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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 17, 2007 21:38:10 GMT -5
Isabella, having brought all of her things to the empty but remodeled cabin, quickly made her way to the Hog's Head to talk to Vincent and Emily. She wanted to enlist their help in finding Conor. She was tired, yet determined, as she stepped into the pub and headed over to the bar. "Hi, Vincent," she said. "I need your help."
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Apr 17, 2007 21:51:37 GMT -5
Vincent was in the middle of pouring a drink for the fat old warlock at the other end of the bar when he heard Isabella's voice. "Hey, Isabella! I hear you had the baby! Congrat--" He stopped as he got a look at the expression on her face. "What's wrong?" he said immediately, setting down the bottle of firewhiskey and walking over to take her hand.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 17, 2007 23:30:12 GMT -5
Isabella sighed and put her hands over her face. "Vincent... the baby... he's gone. Conor is gone. Voldemort took him. I need your help."
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Apr 19, 2007 12:06:43 GMT -5
Vincent gasped. "What? Isabella, are you sure? When did it happen?" He reached across the bar and took her hands in his. "You and Voltaire must be going crazy... come on, let's go in the back and talk. Zander, can you take over out here?"
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Apr 19, 2007 20:23:26 GMT -5
Emily happened to come down the stairs, from doing a little cleaning and heard Isabella's voice. She wanted to see how she was doing, so she walked up to her and Vincent. "Hey Isabella," she said, but then noticed that something was up. Emily frowned. "What's wrong?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 19, 2007 20:32:58 GMT -5
"Hi, Emily," Isabella said tiredly. "Something terrible has happened... Conor has been kidnapped. And... I think Voltaire has left me." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Let's talk in the back. I really need your help. Both of you."
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Post by Zander Smith on Apr 20, 2007 14:05:29 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'll take care of things out here," Zander said. "Go on, you guys can talk in the back. It'll be fine." He looked at the woman who had just come in. He'd never met her before, but he could tell she was in trouble. He hoped Emily and Vincent could help.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Apr 20, 2007 15:24:21 GMT -5
Vincent walked over and took Isabella by the arm. "Come on, we'll talk. You look exhausted, Isa." He started to lead her into the back room.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Apr 20, 2007 15:32:48 GMT -5
Charles walked into the Hog's Head, hoping to find Isabella. He'd looked almost everywhere he could think of, and this was his last hope. Almost immediately, he spotted her with Vincent Corrigan, being led into the back room. He knew Corrigan would be less than thrilled to see him, but he didn't care. All he knew was that he needed to tell Isabella what he'd seen. "Isabella!" he called loudly, rushing over to her. “What’s going on? I saw Voltaire… he’s acting strange…”
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Apr 21, 2007 20:15:59 GMT -5
Vincent caught one look at Charles and let go of Isabella's arm. "You! I can't believe you'd have the nerve to show your face in here after what you did! Why, I oughta...." He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Charles.
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Apr 21, 2007 20:26:46 GMT -5
Emily caught the glance of blond hair and then saw Vincent move and quickly pull out his wand. She moved quickly infront of Vincent and put her hand on his wand hand. "Please calm down. Now is not the time for this sort of thing," she said in a calm whisper.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Apr 21, 2007 20:31:14 GMT -5
Vincent turned to stare at Emily. "But... he attacked you! He was at the attack; he hit you with that bleeding spell! He was part of it. Can you give me one good reason why I shouldn't knock him out and take him to Azkaban?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Apr 21, 2007 20:34:02 GMT -5
"Yeah, OK, I was there at the attack, and I did use that curse on her. But I didn't kill her, now did I? I was supposed to, but I didn't. And I turned on Claudia to stop the attack before anyone else was hurt. She'd have killed the lot of you if given the chance, you know it. Probably would killed me and Nathan, too, if it had come to that." Charles sighed. "Look, I'm here to help Isabella, OK? I have some information for her."
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Apr 21, 2007 20:47:35 GMT -5
Emily frowned. "I know that, but he's not here to fight," said Emily. "If he says he has some information for Isabella, then you will not hurt him. He knew that if he came here, he knew that he'd probably have the risk of running into you, but he risked it anyway and came. Just let him say what he has to, okay?"
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Apr 21, 2007 20:53:37 GMT -5
Vincent pouted. "Ah, man... Are you sure I can't hurt him? Maybe just a little bit? I mean, look at him... he deserves it. What was he thinking with that hairstyle, anyway?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Apr 21, 2007 20:54:51 GMT -5
"Hey!" Charles said, putting a hand to his hair. "What the bloody hell's wrong with my hair? And what makes you think yours is any better?"
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Apr 21, 2007 20:58:56 GMT -5
Emily stared at Vincent. "Yes, I'm sure. You will not hurt him at all," she said sternly. "Don't worry about his hair, worry more about what's on hand with Isabella, okay? And both of you, cut it out! I don't want to hear anymore about who's hair is better. We have more important things to worry about!"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 21, 2007 21:05:47 GMT -5
Isabella took a deep breath. "Thanks, Emily," she said, wiping at her face. "Vincent, I understand why you're angry, but please. If Charles knows something about my son, I need to hear it. I was actually planning to contact him next, anyway. He's my only solid contact left in the Death Eaters." She looked over at Charles. "What is it? Do you know where my son is?"
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Apr 21, 2007 21:07:19 GMT -5
Vincent sighed and put his wand away, then put his arm around Emily protectively. "Yeah, what do you know?" he said, eying Charles suspiciously.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Apr 21, 2007 21:08:40 GMT -5
Charles stared at her. "Your... son?" he repeated. "I don't know anything about him.... what happened? I came about Voltaire. I saw him earlier.... he was acting strange..."
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