just a little sneakin' around

[augury_duncan]

Who: Duncan Maclachlan, Agatha Bole and a surprise visitor
Where: Scrimgeour's house
What: Poking around where Aurors supposedly don't belong
When: 3AM, Monday, 27 October
Status: incomplete

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[agatha_bole]

Aggie, in a fit of paranoia, had been extra careful leaving her home and making her way to Elspeth's Field. Gone were her robes, and in their place a pair of dark, form-fitting trousers and a long-sleeved black top. She felt a tingling throughout her limbs at the mere thought of what they were about to attempt. Such an act some may have thought to be typically Gryffindor, but lions tended to storm right in without forethought. She and Duncan were to do this with proper preparation and typically Slytherin finesse.

Not to mention she loved the opportunity to wear form-fitting black clothes. They were so slimming.

She found the third tree and spotted a figure standing near it. Her hand unconsciously tightened upon her wand until she approached and the moonlight revealed it to be Duncan. She stepped up to him with a grin.

"So, what's the plan?"

[augury_duncan]

He returned the smallest of smiles, tossed the cigarette to the ground and stubbed it out.

"I've not had a look at the house. Too dangerous. This is a one time manoeuvre, in and out. Which means there could be someone watching the house or not." He slid one hand in the pocket of his robes, the other held his wand.

"The house is about a ten minute walk away and we've good field cover among the flowers. We'll look at the front of the house first and if that's clear, go around the side. You have your phials?"

[agatha_bole]

She lovingly patted a pocket in the thigh of her trousers. "I've everything I need right here, I just need to resize them as needed. Collect samples, then bring them back to my flat and that lovely little lab I have in the den. Piece of cake, really," she said confidently, however the look in her eyes spoke of the seriousness of the moment and her awareness of the risks.

"If there are too many, we won't be able to go near, but if there's one or two... I think we can take them out temporarily. Perhaps turn them into tulips until we're done inside, tiptoeing around them." She winked upon telling such a terrible pun.

[augury_duncan]

The Muggle pun went completely over Duncan's head. It was obvious she made some sort of bad joke, but she often did, and he ignored it as was the usual routine.

They started walking through the field, brushing past tall flowers in varying shades. The scent of them clung to the air, sweet and cloying, and Duncan inhaled deeply.

There was a time once... a small brick house with flower pots along the window sills, in pinks and blues and yellows... He pushed the thought away violently. Not now.

The house seemed to shimmer into existence out of the dark. He crouched down, narrowed his eyes.

"Clear so far," he muttered.

[augury_rabastan]

A sort of stirring that couldn't be ignored waged in Rabastan's stomach. The small fire had started after his meeting with Lucius.

Introspection was a new habit for Rabastan. Somewhere, he doubted his role as a valued member of the Death Eaters. With Scrimgeour dead, there was an elevation in the war and Rabastan still had heard nothing about his role in it. This concern was only exacerbated by his meeting with Lucius who, also was oblivious to the plot to kill the Minister.

There was only one way to prove to The Dark Lord that he was every bit as useful as he always had been. Rabastan had made the decision to go to Scrimegour's house and investigate the circumstances of the murder. There, he'd be able to find some answers.

The air smelled too thickly of flowers and clean laundry for a Lestrange's taste and Rabastan wrinkled his nose at the scent. It was good that his cloak was a deep, twilight black because it acted as a double disguise in the otherwise quiet night.

[augury_duncan]

Duncan followed Agatha's gesture to a cloaked figure moving in the front of the house, just near the front porch and conveniently protected by the pale wash of moonlight touching everything else.

Of course.

His mouth thinned into a line. Very well. The long way then. He nodded to Agatha, began to creep along among the flowers, keeping the cloaked figure just in his line of site. It would take a few minutes to circle the house from the field, possibly another few minutes to get from the field to the house, but the delay was worth it. Too early to start a fight and the cloaked figure may have brought along a few mates.

[agatha_bole]

After the events of the last few days, not to mention a healthy dose of frustration at the lack of activity since the fight with Greyback, a part of her longed to go after the cloaked figure and start something... but logic prevailed, and she followed after Duncan. She saw her partner's eyes trained on the stranger, and so she kept his back covered by keeping her eyes and ears open to the rest of their surroundings.

She moved cat-like behind her partner, smoothly moving through the field and allowing her hair to occasionally fall over her face to keep her pale skin from being illuminated by the moon and pointing her out for all to see. She kept herself attuned to Duncan, confident he would stop once they were out of the figure's range so that they could once again continue in their approach to the building.

[augury_duncan]

A slow creep through the flowers later, they were out of the stranger's line of sight and facing the back of the house. He scanned over the area, finding no further cloaked figures lurking in the shadows.

Clenching his wand in one hand, Duncan darted from the field, careful to keep to the shadows cast by the overhanging roof of the house. He pressed his back against the building, risked stealing a glance through a window. Nothing.

Agatha was still waiting in the field. He crooked his finger. Come.