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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 17, 2007 18:13:54 GMT -5
Walking through the darkened streets of Knockturn Alley, Alfonz decided that he had to prepare for the upcoming breaks that Celina would be spending with him. He didn't have anything in his apartment per say that would suit that of a fifteen year old girl, nor did he have anything that would take care of her when he was away at quidditch practice during the spring and summer months. When he wasn't there, he worried not only how she would occupy her time, but also whom would take care of her if he was away for a long amount of time.
Not only did he worry about that, but the new information he had about who lived next door to him with Shay Loire also made him think that he needed something in the apartment that would distract her from venturing out to see any of his neighbors. Especially, if that Thornton boy did happen to visit his sister during those breaks as well. It was a completely plausible fear. Celina was going to be staying with him, so why wouldn't other siblings of other families not be doing the same thing? He decided finally to himself that he needed to visit a creature shop, and find a house elf to take care of the apartment, and his sister when she was around.
As he neared the end of the street, a darker store lured him to enter. It was a creature shop, but not just any creature shop. One that was more intended for creatures that had been abandoned or scared in any way. One that would have the attitude to follow only those who wished it so, and didn't feel to much compassion. Celina would love something that she could nurture, something like her cat. Something that was abandoned and now would be cared for.
Alfonz looked around one last time, feeling the presence of another but not noticing anyone around him. He brushed the feeling off, and entered into the store.
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Post by Robert Shaw on May 18, 2007 17:22:13 GMT -5
Knockturn Alley was a recluse of sanctuary; its dark shadows and still darker inhabitants providing the safest of havens for a wizard of his stature. They had done so for nearly a year, most of them without even knowing such and the few that did were certainly more than trustable enough. He'd eyes all over the wizarding world, everywhere except for within the seemingly impregnable walls of Hogwarts. In there he was blind, blind where he obviously needed access and Merlin be damned if he had no intention of getting it.
The times were changed, the rules of engagement changed, no longer were adults and grown wizards the King of the chess boards. No the position now fell to what had years ago once been the lowliest of pawns, the children. The apples to the eyes of mothers, and sybol of innocence. Conduct unbecoming a child was not a charge of crime, not yet at least.
He didn't know why he'd taken to tailing the man, the air around him simply had that 'feel' to it. You the type, dark, mysterious, just plain evil? Yeah, you know it. Ironically the man had gone into a creature's shop, the exact thing Robert didnt need. Oh well, let the game of follow-the-leader begin. While Robert followed the man toward the shop, making sure to keep out of the man's direct line of vision it appeared the man realized he was being followed however he seemed to believe it wasn't Robert doing the following. Interesting.
The man was young, cautious of others, had an air that seemed to float on a naturally evil updraft...perhaps this man--much like the others who frequented Knockturn--would prove to be not a waste of his breath. Robert's eyes checked their corners once more as even the darkest of wizards knew the price of his high bounty. He was a most sought after man, for all the wrong reasons. It wasa pity that fame came with such high a price tag attached.
And so Robert quickened his walking pace slightly hoping to keep it looking natural, in a subtle attempt at closing distance with the man.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 19, 2007 2:16:29 GMT -5
The feeling from before had come again as Alfonz drifted around the shop pretending to look at all of the creatures that were for sale. That Brady man, wouldn't dare Alfonz thought of the auror who had provoked him into a duel just days before. But someone was definitely around, Alfonz just had to buy his time and see who the man thought he was.
As Alfonz proceeded around the shop, his original goal came into his mind. He still needed a house elf that would do the trick when distracting and taking care of his younger sister. He didn't need any distractions from phantom presences distracting him from what he had come there to do in the first place. It was bad enough that he hadn't yet received a progress report from Daniel Jackson pertaining to his cousins attempts at finding out what Celina was up to.
Looking over the house elves, they all looked the same to Alfonz. They were all caged up and, what looked like to be beaten dogs. Perfect, Alfonz thought to himself as he remember how much Celina loved her abandoned cat. With a house elf not only looking for a home, but a good mistress to serve, these would most definitely serve the purpose for distraction. But there was that sense again. He casually looked over his shoulder, trying to make it look like he was looking at another creature from behind him. A quick scan with his eyes and nothing seen but a shadow. There were many shadows in Knockturn Alley. Was this one any different?
He walked around the selection of house elves again, examining each one fully. He then stepped back, into the shadows of a closed isle. Noting that if someone was behind him, they'd more than likely pass in front of him. Alfonz clutched the wand that lay in his right pocket. If it was that auror again, he was dead.
