Talk to yourself, talk to the tears

Dec 21, 2009 12:00

Category: Pink Sheep RPG

For her meeting, Millicent dressed in black. Plain, unassuming, drab black. It was as if she were going to a funeral of sorts. A funeral of her own freedom. Stuck between familial obligations, there lay only one path for her. Wrinkling her nose at the fact that she couldn't directly Apparate into the seat of government for all of Wizarding Britain, she flooed instead. Traveling by fireplace always left her disoriented and sneezing.

By the time she had made it down to the Department of Mysteries, her eyes had ceased to water and soot had been cleared from her person. The receptionist sniffed when Millicent announced herself, but informed her that someone would be with her shortly.



Vincent trotted along one of the many corridors of the DoM, wondering when in Salazar's name had he become the fetching dog for his uncle, but the bird outside -- who could remember her name, they changed almost every week or so -- had called and he was supposed to answer.

He nodded to the little redhead to sat at the front desk, but refrained from saying anything else. Apparently after making the third one cry he wasn't allowed to speak to them unless absolutely necessary. Pity that. This one had good tits.

Joan rolled her eyes. As if she couldn't tell that one was undressing her with his eyes. These Unspeakables, they were all the same. Though at least the training program did have some benefits. Merlin, there was enough plenty of eye candy to go around. Witch Weekly could do a whole issue alone on the men of the DoM, but that would probably defeat the whole purpose of 'Mystery,' wouldn't it?

Millicent's eyes widened as her escort stepped out of the shadows. Oh, the years had whittled away once quite familiar shapes, but the same structure was there. Vincent was alive? The rumors had been that he had died at Hogwarts. Or least, that's what they had been shortly after the Battle. She hadn't exactly stuck around long enough to investigate to track down the truth.

"Vincent," she said neutrally, successfully hiding the quiver she felt. Millicent had never loved him, true, but she had certainly cared for the person that stood before her. Once.

The Unspeakable blinked. He had been told she had been married off to some bastard in Russia. Obviously not if she was standing before him. "You're here to see my uncle."

Uncle? Millicent blinked and tried to think back to her days of learning the family trees of some of the more important families of Britain. After all, you didn't want to end up marrying your first or second cousin. Any experienced person in the art of husbandry could tell you the consequences of such an action. There had been three Dent siblings in her parent's generation. Two girls and a boy. One had married a McLaggen, the other a Crabbe.

"Yes."

He inclined his head. "I should take you to him. He hates to be waiting."

Millicent stood and waited for him to lead her down the stone halls."Please."

Their journey was made in silence, each captivated in their own thoughts. She didn't try to memorize the way they were going. It was the Department of Mysteries. The halls were liable to change to suit their needs, much like the staircases at Hogwarts. Vincent didn't knock when they got to his Uncle's office. Bypassing his secretary, the Unspeakable swept right in.

"You're appointment's here," he announced, unable to keep the sour tone from his voice.

Tiberius Dent stood, chuckling inwardly to himself. The boy was like a small child told that he was going to bed without dessert or that he couldn't have a new toy. Oh well,one would think the boy would be used to disappointment by now. "Thank you, Vincent. That will be all."

The younger man blinked. That would be all? That would be all? He was rarely dismissed from his uncle's presence. He had free leave of the office, to come and go as he wished. It wasn't as if he could betray his secrets. There were hazy memories of an unbreakable vow taking place one night.

"Vincent." Tiberius's voice became sharp, cold. "You are dismissed."

She watched the interplay between uncle and nephew, slightly fascinated, yet repulsed at the same time. It was still a shock to see him alive. As soon as Vincent left, the old man gestured for her to sit and she did, waiting for him to continue. This was his game. His turf. Millicent was the one who had to step carefully, lest she stumble into a trap.

A snap of his fingers and there was a tray of biscuits and tea popping onto his desk. The Ministry elves were so efficient. Dutifully he poured her a cup before doing the same for himself. He even remembered how she took it. It might have appeared that he wasn't paying attention to his little jaunt over to Dunmore Estates, but he had. Once tea had been settled, Dent sat back in his chair, fingers steepled. the picture of calmness.

"I trust you've read my terms and conditions. Do you have any questions?"

"No." Yes. Why me?

Tiberius nodded gravely. There was more ticking away behind her eyes. She would be a foold not to have questions and everything he had read about Millicent A. Bulstrode pointed to the fact she was anything but.

"You are contracted to study possible treatments against muscle paralysis as a result of the Cruciatus Curse. At the end of said contract your progress will be reviewed. Upon that time your contract may be extended, with possible expansion of research opportunities."

Millicent nodded, withdrawing the parchment he had handed her a few days before. All had been laid out in the document. She was to study what effectively boiled down to a possible cure for prolonged exposure to the Unforgivable. Surely there had been others, more advanced and experiences than her to complete the task. "Understood, sir."

He leaned forward, voice soft, but firm, booking no room for argument. "You are on a need to know business. Any information you need will be handed down through me or one of my deputies."

That only opened the door to more questions rather than giving her answers, but the young woman found herself nodding anyway. "Understood, sir. Shall I sign now?"

Tiberius waved a hand, silently summoning an augry feather quill for her, suddenly the picture of the jolly uncle. "Yes, yes, please do. We have plenty of paperwork to fill out Sadly, it has to be in triplicate and they won't take spelled copies. But don't worry, my dear, we'll be having you join our merry band in no time."

Summary: While reporting for her new job, Millicent runs into Vincent. It came as a surprise to both.

millicent, vincent, pink sheep rpg

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