Rumpole and the Killing Curse, Part Three

[catherinecookmn]

If I had been in my right mind, I would have said something at this point.  Dodgy cases were my meat and drink, but this was altogether beyond my experience.  But I think it was that very dodginess, combined with the presence of all that not-at-all-filthy lucre (and the promise of more to come), that held me enthralled.

Without a word, Severus Snape

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[catherinecookmn]

(Oooh, nice!) Now I have to figure out how best to stitch these bits together so they can be posted as a story, once we're done.The rest of the day had a dream-like quality to it. I attended the memorial piss-up for Old Tom, said the proper obsequies, was given an inordinate amount of respect by my Chambers brethren simply for being old and alive, drank the expected amount of Chateau Thames Embankment, and then went on my wobbly way home to Froxbury Mansions, the domain of Hilda, she of the scrub-brush and the late father who was Head of the very same Chambers I inhabited, and whose shoes, as she would not-so-subtly remind me, I was not even attempting to fill -- not that I could ever fill her dear Daddy's shoes (he was a Size Eleven, and my feet have never been above Size Ten

[shiv5468]

(even nicer - is Hilda a witch?)

[catherinecookmn]

(Well, Rumpole has wondered that on occasion. And that's a rather tempting idea, actually. But in this instance, I was merely thinking that Severus and Hermione had managed to beat Rumpole home, as they are considering using Froxbury Mansions as a bolt-hole and wanted to clear it with She Who Must Be Obeyed; as part of the arrangement, they've set up portraiture contact with the late headmaster.)