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Post by Robert Shaw on May 19, 2007 21:32:04 GMT -5
He was inside now, and it was clear the man was more than alittle edgy about making sure he was playing a good game of covering his backside. The man had loked around him twice more, and again failed to see him. Either he was wary of the Deva, or wary of the aurors, or, perhaps he was wary of some ex-girlfriend with a meat cleaver? Merlin only knew what was actually provoking the man to be so unjustifiedly cautious, but whatever t was, it amused Shaw vastly.
As Robert entered the shop behind the man, the little bell jingled to announce his arrival. The shop keeper looked up and averted his eyes back to counter and stores beneath it. Knockturn's shadows were trusting only in that they spoke no words and made no quarrels, especially when they knew to whom their eyes looked upon. No perosn in upper England could fail to recognize his face.
The wanted wizard stood, surveying the shop's interior with his eyes twice-over before taking a few steps forward. It looked empty, but what the shadows hid with darkness diplomacy could illuminate "If I'd wanted you dead, such you would have been made already." A pause. "I'm no auror, if they are what you fear. Knockturn doesn't welcome them freely, not without everyone knowing they're here."
He knew nothing of the man, not his name, not his occupation, nothing. But the man held a demeanor that required him tol hold no knowledge, his demeanor told him everything and yet it hid everything as well. Somewhere int hat darkness lay a pair of eyes, and within those eyes was a window to a man who had convictions. Robert wanted to see those convictions. It was that simple.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 20, 2007 13:42:34 GMT -5
"One can never be to careful," Alfonz said stepping out of the shadows in front of the man. Who did this man think he was? "Do you have a problem?" he asked wondering why in bloody hell the man would be following him. Anyone in Knockturn Alley would be worse than the auror, however, usually those in Knocturn Alley didn't have enough care to follow someone.
Alfonz looked at the man, obviously older than him. The air around him stopped and there was something strangely familiar about him, as if Alfonz had seen his face before somewhere. Alfonz was sure they hadn't met before, but as he examined his face in particular he swore that he knew the man. Then it clicked as he remembered the multiple wanted posters hanging up all over the wizarding world. Alfonz silently spoke as he said, "Something makes me wonder why a wanted man would be following me."
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Post by Robert Shaw on May 20, 2007 21:30:14 GMT -5
"True one never can, you for example, should have spoken from the shadows and stayed there." The man was smart in wit and cunning as a fox with his words to boot, a fine diplomat he might make if he didn't also hold the ambitous aura of tyrant. It had taken the man moments to recognize him, which meant that this young gun either barely relied ont he Prophet or chose to ignore it's existince. Either of course was fine with him, though Robert had done the opposite. The Ministry could make no major moves without him learning the basics of it first, and he loved it that way.
As the man's skepticism and curiosity grew, Robert became all the more amused, so much so he let out a chuckle, a brief laugh if you would and one that was almost sadistic in tone. "A leader will not waste his time peddling behind a follower, you tell me why I would follow you." Robert inquired, glancing again toward the counter. The shopkeeper was of no conern to him, and if it wouldn't look suspicous, a dead body might have felt convenient to appear. But to murder in Knockturn meant certain eventual death to one's own. He needed his allies now, and needed them silent.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 21, 2007 16:26:41 GMT -5
Alfonz was impressed highly at the man’s quickness with his words and ability to lurk within the shadows. He too, thought of himself highly, and even though this man who stood in front of him seemed to want to provoke something from him, Alfonz stayed calm. “Obviously, you can tell a loyal Pureblood when you see him.” Alfonz briefly remember the articles and something about how this man was a part of an organization that wanted to purify the race of wizards. What organization, and what he had done to have the most of the ministry after him, was of no concern to Alfonz, or at least it wasn’t at the time.
As he studied the man who claimed to be the leader, he wondered if he was talking about the organization. “What, per say, are you a leader of that I would want to follow?” Gathering details was always a good step in the right direction, and if this man planned on using Alfonz, Alfonz planned to use him back. Maybe there was something the both of them could benefit off of each other. Otherwise, did he actually expect Alfonz to succumb?
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Post by Robert Shaw on May 21, 2007 21:35:14 GMT -5
"Loyal pureblood, hardly can I tell that from merely looking at a man. I do not see loyalty, I see ambition, and pride. Loyalty is not seen, loyalty is proved. I will call you nothing close to loyal, but I will call you ambitious." Robert replied, motioning the storekeeper off toward his behind the counter stock room. The man was certainly confident, logical, downright cocky and probably most important, unafraid. Robert had to give kudos for that last one, fear was a sign of weakness, one that could easily be rectified of course, but weakness was not lightly tolerated through his eyes.
