Drew Thornton
Ministry of Magic
Auror-in-Training
I didn't do it and you can't prove otherwise...
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Post by Drew Thornton on Aug 10, 2008 18:39:11 GMT -5
It had been two months since any sign of the Deva had been seen, and even then Drew still wasn't convinced that it hadn't been just some stupid Eleven kids trying to be all tough. The aftermath of the Hogwarts invasion had been quiet... too quiet, and the only thing since then had been the Dark Mark showing up on a few buildings.
Drew had written a few letters back and forth with Kellen, but the news on the front didn't seem to be much clearer. It seemed as if very few people knew more about the whats or the whys other than it needed to be cleaned up. Even that obnoxious Hughes woman from the Prophet hadn't commented on the incidents until more than a month later. The writer's inflamatory comments was sure to set a few Deva off (the idiot woman had actually called them out, daring them to do something more than a childish prank) but still nothing.
As he did most mornings, Drew sat in Great Hall, his copy of the Prophet splayed out before him as he munched on his breakfast. It was still somewhat early and people were starting to filter in, but the Ravenclaw really didn't pay much notice to them. He was looking for anything that might show that the Deva was plotting something.
{open!!}
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Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Aug 10, 2008 21:04:00 GMT -5
Henry walked into the Great Hall with today's issue of the Daily Prophet in his hands. He had already read through the first several pages. As always, the front page was about as informative as the sole of his shoes; But Henry had learned that most of the useful information was hidden in small columns tucked away under massive stories about new broomstick models, and what's happening with The Weird Sisters.
As he passed the Ravenclaw table, he spotted Drew; Most of the other group members were scattered throughout the hall, and people weren't really bothering to seat themselves according to house this morning. Figuring if he sat at the Ravenclaw table, it wouldn't attract too much attention, at least not today, he headed over to where Drew was sitting, and sat across from him.
"Not a thing." said Henry without preamble as he took a seat across from Drew "Not so much as a footnote on suspicious activities anywhere in the primary sections."
He brandished the Daily Prophet; He hadn't found anything in what he had read so far that sounded as though the Deva might be behind it, in fact, events of late were so incredibly pleasant that it made Henry more suspicious than if they had reported a bus full of people had dropped dead for no apparent reason.
"After what the Hughes woman said..." Henry continued in a casual way "...I was sure..."
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Drew Thornton
Ministry of Magic
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Post by Drew Thornton on Aug 10, 2008 21:36:57 GMT -5
Drew looked around as Henry approached and spoke. The Ravenclaw always got nervous when group members talked business in public, but it was usually for naught. He scolded himself, knowing he should probably trust these people he had alighned with more.
There was no one around and the most unusual thing about the the sight of the two boys talking was that one was at the wrong table... hardly an unusual occurance. Drew often sat with the Gryffindors or invited Felicity to sit with him. Students in all houses generally sat where they were supposed to, but it was quite common to see a bit of table hopping at meals.
"It makes me nervous," Drew mumbled, still keeping his voice down just in case. "And if anyone sees what that idiot woman wrote, something's bound to happen... and soon."
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Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Aug 10, 2008 22:00:36 GMT -5
"Oh there's no doubt about that." said Henry, his voice barely more than a whisper as he continued. "After that article, I was sure there would be more than a few suspicious events up and down the country. The fact that there hasn't been is even more worrying to me than if something had happened."
Henry sat up and stared at the front page of the Prophet for a moment before reaching beneath his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose for a fraction of a moment. He straitened his glasses, and looked over them at Drew for a moment; A thought had come to mind.
"It occurs to me..." said Henry in a whisper so low only Drew would have been able to hear it. "...and I'm sure it must have occurred to you that the upcoming Hogsmeade trip would present an enticing target for anyone who wanted to...say...send a message?...make their presence and power known..."
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Drew Thornton
Ministry of Magic
Auror-in-Training
I didn't do it and you can't prove otherwise...
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Post by Drew Thornton on Aug 10, 2008 22:45:31 GMT -5
"Yeah, but this isn't really the time or place to talk about that," Drew answered casually, grabbing another piece of toast and taking a bite. He appreciated Henry's enthusiasm, but the younger boy really needed to learn some discression. If the Deva was an underground orginization, the group Drew was trying to get together was even more so.
Of course it had occured to him. It had occured to him every day that he read the paper and each time he passed the trip notices pinned to the bulletin board. It had occured to him in the wee hours of the morning, causing him to spend hours down by the fire writing up ideas, contemplating scenarios, rehashing that Hogsmeade trip two years ago when he saw his first dead body.
"People will do what they do," Drew answered after swallowing his mouthful. "I just hope nothing major goes wrong."
