*Well. That's fairly clear orders, isn't it. It has nothing to do with the dementors, but Sirius clears his throat and looks straight at Moody, ready to take the brunt of his anger..*
I've found something on my--on Regulus Black.
*He holds up the precious sheaf of papers. The jacket is as home, too small and bloodied, stuffed in a trunk in the back of the closet. There's nothing more to be learned from it, his dog-nose told him everything about pine sap and blood that could be learned, but he can't bear to do anything but keep it, hidden away even from himself.*
He's been researching someone named Tom Riddle, and he's been doing it on his own, without the help of any of the other Death Eaters or family or friends. He's been a nervous wreck lately, and he got injured, probably in Albania doing god-knows-what.
*Everyone works, everyone reports. But Peter hasn't exactly been working, not how Moody means, and doesn't have anything to report, either. He sits in uneasy silence until Sirius speaks. He knows Sirius' suspicions and knows he's been doing some spying on his erstwhile brother, though he didn't know to what end until now. Peter thought Sirius had good enough reasons, but what Sirius is saying doesn't seem to have anything to do with anything. Instead of voicing his instinct that his friend is letting his feelings get in the way of his judgment, he gives him the benefit of the doubt and latches on to one piece of his information instead.*
*Remus speaks up evenly from across the room, quiet but firm. It's an intentional self-implication, an attempt to draw at least some of Moody's anger. Sirius hadn't acted totally alone; the three of them have been tailing Regulus for months, and he's not leaving Padfoot to take the fall by himself.*
*Sirius knows what Remus is trying to do, and he wants to keep Moody's wrath on himself. He replies to Peter, but keeps Moody's face in his peripheral vision, tense and ready to give a snappy soldier's reply when the time comes.*
At a guess? Something valuable or dangerous or both. Something connected to or held by Tom Riddle.
But that's not the best part. I've gone over the papers and--well, there's no nice way of putting it. It looks like this Tom Riddle character is Voldemort. Was born to a muggle and a witch and orphaned, went to Hogwarts just like the rest of us.
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I've found something on my--on Regulus Black.
*He holds up the precious sheaf of papers. The jacket is as home, too small and bloodied, stuffed in a trunk in the back of the closet. There's nothing more to be learned from it, his dog-nose told him everything about pine sap and blood that could be learned, but he can't bear to do anything but keep it, hidden away even from himself.*
He's been researching someone named Tom Riddle, and he's been doing it on his own, without the help of any of the other Death Eaters or family or friends. He's been a nervous wreck lately, and he got injured, probably in Albania doing god-knows-what.
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Albania? What's in Albania?
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*Remus speaks up evenly from across the room, quiet but firm. It's an intentional self-implication, an attempt to draw at least some of Moody's anger. Sirius hadn't acted totally alone; the three of them have been tailing Regulus for months, and he's not leaving Padfoot to take the fall by himself.*
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At a guess? Something valuable or dangerous or both. Something connected to or held by Tom Riddle.
But that's not the best part. I've gone over the papers and--well, there's no nice way of putting it. It looks like this Tom Riddle character is Voldemort. Was born to a muggle and a witch and orphaned, went to Hogwarts just like the rest of us.
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