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Post by Arnie Peasegood on Apr 29, 2011 20:30:51 GMT
*He leads the old man to the cell, opens it and gently pushes him in.*
*Once inside, he confiscates his wand and cane, then pats him down to see what else is being carried. He finds a few items in his pockets, removes them and places them with his wands in a box. He hands the wandless cane back to Heap, picks up the box and steps out, closing the cell behind him, magically locking it.*
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Post by Rufus Scrimgeour on Apr 29, 2011 21:04:57 GMT
*He follows them to the cell and watches as Peasegood does the routine check. He had done this a hundred times and had never missed anything. If Heap had anything smuggled away in his robes, Peasegood would find it. They already knew about the cane, so that had been sorted out immediately.*
*The cell closed with the old man inside it.*
Now Mr Heap. We will begin preparations for your trial.
*He swallowed done some rage building inside him and remained cool.*
Would you like us to arrange anybody to speak on your behalf?
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 29, 2011 21:12:04 GMT
HEY!
*Shouts.*
You already have my wand! Give me that damn cane, it isn't a wand in it anymore, so now it's just a tool for walking. I'm crippled, remember? If you brake it, you buy it. Twenty galleons, if I sees as much as a scratch.
*He looks at Scrimgeour.*
You mean like a lawyer? Yes, I've heard of a guy called Malfoy, who works in this Ministry. I don't quite remember the first name, but people says he can be trusted.
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Post by Rufus Scrimgeour on Apr 29, 2011 21:24:49 GMT
*He nods.*
Lucius Malfoy. I assume that is who you mean.
*He breathed deeply.*
I will ask him for you.
*He had had enough now.*
Come on everyone. Let's leave him to his thoughts.
*He left and headed back to his office.*
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 29, 2011 21:26:00 GMT
Hey! My CANE! I was serious about that paying part.
*Reaches out his hand.*
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Post by Arnie Peasegood on Apr 29, 2011 21:26:31 GMT
*He watched as the others left, but he had no reason to rush. Technically he was still on guard duty. He turned to Heap.*
Your cane is on the floor.
*He wandered back to the basement entrance taking the box of items to be stored away.*
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 29, 2011 21:29:06 GMT
What?! *Looks down.* Oh, thanks, dude. Hey, before you'll leave. What about a card game? You know, do something nice on this wonderful, sunny day I'm not able to experience from here?
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 29, 2011 21:31:57 GMT
*He looks at the wandless cane. Perhaps it was a bit of power left after being conected to the wand? He points at the box.* Accio Vicodin! *Nothing happens.* Damn! *Rubs his leg.*
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 29, 2011 21:58:01 GMT
*Awake in the next cell, Ophelia's other side listens with great interest to what's going on next door*
*Calls out from her cell*
Welcome to the cells!
*Can't see the other prisoner but she can hear him*
What are you in for?
*Laughs*
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 29, 2011 22:12:25 GMT
I'm in for NOT bringing the Minister for Magic into deadly danger... And when it comes to Robards, - YOU - CAN - TELL - HIM - TO - FIX - MY - YO-YO! *The last eight words was shouted in the direction of their prison guard.*
*Looks at the direction the voice was coming from.* Judging by your girly voice, you are a female, and judgning on the weak sent of old blood, I guess you are either a vampire or just enoy cannibalism.
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 29, 2011 22:22:21 GMT
*She giggles, madness in her voice*
And judging by the stench of excrement, I'd say you're full of it.
*Laughs*
My, what a heinous crime. You'll make a lovely prison b
*Shouts*
Fresh fish! Fresh fish! I'm gonna reel me in some white meat.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 30, 2011 8:23:24 GMT
*Rolls his eyes and sounds frustrated.*
Oh no, you are one of the religious people, aren't you? If you try to scare me, you can try again with an better attempt. By the way, I'm a crippled, so I must taste awful. But as we are prison bitches together, perhaps you could do me a favor? In that box he took, that moron placed my pain killers. Vampires have their own kind of magic. Wandless no less, could you just levitate that litte orange container with pills for me?
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 30, 2011 14:16:14 GMT
*Giggles madly*
Me, religious? You are funny, my little lamb, so very funny.
*Sounds offended*
You're going to be my prison evil witch, lambkin. Besides, I'd love to help, but I'm far too busy. I'm naming all the stars. I can see them through the walls, I can see them! But I've named them all the same name, and there's terrible confusion, so I'm far too preoccupied with that to assist you. However, if you continue to annoy me, I might just offer to assist the Ministry by ripping out your little throat.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Apr 30, 2011 17:55:10 GMT
My name is not lamb, and you know it, - so... technically don't you have any right to complain about being anoyed by your neighbor. It's professor Heap for you, or you can shut up. I'm not in the mood to play games with little girls who have an excess of testosterone and Merlin knows what other hormones.
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Apr 30, 2011 20:29:31 GMT
You never gave me your name, little lamb, so I shall call you as I please, as I do with the stars.
*Sings*
Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was red with blood.
Mary had some long sharp teeth, long sharp teeth, long sharp teeth,
Mary had some long sharp teeth and she bit that lambkin's throat.
*Stops singing and laughs again*
Ooooh ... Professor, is it? The only thing I have an excess of is insanity. Don't push me, there's a dear little lamb, or I will be put on trial for your murder, too.
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