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Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Aug 11, 2008 0:17:16 GMT -5
Henry sniffed and sat up a bit straiter.
"I suppose" said Henry, adding Personally I'd like to be prepared for something major rather than hope it doesn't happen. privately as he shook open his copy of the Prophet and started reading through the articles at random on the page where he had left off. "Hmph...The PLPG Publishing company acquired Transfiguration Today...That's different."
Henry had the sneaking suspicion that Drew didn't trust him as far as he could throw him; He busied himself with the full page add for Mrs. Skower's All Purpose Magical Mess Remover without realizing exactly what he was looking at, or taking a single word of it in.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Aug 11, 2008 0:38:10 GMT -5
Entering the Great Hall from her morning run, Felicity was drenched, and not just in sweat. The rain was coming down hard that morning, pouring in buckets everywhere, but she insisted on a daily run since she wasn't playing all of the sports she used to. Quidditch was nice to keep her in shape, but she didn't think it exerted herself enough, and so resorted to a morning run, which she then would gorge herself with breakfast afterwards. At least she was burning some of it off before even allowing it in her body. And though she really didn't care what she looked like, except on special occasions, she also realized it took hard work to keep fit.
Upon entering, her light brown eyes, christened honey graham cracker brown by Drew, swept over the room looking for her friends so she could sit with them. While there were only a couple here and there, and mostly spread out, she was delighted to see one of her new friends and her boyfriend together and immediately beelined toward the two and dropped dramatically into the seat beside Drew, shaking her hair just enough to hopefully dampen the older Ravenclaw but not his breakfast, or reading material, she grinned at both.
"Good morning sunshines," she greeted them, reaching directly for a dish of porridge.
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Drew Thornton
Ministry of Magic
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Post by Drew Thornton on Aug 11, 2008 1:06:29 GMT -5
{Party at Breakfast! WOO HOO!}
Drew heard the snippy little sniff from the younger boy, but really didn't care if he felt shut down. The Ravenclaw knew that there were some people in their group who would rather keep thier involvement secret. Drew had no problem sharing where his own loyalties lay, but the group that had been created was still unapproved and could get everyone, including Raynor, into a huge amount of trouble. He had his principles but Drew was willing to keep them to himself when it meant losing an appointment to the Accademy otherwise. He knew he could do more with that appointment than without.
Henry started talking about things that meant very little and Drew was satisfied that the Gryffindor had figured out a little about the matters of secrecy. The Ravenclaw continused with his breakfast with a small murmur of acknowledgement over the news when something more interesting caught Drew's attention.
The ceiling above the Great Hall evidenced the cloudy day outside, but it was the brown eyed blonde that warmed Drew's insides with her bright smile. She sat down next to him and shook out her wet hair, splattering him and making the edge of his mouth raise ever so slightly.
He raised a hand as if checking for rain and looked at the clouds mirrored in the rafters above him. "I think the charm on that ceiling is stronger than we thought," he commented seriously. "Either that or we have a leak..."
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Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Aug 11, 2008 1:17:39 GMT -5
"Good morning sunshines."
Henry looked up from his paper to see a soaking wet Felicity taking a seat next to Drew across the table from Henry. Henry looked over his shoulder at the high window; Beyond them he could see and almost torrential downpour falling beyond the glass.
"You went running?...today?...in that?" asked Henry, gesturing to the rain outside. "It's a wonder you didn't catch a cold."
Feeling that leaving Felicity soaked to the skin would be a poor lookout, Henry drew his wand and flicked it at the girl, trying to send a jet of warm air across the table to dry her cloths, but...
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Aug 11, 2008 23:23:50 GMT -5
Turning to Drew and sticking her tongue out, Felicity crinkled her nose as she returned her attention to spooning porridge into the bowl at her setting. However, upon hearing Henry berate what she'd done, Felicity wrinkled her nose again. Running was her morning routine, either with or without Drew.
"Yes, I went running in that, just like I go running every morning." Completely unperturbed with what Henry found wrong with the fact she'd gone through with her routine, Felicity stored a spoonful of porridge in her mouth, completely content with just eating until she saw him withdraw his wand and point it at her. In the split second it took to register someone she was trying to make a friend had suddenly turned on her with a wand.
Seeing him point it at her made her immediately remember the last January. Right there in the Great Hall, Celina to one side, crying and telling all, her trinkets scattered and broken, Shaw...
Eyes wide, Felicity whimpered slightly, trembling at the thought that he was holding a wand at her. It took less than a second later for Felicity to find herself in perfect shape, scrambling under the table to get away from anything the boy could possibly throw at her.
