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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 23, 2006 23:00:23 GMT -5
Vincent stood at the bar, disguised as the old, fat bartender. He was hoping Voltaire would check in today; he had some things to discuss with him.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 23, 2006 23:04:53 GMT -5
Voltaire Dragged his tried body to the Hogs Head. His emotions were still reeking havok on his system, that and hearing his 13 year old cousin was dating a boy two years Older than her made his stomach give a weird twist.
"Hello there Mr. Corrigan, How are you doing? I do hope your well."
he said very sarcasticly. His mood wasn't the best for small talk.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 24, 2006 18:20:10 GMT -5
Vincent raised his eyebrow at Voltaire. "Well, what's your problem tonight? In need of some cheap liquor?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 24, 2006 18:27:01 GMT -5
" I don't do anything Cheap, son." He said letting disgust creep into his voice.
"My systems Reelin' I've found not a hair nor anything else to even HINT that the dark lord has anything in mind. I've run ragged and i think i just might go to knockturn alley and see if can shake any spooks out from thoes dirty sheets, if you know what i mean." he said while walking to the bar, which he then leaned on and cracked his neck with an audible Pop sound.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 24, 2006 18:38:19 GMT -5
"Then the Hog's Head probably isn't the place for you," Vincent commented. "Listen, I haven't heard much, either, but I do have a lead on the Death Eater at Hogwarts. If you'd like to investigate, I could give you the details." He set down the glass he'd been polishing and poured Voltaire a glass of port. "I'm betting this is your drink," he said. "So, where's your crappy little buddy?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 24, 2006 18:41:21 GMT -5
"Probably still nursing his black lip." Voltaire felt a mean smile break across his face. "What do you have on this Deatheater? Gender? name? Personal sense of style?" he said feeling snide.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 24, 2006 18:44:29 GMT -5
Vincent chuckled. "Yeah, I got the feeling you two didn't quite get along. To be honest, I don't really like the look of him. He looks like trouble." Vincent leaned in. "Have you heard of a woman named Laitia Kirak?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 24, 2006 18:58:35 GMT -5
"Ah, i do think I've heard of her, prone to making crazy plots." he said taking a sip of port. he savored it as it slid down his throat
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 24, 2006 19:03:23 GMT -5
"Well, she's the kidnapped girl's godmother. The girl's sister, Lucie, is convinced Laitia did it. I just need to find proof, which it hard to find these days. Think you can come up with something?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 24, 2006 19:34:43 GMT -5
"Hmmm" he said into his drink, putting it down he looked at him and said "I could talk to my contact. They might be able to point me in the right direction.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 24, 2006 23:56:22 GMT -5
"OK, that would be great," Vincent said. "Who's your contact, by the way? If you don't mind, that is."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 25, 2006 1:29:36 GMT -5
"Ah, that my friend is purely Confidental as of the moment." he said grinning and taking another swallow of port.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 25, 2006 21:34:36 GMT -5
Vincent nodded. "OK, I understand. If your contact thinks you're betraying their trust, they'll cut you out. That make sense." Vincent frowned. "I still don't like that we haven't heard anything of his plans yet. We should have got a hint of something by now. Keep an ear out, will ya? Let me know if you hear the slightest rumor."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 25, 2006 21:41:19 GMT -5
"I just might stalk about knockturn alley. Hogwarts has been quiet, there hasn't been a potions explosion even! i swear i got into more scrapes as a kid than some of these!" he said taking another slow drink, he liked the way the sweetness of it stuck to his tongue.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 25, 2006 21:45:49 GMT -5
As the door to the bar opened, Vincent looked up and saw a tall, dark-haired woman in a perfectly tailored green robe enter. Vincent recognized her as the woman who had chased away the Death Eaters when the Wright girl had been kidnapped. "Say, Voltaire, do you know that woman?" he asked.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 25, 2006 21:50:28 GMT -5
Isabella kept her face a careful mask as she entered the bar and spotted Voltaire talking to the fat, balding bartender. Usually, she preferred the drinks and the ambiance of the Three Broomsticks, but the person she was supposed to meet had wanted to meet her. She briskly approached the bar and carefully avoided Voltaire's eyes as she addressed the bartender. "I'll have a firewhiskey," she said.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 25, 2006 21:56:34 GMT -5
Voltaire felt the wine he just drank hit something hard. He wasn't expecting to see her here! Why was she there anyway? A million and one questions ran through his brain " Any News on this Wolf you were telling me about? Where is he and what he does? i could try and come in contact with him myself" he said carefully avoiding Isa.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 25, 2006 22:08:16 GMT -5
Isabella took the firewhiskey from the bartender and downed it in one shot. "I'll have another," she said smoothly. She knew she should take her drink and sit down, but being so close to Voltaire and pretending she didn't care was strangely exciting to her.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on May 25, 2006 22:13:26 GMT -5
Vincent raised an eyebrow as he watched her swallow the Firewhiskey so quickly. "OK," he said and poured her another. He turned back to Voltaire. "Greyback's location is hard to pinpoint, until there's an attack. He hasn't attacked in a while. But he usually goes after kids. Likes to turn them while they're young. You know... there's a rumor that one of the students at Hogwarts is a werewolf."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 25, 2006 22:13:33 GMT -5
'GAH! I hate it when she drinks like that!' was the thought that broke the madden sense that was running in his head.
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