tells me you was on a bar, and the little sitron part of the smell resembles an ingredient most common in Firewhisky, in which case you must have been in London or nearby, in order for the spellcaster to have better control, which is much easier if the latter is close the individual they controls... Do you remember anything of a bar? Or even better, anything of someone cursing you in a bar?
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Apr 27, 2011 21:33:45 GMT
Professor of Magical Medicine?
*He looks at the mans lame leg.*
Remind me not to come to you when I get the flu.
I was in a bar was I? News to me. Teetotaller I am. At least since mom started storing the firewhiskey in the same cupboard as the sleeping draught. That's the excuse I'm giving anyway and I'm sticking to it.
*He didn't much like the condescending way Von Heap was talking to him, so decided it might be fun to be unhelpful.*
Anyway I don't know if I should be answering questions right now. I'd like a lawyer, unless I am a lawyer, then maybe we can talk.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 28, 2011 6:42:21 GMT
Well, the thing is that despite I'm not being very skilled being a mindreader, I can easily cheat and use a spell to do it in stead. So either we talk like grownups, or I might have to infiltrate your private life. It's your choise...
*He limps closer.* I'm not a Healer, I'm a diagnostician. And I've educated as a professor in Madicine, but are working as an Law Enforcer and Investegator. Ironic, isn't it?
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Apr 28, 2011 9:30:19 GMT
No irony is like when someone who has been looking forward to playing pro Quidditch all his life gets killed in their first game. Either that or when someone does a hash job of straightening out the laundry.
As for using magic to make me talk... Well, I think I'd like to hear my rights. Just in case theres something in there that will get me out of this mess.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 28, 2011 13:31:51 GMT
Relax, dude. It was only a idea.
*He rolled his eyes.*
I'm not just a jerk, I'm a jerk who dosn't care about your rights, becuase I don't doing things directly after the book. The thing is that you tried to kill my boss, and he isn't to happy for it... What with a deal; We know you was imperiused, so you weren't responsible for your actions. Just give me the information I want, and I'll make sure you are free to walk out of here in no time, okey? Fine; So: Do you remember anything?
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Apr 28, 2011 13:48:28 GMT
*That was a bit more like it. And he didn't really have anything to hide. They had already told him that he had been Imperiused and his actions were not his fault. He was going to be let out anyway, and even if this guy was a complete tool, maybe giving him a little information would help them.*
*A stray memory crossed his mind.*
All I know was that some witch by the name of Bellatrix Lestrange was the last one I saw before I wound up here. Merlin knows why I was with her in a bar of all people, but hey, despite the craziness, she's pretty cute.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 28, 2011 14:02:23 GMT
That's all?
*He sounded disepointed. And he was indeed. If the case was over already, it had been -, well, short and boring to be honest.*
You don't remember how you got in the bar or what you did earlier? Can you at least tell me where it happened? Which bar?
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Post by Barney Colsworth on Apr 28, 2011 14:21:09 GMT
*He stroked his chin. Why did he go to a bar and meet Bellatrix Lestrange? He had all but given up on the Dark Arts now, and even if he hadn't how had he contacted Britains most wanted witch? Thinking hard he stared at the floor and slouched on the bed, his hands falling into his lap. He felt something in his pocket, but ignored it.*
The Leaky Cauldron I think it was. That sounds about right.
*He had a vague memory of wandering in there, but not sure why. It was all he had to go on and he had spent most of his recent time in St Mungos, so there couldn't have been another bar.*
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 28, 2011 15:03:10 GMT
*He nods and walks out, but not before he has shouted over his shoulder: "I'll let you out as soon as I have got Robards approval. It shouldn't take too long." and then dissepears into the lift.*
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