Name: Augustus Rookwood
Format: Newspaper Clipping
Date: October 3rd, 1997
Relevance: Obituary torn from the Prophet reporting Rookwood's father's death. Visitor records confirm it was delivered to him in Azkaban by Bill Weasley, and constitutes the earliest confirmation of their meeting as adults.
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*takes the obituary back after they stamp and is lead to Gus' cell*
*looks into the cell, not sure his introduction for a moment then grins*
Oi, Goose.
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*knows who he is immediately, not least because being called that rouses memories he isn't used to letting in; gets to his feet slowly, not tiredly, but rather with the air of someone grudgingly accepting a visitor to their home*
*automatically steps back against the far wall when the door's opened, and smiles slowly and rather unnervingly at the guard with Bill*
*brushes the creases completely ineffectually from his dark prison robe and looks him straight in the eye, chin raised, not saying anything*
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May I come in? I'm not the most visually appealing sort of visitor, but-
*splays his hand ineffectually*
We need to talk.
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*voice slightly hoarse with underuse* Do we? Is this a social, call, then?
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*eventually goes over to him and slides down the wall next to him, close, but not touching him; takes the newspaper clipping from his hand to read it* *swallows when he comes to the "well respected" part of it and is rather glad it breaks off there* *puts the clipping on the floor between them, looking at Augustus from the side*
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*quietly, his tone completely matter-of-fact* What you implied regarding Bill isn't true.
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*exhales slowly and leans back a little more heavily against the wall, turning to look at him again and holding his gaze longer this time*
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*continues to shift restlessly until she calms him through words and touch, bringing him to a quick orgasm then soothing him to sleep*
*slides slowly into a deeper sleep as she strokes his hair and he begins to dream*
*finds himself standing in the kitchen in Gideon's London flat, staring at a plate of blue eggs*
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*slowly goes along the hallway, stroking his fingertip along the wall there, and turns into the kitchen*
*smiles briefly upon seeing Bill there and slides into the chair across from him*
*quietly* Hey.
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Hey.
*pushes the plate aside and drops into the chair, jaw a bit tight and lips pursed in frustration*
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*quietly* Long day, hm?
*looks quite drawn as well*
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