"What do I lead? I do not lead sir, I usher." He paused, a small smirk coming to his lips as he stepped clear of the window and doorway to his rear. "I usher in an era of purity, an era where the wizarding aristocrats, the rightful aristocrats shall sit at the thrones of power. However I prepare this world not for our seatings as adults but the seatings of children, the ones who will have to truly hold the cards, the ones who have the power to finely detail my shaping world. It shall be their field. I, and others, we just do the heavy work." A bit long-winded perhaps, but concise enough to carry it's point. Exactly how he wanted it to be, exactly the impression that needed to be made. Robert was all business, this conversation was not going to be small talk.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 22, 2007 5:52:45 GMT -5
The man was right overall, and Alfonz had known it from the start. Loyalty is not something that Alfonz just gave out to anyone, especially strangers that followed him the darkened alleys of Knockturn. If anything, all this man deserved from Alfonz was a wand stuck in his face and a threat to move away from him and let him on his way. But then he started talking about what he ushered. Alfonz was intrigued and listened, only slightly noticing the storekeeper move away from his post behind the counter. Alfonz however, still unafraid. The man had said that if he had wanted him dead, already it would have been done. The man looked as decent as a venomous snake, but for some reason, Alfonz knew he'd not go back on his word. Something in the man's stance, Alfonz figured.
"An era of purity? For the children that are soon to rule the wizarding world." It made sense and in a way, their goals were the same. Alfonz, however, narrowed his efforts towards his sister, as this man lead the way for all 'pure' children. But then again, what was his definition of purity and pure? "There are many definitions of the idea of purity. What, if I may ask, might yours be?" It was as polite as Alfonz could make it. He still wasn't pleased that this man had been following him, or dared to judge or in a way, provoke him. But at the same time, the man impressed and intrigued him. He wanted to know more, and Alfonz could tell that this, to the man, was a serious issue.
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Post by Robert Shaw on May 22, 2007 18:33:39 GMT -5
Loyalty was not given, nor was it accepted at the drop of a galleon, and the day it ever became such is they day armageddon would have arrived upon the mortal planet Earth. However that was a long ways away, and while money did throw weight and gain consriptions, those conscriptions were easily overturned by a larger sum. Loyalty by fare would never hold a rightful place at the top of his strategic methods.
Courteous as Robert was, he waited for the man to finish his questioning before jumping into campigning. Premptive speech could now cost the recruitment, and with a man this ambtious, this idealistic before him, this was a recruitment he could not afford to go awry. "My idea of purity, there are no truly pure lines anymore, rather, there are extremely few and none of them contain the numbers required to move the world. My definition of pure encompasses lines with perhaps one branch or two. You need not be fully pure of blood to respect your bloodline." Robert replied, noting the key word. Blood was not important, what was important was that one knew their ancestors and descendents, and what they signified. Muggles called it geneology, he called it self-pride.
"And what good sir might your interpretation be? Surely a man of your...attitude...holds some bias? Or did you ask a question to which you were unprepared to answer yourself?"
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 23, 2007 11:11:38 GMT -5
"I disagree in a sense. Enough pure-bloods still live to make a new existence for the wizarding rule, it just needs to be found. However, I agree with you that respect must be paid to those descendent's whom in the family were once pure. It's not a matter of bias, but truth, my good man," Alfonz started to explain his side of the purification issue. He did believe that pure bloods existed in enough places to make a realm of it. It was just that now adays, no one stuck or bread within their race. "We can't help the existence of the others whom are not of a bloodline directly descended from the pure, however, we can educate those of the younger generation to keep within their own," Alfonz stated directly referencing his wants for his sister.
Alfonz had thought this out multiple times, and had been told by his father even more times about sticking to their own kind. Friends and connections are one thing, as long as it didn't exceed just acquaintances in Alfonz's mind. However, when it came to Celina she was far to young to realize how she could be influenced to make the decisions on her own. At that moment, a picture of the young Shay Loire popped into his head. He shook it away and thought nothing more about it. She was a connection and nothing more. Even the man before him said it wasn't purely based off of bloodlines...and it wasn't as if Alfonz was going to become intertwined with anyone any ways.
"I would not be unprepared to answer such a question. Though our views are slightly different, I do see some similarities. Within a family I do understand that there can be pure bloods and those who are not. As you said, genetics are what really rule that. However, I do believe that those who are lazy and feed off of what we as pure citizens of the wizarding world work so hard for, deserve to be let go. To fend for themselves, and not given special treatment because they are not pure. Everyone should work for what they have. I don't believe in special treatment, what I feel those who do not distinguish themselves from, will embellish themselves in." Mainly, the impure.
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Post by Robert Shaw on May 30, 2007 12:01:33 GMT -5
Dialog, dialog, and more dialog. It was the most long-winded answer he'd heard in a long while, well it was the most long winded one that he hadn't either forcefully driven out of someone or had spat at him in anger anyway. But no matter, it was an answer, and it was one that made him stop to think about his next words. They were ones he would have to choose carefully, they had to be enough to way his cause but not seem burdensome. They had to in essence, be the unobtainable perfection of speech.
