Closed: Jemma - Murder Pack?
The past week had been absolute hell. Sabrina hadn't been around for most of it, having opted to stay with Dean. Honestly, he couldn't blame her. It actually worked out well enough to give Sebastian the extra time to put a few things together from what he had. That was basically nothing.
All these years and he'd been stupid enough to just assume everyone responsible had been gathered up after the last battle. Not having anything else to go on, Sebastian didn't have anywhere to start after Sabrina came back. He was left relying wholly on whatever Jemma could find. Luckily, Jemma was even better than Sebastian was.
He'd essentially cut himself off for most of the week, digging through hidden, locked away, and dusty records his Simon Daley had kept. There were plenty of allusions to something involving werewolves, and maybe the Daleys running being such an offense to the Death Eaters was starting to make a little more sense. There were reasons Sebastian hadn't dug into this earlier; ignorance was a great thing.
He tried not to focus on that as he arrived at Jemma's. At least he'd owled her earlier to see if she'd be too put out if he showed up to gather any information she had and try to put the pieces together. All he needed was the pieces, and he could figure out just how he wanted to take care of this.
Sebastian lifted his hand and knocked briskly a few times before shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his ever present leather jacket.
All these years and he'd been stupid enough to just assume everyone responsible had been gathered up after the last battle. Not having anything else to go on, Sebastian didn't have anywhere to start after Sabrina came back. He was left relying wholly on whatever Jemma could find. Luckily, Jemma was even better than Sebastian was.
He'd essentially cut himself off for most of the week, digging through hidden, locked away, and dusty records his Simon Daley had kept. There were plenty of allusions to something involving werewolves, and maybe the Daleys running being such an offense to the Death Eaters was starting to make a little more sense. There were reasons Sebastian hadn't dug into this earlier; ignorance was a great thing.
He tried not to focus on that as he arrived at Jemma's. At least he'd owled her earlier to see if she'd be too put out if he showed up to gather any information she had and try to put the pieces together. All he needed was the pieces, and he could figure out just how he wanted to take care of this.
Sebastian lifted his hand and knocked briskly a few times before shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his ever present leather jacket.