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Post by Django on Mar 26, 2011 16:15:13 GMT
*He had received a letter from Heap, saying that Lockhart had been seen in the Hogs Head area. He was a little embarrassed that the person paying him to hunt the man had somehow gotten more intel on his bounty than he had, but decided not to let that bother him.*
*Finding some time to get away from his duties in London, he travelled to Hogsmeade and to the pub in question. He wasn't sure who to talk to or even what to ask at this point. None of his contacts had much pull in Hogsmeade. Considering its proximity to Hogwarts, this was probably a mistake. Maybe he could make some allies while he was here.*
*He had decided on wearing his formal robes, in case he needed to do some more play acting, but apart from that was relatively unprepared.*
*His option at this point was to do what he did best. He approached the bar.*
Whiskey. Double.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 26, 2011 17:21:13 GMT
Rydiger had stood half-hidden in the shadows, and looked as the Bunty Hunter had arrived. He smiled, and sipped to a glass of wine he held in his left and, with the right, he held his pimpstick. "Good afternoon, Mr. Corbucci." He said with a almost gently soft voice. "Haven't found him yet? Pitty, that's mean I have to pay you another thousand galleon's to make you more anxious."
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Post by Django on Mar 26, 2011 18:32:20 GMT
*There was literally no way that anyone could know what his surname was. This confused him. A lot.*
*But the offer of more money was not a bad thing.*
Great... maybe if I carry on not finding him I'll have a job for life.
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 26, 2011 18:47:53 GMT
Rydiger von Heap smiled mockingly. "Or maybe I'll have to take back my money." Rygider said clamly. "The worlds if full of choise's, and some of them are hard to decide." The aristocrat walks closer the Bunty Hunter, holding his pimpstick in a very elegant way. "Did you really belive I wouldn't figure out who you were eventually? Oh my, my good sir. In that case you were mistaken. The world is to small for a man like Django Corbucci to just dissepar. It was harder than I exptected, but at last, I found an old wanted warrant of you, after you had killed a bunch of Death Eaters... Or, the Ministry did at least belive you killed them, as the bodies was found in your home."
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Post by Django on Mar 26, 2011 18:54:06 GMT
Ah well, I wouldn't know anything about that. I've never heard of a Corbucci. And I'm not a Death Eater.
*He took a seat, thinking he may as well get comfortable, then took a large sip from his glass.*
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 26, 2011 19:09:22 GMT
"Really?" Mr. Heap said lazily. "So this doesn't seem familiar, then?" He showed him an old warrent. "Of course, I could have you arrested for murder, but yet again, I really would hate to be rude to a man with a so well known reputation and skill. What you would do with this old pice of paper is up to you. You could burn it, if you like. I really don't care."
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Post by Django on Mar 26, 2011 21:46:59 GMT
*He took the poster. It had been a long while since he had seen one of these. He'd assumed that the Ministry had given up on searching for him. They probably had, but would still go ahead with hauling him in if they had the chance.*
Ok. You got me. So what do you want?
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 26, 2011 23:42:21 GMT
"Nothing, really, other than find Lockhart and bring him back to St. Mungo's. This was just for teasing you."
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Post by Django on Mar 27, 2011 0:05:05 GMT
*He shoved the poster into his pocket. Somehow, it was an odd keepsake.*
Yeah. I'll get right on that.
*He took another swig of his whisky.*
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Post by Rydiger von Heap on Mar 27, 2011 9:56:47 GMT
"Very well, Mr. Corbucci. Your seceret is safe with me... For now." He bowed and walked out, disapparated with a "plopp" and was gone.
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Post by Django on Mar 27, 2011 10:40:48 GMT
*Somehow he wasn't so sure about that. Nursing his drink, he began planning his next move.*
*Lockhart must have moved out of town by now. Heap was in town, and for whatever reason, desperate to find him. He would have done if he was still here. So that ruled out Hogsmeade. Only the rest of the world to look in. Usually tracking people down was not this difficult. They normally left some sort of trail. Either Lockhart was an unprecedented genius or very very lucky.*
*He started to feel like time was against him. Besides this search, Mr Nyx was putting the pressure on to get their plans moving ahead. Django was not much of a fan of having a rich snob getting on his back, let alone two.*
*Luck had brought him to Hogsmeade, but he wasn't going to count on it taking him any further.*
*He had already established back in London that Lockhart was living rough, on the road, possibly constantly moving. He had hit Hogsmeade for some amount of time. He was seen in public. Maybe he got comfortable, maybe he got careless. In that case, maybe he had been here for a while. A man's gotta eat... Lockhart had no money, so either was relying on the kindness of strangers or was living off the land.*
*There was a possibility that maybe someone was feeding him and had not reported him to the Law. He had fans everywhere, who would forgive his past in an instant. If that was the case, he would be hard to find, but there could be more witnesses. If not, then his next clue might be found somewhere that people could camp out.*
*That was the lead he should follow. He would need more information though, he didn't know the area.*
*Maybe someone in the bar was the camping type.*
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Post by Django on Mar 27, 2011 19:24:49 GMT
*He stayed and finished his drink, before deciding this was a dead end. He would have to try another angle. In the meantime, he would head back home and get himself refreshed for another days hunting.*
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Post by Django on May 11, 2011 15:41:43 GMT
****************************** *His return had taken longer than he had intended. It had been quite some days since he had last been here, busy with other duties. He finally had a bit of time to get on with his side project.* *He crossed the room to the bar and took a seat, waiting for the barkeep to notice him and serve a drink and hopefully, some information.*
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Post by Aberforth Dumbledore on May 11, 2011 15:46:39 GMT
*He casually strode over to the customer with all the airs of someone who knew they could take their time, safe in the knowledge that the man wasn't going anywhere until he had a drink.*
What can I get yer mate?
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Post by Django on May 11, 2011 15:50:12 GMT
*It was time to get his acting skills going again.*
Uh yeah, a firewhiskey please buddy. No rush.
*That last part was the hardest part to act convincingly.*
Hey, uh, probably an odd question but, I'm new to the area and was wondering if there were any good campsites about? A hobby of mine you understand. Reminds me of home.
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