RP: Looking for Trouble

[shh_gilderoy]

Date: November 13, 2004
Characters: “The Posse”: Gilderoy, Cormac, Wayne, Hestia
Location: Out on the Town/in the Country
Status: Semi-Private (they might visit a farm or two)
Summary: Gilderoy forms a posse and goes out looking for “Trouble” in the wake of the terrorist attack on Rosemerta’s lovely home and respectable establishment.
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[shh_gilderoy]

Which way, indeed. If he were an animagus, he could transfigure into an alpaca or something and track down the vicious criminals. But since he wasn't, he would just have to use his keen wizarding instincts.

He looked at Cormac. "A farm, you say? What better place for a group of blood-thirsty meat and flour vandals to lurk than a... what are those things with hay in them? You know, the funny-shaped alpaca and cow buildings."

Gilderoy proudly pinned his badge on his cloak and patted it with a sparkle charm (deep indigo sparkles as it would be a good tertiary color to match with the compliments). "Farms are dangerous places, everyone. I want to make sure we're all have our wits about us. Why, one never knows when those murderous homicidal chickens will come back and attack anyone who is not wearing bright clothing."

He pointed at each one of his posse to make sure they all fully understood the gravity of their situation. Then, after pointing to himself (he wasn't about to exclude himself from the warning about caution), he pointed out to the south. Unfortunately, that would lead them directly into the row of shops behind the Five Alarm, so he changed his direction of pointing to the west and strode off (making sure the others weren't too far behind him.)

[shh_cormac]

There was that code word chicken again. And by bright clothing he must mean wands, Cormac postulated. Afterall, Wayne and Hestia had a point on the stealth matter. "Yes. We must go roust the chickens from the nest," he said seriously, really meaning, If there are Death Eaters about, we'll flush them from hiding, but well, codes were cooler, weren't they, then speaking clearly.

But why was Lockhart leading the way? This was his posse, afterall, and it just wasn't done to take over like that. "Excuse me, Lockhart," Cormac said as politely as he could manage. "I think it might be best if I were to lead." He tried to think of a way to say this without being insulting and turned to Wayne for help. "Afterall, a man as well known and important as Mr. Lockhart, shouldn't have to take the risk of leading. Am I right?"

[shh_wayne]

Wayne arched a brow and almost snorted. If this wasn't a case of the blind leading the blind. "You know, the only farm south of here belongs to Susan Bones," he pointed out. "Susie Q will kick your arses for disturbing her, and she'd probably scare any vandals that headed her way."

He looked at Lockhart and grinned. "I say we let pretty boy go first for two reasons. One, Susan might be so overwhelmed at your presence that she faints, and that's dangerous on a farm because she could hit her head somewhere," he said. "Second, if there are a bunch of vandals at her place, we need the best wizard in the back to save everyone." He gave the auror a look that quite clearly said 'you owe me'.

[shh_hestia]

Hestia knew Susan, she didn't think she would appreciate being called Susie Q. Maybe Wayne new her better than she thought.

She watched as Wayne deftly moved to put Cormac front and center for Susan wrath. She stopped herself from giggling just in time. Breathing through her nose until she was sure she could speak.

"That would be a great idea, you'll stay back and protect me, right? She looked at Gilderoy.

[shh_gilderoy]

Lockhart was a little confused. That charming young man did suggest putting the pretty one in the front, didn't he? So, that would, logically mean Gilderoy. But he also said to put the best wizard at the rear - which would also mean Gilderoy.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure how I can manage to be both places at the same time. If you want the prettiest one in the front, and the most capable one--"

He fell silent for a moment, taking Hestia's hand and gently kissing the back of it. "Of course, I'll protect you. After all, I can't let my trusted comrade fall in battle without laying down my life for her, can I?"

Oh, this hero business was turning out to be a lot of work - and somewhat confusing, as well.

[shh_cormac]

Well, as if Lockhart were prettier than him. Not bloody likely. "Well, we'd better get a move on, men, er and Hestia. We don't want to linger here, lest the vandals get a head start on us."

He marched purposefully down the road, his head held high and shoulders thrown back, in the Offical Auror Stance (tm) he'd adopted since Academy.

"Follow me men, er and Hestia," he said. "It's time to roost some Chickens."