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RP: Let me tell you about my crimes.

Dec 04, 2007 20:18

Date: July 4th, 1998
Character(s): Fenrir Greyback, Auror (NPC)
Location: Azkaban Prison
Status: Private
Summary: A friendly interrogation.
Completion: Incomplete

( There's so much more I could have done if they'd let me! )

july 1998, fenrir greyback, place: azkaban, npc: aurors

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rar_npc December 5 2007, 02:05:54 UTC

Brian Wallace walked briskly toward the cell. He didn't like interrogations, and further didn't like werewolves in general and ones that were also sociopaths in particular; the news that today he would need to deal with Greyback had ruined his morning and put him off lunch. And now, he was in a bad, bad mood. He wanted to get this over with.

"We could restrain him," the guard offered.

Wallace smiled tightly. "That won't be necessary." He kept his hand on his wand and moved to where he could see into the cell, then once he had determined no hidden threat, signaled for the guard to open the door. Perhaps Greyback would rush him. It would certainly improve his day; he was authorized to use lethal force if it were required, and his definition of required, in this case, involved a noteworthily low threshhold.

rar_fenrir December 5 2007, 02:13:56 UTC

An Auror. A pissed off Auror in his cell. Fenrir felt like dancing. It was like Christmas had come early for him.

He sat on the end of his bed and watched the man walk into his cell. Oh how easy it would be, how deliciously simple, to sink his fangs into that pulsing neck. He could see the shock and horror on the man's face in his mind as he ripped his throat out, crimson blood gushing over them in waves. He licked his lips.

"Welcome to my ever so humble abode. I'd offer you a drink, but I'm afraid the refreshments are rather lacking," he hissed. "Tell me, to what do I owe the great pleasure of your company?"

rar_npc December 5 2007, 02:21:51 UTC

Wallace didn't relax his wand hand as he crossed away from the door, though he presented as casual a stance as he could muster. It gave Greyback two places to charge toward, two temptations, if he offered the open door as well as his own person, and that only increased the likelihood of a tragic accident.

"Refreshments would be both inappropriate and a surprise," he said. "I'm here to ...speak with you regarding your role in the events of the past year." He bit down on the impulse to comment on speech being a peculiarly human capacity, and waited.

rar_fenrir December 5 2007, 02:36:25 UTC

Fenrir watched the Auror cross the cell, and held back a smirk.

"And what would you like to know about my role?" Fenrir sneered. "I never took the Dark Mark, so I guess I'm not a Death Eater. Would you like to know about the tasty Muggles I found in a farmhouse near Surrey? They had a little girl. Her name was Annabelle. She wore her hair in pigtails. Cutest little thing," he said softly, watching the Auror's face.

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