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Post by Artemis Tayern on Oct 21, 2007 9:13:10 GMT -5
Artemis needed something and it was something Brady had. The item in question was very dear to Artemis and he felt damned near naked without the pale twisty stick, which formed the core of his abilities. He had the oddest feeling when they had been held hostage, and he knew that Brady would do more damage with a wand that what Artemis could have done so Artemis had surrendered his wand to Brady by just slipping it in his pocket when he passed Brady to use the bathroom. He reached Brady’s office and with the sincere hope that Brady was where he was supposed to be he raised his fist and allowed it to fall on the wood three times. He didn’t look at the door with expectance he inclined his head and stared at the floor knowing he didn’t want to look this man in the face, Artemis had given Brady his wand with the hopes it would be used to bring the Deva to their knees yet when one of the faceless was ready to duel all Brady did was let the wand hit him, then he didn’t fight back when Shaw had cursed him… that was none of his business though all he wanted was his wand.
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Post by Devin Brady on Oct 23, 2007 1:32:32 GMT -5
"Ah young Mr. Tayern, come in," said a warm Brady as he opened the door. On his desk sat an open book, and a cup of coffee, it was obvious that he didn't waste most of his leisure time. Turning his back on the boy he made his way into the room. Silently he closed the book moving towards one of the many bookshelves and placing the book into its proper place. He gestured for the boy to take a seat in one of the comfortable chairs, and moved to sit across from him. "Can I offer you a drink? Tea? Butterbeer? I always keep a stash, knowing how much you kids love it. Pumpkin juice maybe?"
He smiled lightly at the boy. He had been a great deal of help during the turmoil of the past weeks. Though the man hadn't exactly taken advantage of his opprutunities, but he had reasons for that. "Don't worry, dear boy, I do know why you are here." Reaching slowly he pulled out a desk and removed a long box. "I believe this belongs to you, though do know it took some searching for after I lost my robes. Eventually I found it though, have no fear." He gently slid the box across to the boy. "I trust that it is your wand, the one you gave me, in the same condition that it was in when you gave it to me."
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Post by Artemis Tayern on Oct 23, 2007 17:59:14 GMT -5
Art fidgeted slightly uncomfortable in the office; it was as if he had more books than a small library not to mention the neat freak touches... it was almost unnatural. "Pumpkin Juice would be nice, sir." He muttered actually showing respect to a professor, sincere honest respect. Unusually that was in very short supply with Artemis, yet in the Great Hall he had time to think and he had learned his priorities. He wanted Fyona safe and thus felt that by giving Brady his wand he would be assisting in the safety of Fyona and the school. Art wanted his wand back; it had been one night yet all the same he wanted his wand back.
Art’s eyes ached, it had been over a day since their release from the hall yet Artemis had slept nearly at all, he had caught the occasional five minutes of snooze yet he was way behind what he should have taken. Yet it wasn’t really his fault, he had stayed up all night to watch over Fyona, to insure her safety he was a gentleman and it was his duty to insure his lady was safe. When Brady spoke up about his wand Art perked up slightly yet his gaze was locked with the floor and almost unfocused on his host yet he took a seat when bidden his knees together, back straight and his hands resting folded on his lap rather like the perfect school boy. As the box was slid across the desk Artemis almost lurched for it like an addict being taunted with a fix. He restrained himself shifting his eyes from the floor to the box containing the treasure. Art was content he was going to get his wand back yet it still remained in Brady’s possession and Artemis would not take it back, instead almost knowing that Brady had something he wanted to say or ask before Artemis bid a hasty retreat to the dungeons.
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Post by Devin Brady on Oct 28, 2007 1:52:18 GMT -5
With a quick wave of his wand a glass of pumpkin juice appeared in front of the boy. He smiled brightly looking towards him. "I do want to thank you for all the help you gave, during that crucial time. I apoligize that the wand didn't come to as much use as I am sure you were expecting." He paused for a minute looking around the room quietly before standing up and moving to a bookshelf. Quietly he pulled out a book and came down sitting across from the boy once more.
"You see I don't know if you know anything about wands, but I have done some research into them, for my own knowledge and nothing more. Understand I had no fear of that monster Schmidt, but I would not be taunted into a fight where I was very much in danger. If you didn't know, a wand given up by free will is not nearly as good as a wand that picks a its wizard, or a wand that has been won by the wizard. The fact that I had been given the wand meant I was at a disadvantage and could very well lose that fight. Now though it would be a strike against my pride, that was not my worry. The thing I worried about was the fact that if I had been on the downside of that fight, the things my opponent would have done, may have far overstepped the lines."
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Post by Artemis Tayern on Nov 10, 2007 9:57:44 GMT -5
Artemis kind of understood, he knew how he had felt when the mountain laurel wand had touched his hand; it was like he had made a best friend for the rest of his life. “I think I get it.” Art said to Brady in response to the information about wands. Though his head was bowed Artemis could hear Brady as he quietly stood and walked to a bookshelf. Again Artemis found himself staring at the box containing his friend. How he wanted to have his wand back it was the driving urge since the situation had abated. The only reason he had left the dungeons since the Take over was this, otherwise he went to the kitchens and had the house-elves make Fyona and himself food. He wouldn’t leave what he could call comfort until he had his wand back, and this venture was far from comfort.
“But professor you were one of the best aurors weren’t you? And that man you call Schmidt you could take him out, he is just another wizard isn’t he?” he asked carefully unsure of the waters he was about to dive into.
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