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Drew Thornton
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Post by Drew Thornton on Aug 11, 2008 23:27:11 GMT -5
As soon as Henry pulled his wand, Drew's hand went up, flying in front of his girlfriend and with a small push of magic, blocking the spell that was cast at her. While he was sure that Henry had meant no harm in the action, it was clear the Gryffindor boy needed to learn more than discretion. You just didn't go casting spells on people in polite society without asking them first.
The wide eyed shock that had initially crossed the Ravenclaw's face eased as Henry put his wand away. Drew knew Felicity's habits pretty well and knew if she was that uncomfortable being wet, she would have gone up to change before eating.
"I got you," he murmured, his other hand searching under the table for her. If Drew had thought Henry's intentions had been anything but honorable, the Gryffindor would have found himself sprawled under the Hufflepuff table with the taste of Ravenclaw fist in his mouth.
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Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Aug 12, 2008 0:24:58 GMT -5
"Oh my..." Henry said in surprise as she disappeared from view under the table, he had never seen a look of pure terror like that on Felicity's face before. He slipped his wand away as swiftly as he could manage when he registered what was happening and looked across the table, cursing his own stupidity within his thoughts.
"...I am terribly sorry...I-I didn't mean...I just forgot that...well...I..." he stammered looking imploringly between the two of them. "I...i-it was just...well...it's a bit cold in here...and I thought that it wouldn't be good to have you sitting around all wet...and I...I'm terribly sorry...I don't know what I was thinking..."
Henry had risen slightly from his chair in shock, still cursing his stupidity inwardly; One of his hands was shaking slightly. He was rather new to this friends ordeal, and hadn't thought much about the action before doing it primarily because the only other people he had ever cast a spell upon weren't exactly people who he wanted to give advance notice too; Still, the foolishness of the deed was embarrassingly evident.
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Post by Felicity Hjort on Aug 12, 2008 1:11:26 GMT -5
As soon as she had found herself under the table, Felicity pushed herself up against Drew's legs, trying her best to get as close as possible to him and as far as possible from Henry, which wasn't easy considering the boys were seated right across from one another. When Drew's hand brushed against her she jumped, paranoia all ready setting in about what had happened, but she calmed down enough not to do anything irrational to him other than to sling her arms around one of his leg's like a young child and bury her face against him.
Hearing the boy's apologies, Felicity couldn't bring herself to say anything in return. She was extremely cautious about staying away from wands that were pointed, only allowing Drew to be someone to point a wand at her, and then only rarely, and when they were studying.
Shaking from fight, the blonde stayed attached to Drew, despite his promise that she was all right, she just wasn't comfortable with something like that, especially not from someone she thought to be a friend, but was drawn from her thoughts when he stood. The cursing wasn't even registering to her ears, not being at all fond of such choice words, because at the moment she was pressing up against Drew praying Henry wouldn't get any closer. He was moving, and she couldn't see what he was doing beyond that.
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Drew Thornton
Ministry of Magic
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Post by Drew Thornton on Aug 12, 2008 1:48:23 GMT -5
He felt her jump, but that was understandable. When she latched onto him, he understood that too, keeping his hand under the table and close to her.
Henry was sorry, and again it was a good thing for the Gryffindor. It made it easier to forgive the boy's conceit. You had to be pretty full of yourself to just point a wand at someone, thinking that solved everthing, not taking into consideration how the other person would feel about having a potentially lethal weapon aimed at them.
"There are some things a simple flick of the wand can't fix," he told the boy calmly through gritted teeth. The tighter Felicity clutched onto him, the angrier Drew got and it was taking everything he had not to show Henry exactly how it felt to have a wand pointed at him. "Next time, I suggest you ask before you go casting charms on people."
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Post by Henry Lordings Jr. on Aug 12, 2008 2:50:03 GMT -5
"Yes...that is...well...um..." is all Henry could manage; Drew couldn't possibly know how terrible Henry felt at that moment as he tried desperately to find the words that suited the situation. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out the golden pocket watch stored there, opening it with a trembling hand.
"I'm...hmm...e-expected at...erm...library..." said Henry looking down at the watch without taking in the time it displayed. "...I-I'm...er...already...hmm...already late."
At the conclusion of this feeble invention, Henry stepped over the the bench he had been sitting upon and walked toward the doors of the great hall feeling as though he might be sick. His copy of the Daily Prophet lay open on the table; An article headed Cursed Fire Kills Three in Kent dominating the page.
It wasn't until he was halfway through the entrance hall that he realized that the pocket watch was still open in his hand; He closed it and slipped it back into the left pocket of his pants, fumbling slightly as he did so. Henry straitened his cloak and glasses as he climbed the marble staircase, his hands, as they so rarely did, were shaking horribly as he did so; He hadn't made a mistake like that in years, and that momentary lapse in judgment was likely to cost him Felicity's friendship.
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