"The misgivings of the past cannot be changed without drastic effects on the future, both impure and pure descendent's alike know the effects of the Time Turner. A tainted line cannot be made completely pure again, however it can be made dominantly such through teaching, that is what you suggest is it not?" Robert questioned only to make sure he was understanding correctly. While Robert was a dignified person with a rather large vocabulary and understanding of word choice, some forthcomings were more difficult to comprehend them others. It was that simple.
"To work for what you have means you have the ambition to live, to be like that of a parasitic vermin leaves you with nothing but the scraps of street to feed from. I find myself in concurrence, in order to truly live and respect who you are, blood of pure or otherwise, you must have the ambition to prove yourself. To lack that ambition, does not bring death, but it brings a mortality equivalent of it. I believe sir, my definition of purity is not pure of Blood, but pure of ambition." He paused. "Any child that knows what they have to do to get where they want to go--to be successful, is pure regardless of blood."
"To be pure is to have ambition, without ambition one will not succeed. To succeed is to have power, and without power there can be no rule, aristocratic or otherwise, even if both you and I know it is only the ambitious pure who deserve the power of the thrones. As royalty continues to rule muggle England today, such should it not be for our society, perhaps both societies as well?" If he wished to playt a game of motivational speeches, he would play raise and match with a poker face present.
This man was surely one of a marginal few dangerous sort. He was cunning with his speech, cautious with his movements, and had the ideology and respect of an aristocrat. And yet his caution was the key, he was as cautious and careful in all his steps and verbalities like that of a tactician. He needed this man on his side, to have him on the other could bring forth drastic consequences to the cause.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on May 30, 2007 22:46:58 GMT -5
“I suggest that, in a way.” Alfonz stared at the man, speaking slowly. What was this man getting at and where did Alfonz fit in? The man asking him questions back that he had already answered only tried his patience more. “The past cannot be changed, therefore, it is up to us to guide those whom are pure into the right path.” Alfonz agreed and listened more to what the man had to say.
It seemed as if he agreed with Alfonz in the sense that those who were lazy were vermin that took all that one had for them, were impure. However, by his definition of the word, any who had the ambition, based on that alone, determined whether or not they were pure. “Your definition lacks in places, sir,” Alfonz stated coolly. How was one to determine then who was and was not pure? If blood did not matter, then what did? Anyone could have ambition. But in a sense, is that all that mattered to this man? What about muggles? How did he determine based off of just ambition who was pure?
“You are saying that those who work and have ambition to fuel their lives with success are pure. It’s a nice definition, even promising,” Alfonz paused thinking of the half-blood woman that he denied himself the pleasure of getting to know more than he already had. By what the man in front of him said…she was in fact pure. However, that was only by his definition. He shook the thought of her away; far behind the other memories of happiness that he had denied himself to live.
“With what you are saying, anyone could be pure. How can you determine purity, when anyone can look as if they have the ambition, when really they are not worthy? How can you just base purity on that?” Alfonz growled slightly at this. His temper rose slightly, and he couldn’t pin point why. It could have been the idea of the younger woman, or of his opinions in general. Alfonz knew it was not his place to change another’s opinion, but he was ready to judge him for it. His standing had no back. It was a circle that he was playing around Alfonz to stir emotions that Alfonz didn’t want to acknowledge having. Imagine, hope that there were more pure people out there than what Alfonz had been taught. Impossible. Incredible. Unfortunate.
Then the man spoke of how the pure should have the power, because they are the ambitious. “With your definition, my good sir, everyone is pure, except for those who don’t apply themselves. There are more who apply or at least try to apply themselves than are pure blood. They all cannot have power. What kind of power do you speak of?” Alfonz was beginning to be frustrated with the stranger. In one conversation, it had made Aflonz question his teachings and the way he was raised. It made sense, and that was upset Alfonz even more. He didn’t like it, and almost wondered why he was continuing this conversation with a man he barely knew.
“Royalty ruling the wizarding world?” Alfonz almost snickered out loud. “And then who would be king?” He scoffed. Now he understood completely. The man in front of him was off his rocker. Absolutely nuts. And ruling both worlds? Like one kingship doing that? Surely he couldn’t mean that the wizards would be ruling all? But then again his definition could include muggles as well. Alfonz leaned up against a cage that a house elf was in. He could almost no longer hold himself up. It was too much to handle. The thought of a muggle ruling as king one day because their ambition proved them pure, was almost unbearable to take without laughing. It could have been the wording, or it just could have been his frustration, but at that time Alfonz was more confused with the man than he’d been in a while with anyone. “Sir, I’m not sure you know exactly what you are saying.”
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