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RP: Bear in a Cage

May 28, 2009 02:56

Date: December 27, 1999.
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Fergus Mitchell [NPC]
Location: Holding cells, Ministry of Magic
Status: Private
Summary: Rita gets a moment alone with Fergus.
Completion: Incomplete

( What a perfect antidote to Christmas cheer )

rita skeeter, place: ministry of magic, december 1999

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rar_npc2 May 28 2009, 03:31:11 UTC

Fergus couldn't see why they'd felt the need to bind him to the fucking chair. Wasn't like he could get out anyway; no wand, people watching, Aurors every damn where. And they had wands, of course.

He looked around the dim, sanitary little room. Way too far underground for windows, and just a couple torches in the rear corners. Still, it was more comfortable than that sodding cell they'd put him in. And it'd be more comfy than Azkaban.

Fergus shuddered at the memory of that place, and tried not to think about the fact that he was probably going back there very soon. He licked his lips and looked over his shoulder, even though no one was there.

The door opened, finally, and the little blond witch he'd seen in the papers walked in. He'd been surprised that someone wanted to talk to him at all - he didn't have any family. But it couldn't hurt, and maybe it'd delay things a bit, at least. And he'd get to say his piece. No one'd ever listened to him before ( ... )

rar_rita May 28 2009, 04:41:36 UTC

Rita noticed the smirk and the roving eye. Couldn't fail to; he wasn't very subtle about it. She smiled. That was good. Being appreciated could only ever work in her favour. Well, as far as men were concerned anyway. When they were thinking with their cocks, they didn't tend to be able to use their brains too well ( ... )

rar_npc2 May 28 2009, 10:52:50 UTC

Fergus crossed his arms as the woman crossed the room, not sitting down. Course she wouldn't feel like she had to. Wouldn't feel like she owed him that much respect. Finally, she did sit down, and he yanked himself up straighter instinctively.

"Nobody was wantin' ta interview me last time I was in 'ere," Fergus said suspiciously; it had for a lesser crime, sure, but he was having trouble thinking anyone actually wanted to hear his side of the story. "Won't change nuffin', yeah?"

Maybe the Ministry'd just use this as another stick to crack him over the head with. Still. Probably wasn't hurting him any more than it would help. "Just sellin' papers, more like," he said churlishly, but he eyed her. Did that many people want to read about him? "Still, ain't every day birds like you pay attention ta me. Go ahead."

rar_rita May 28 2009, 18:59:29 UTC

He straightened when she sat down, and he was big. Much bigger than her. She found herself looking up at his face even though they were sitting down ( ... )

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