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Post by Charles Mortensen on May 29, 2007 22:28:18 GMT -5
Charles left the headquarters and headed out to meet with Isabella in front of the Shrieking Shack. He was pleased with his progress so far, and hoped she had done as well as he had in her search for the locket. If he could earn the Dark Lord's trust, he might be able to get access to the area of the headquarters where the baby was being kept.
He leaned against a tree and hid in the shadows, waiting for her approach. One thing was certain, no one could see them together. It would ruin everything...
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 30, 2007 22:10:19 GMT -5
Isabella walked as quietly as she could toward the Shrieking Shack. She stopped at a tree in front of the rickety old building and looked around for a minute. Certain that no one had followed her, she whispered, "Pssst!" After a moment, she saw a blonde head peep out from behind a nearby tree. She nodded in his direction and began walking slowly into the woods, making sure he followed. Once they were completely surrounded by trees on all sides, she stopped and waited for Charles to catch up.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on May 30, 2007 22:26:03 GMT -5
Charles nearly tripped on a branch as he made his way quickly through the woods. When Isabella came to a stop, he caught up with her quickly and walked up to her, panting. "You always could move fast, Izzie," he said with a grin.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 31, 2007 21:50:00 GMT -5
Isabella shot him a grin. "Should I go back to calling you Chuckie?" she said wryly. "Come on, we don't have time to talk. Grab my hand, so we can apparate."
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Post by Charles Mortensen on May 31, 2007 22:14:03 GMT -5
"With pleasure," Charles said with a cocky grin. He reached over and took her hand, then waited for the familiar pull behind his navel. Before he even had time to enjoy the feel of her hand in his, they apparated. A few seconds later, they came to a stop and were standing in front of the empty space in the forest where she had concealed her cabin. Charles waited for her to undo the security, so he could step inside.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 31, 2007 22:22:59 GMT -5
Isabella glanced at him for a second, then carefully detached her hand from his. Without a word, she began to carefully remove the securities on the house. After the last spell, the house shimmered in front of them and she opened the door and led him inside. "Just have a seat on the couch, while I put the securities back up again," she said.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on May 31, 2007 22:26:09 GMT -5
Charles nodded and walked over to sit on the couch. While she was working her magic, he took the opportunity to look around, something he hadn't done the last time he'd been there. "I love what you've done with the place," he commented. He liked the stylish and tasteful decor that reminded him very much of her. "I don't imagine Volty had much to so with the decorating."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 2, 2007 23:35:07 GMT -5
Isabella finished the spells, then turned back to Charles. "Not so much," she admitted with a small smile. "He wanted to do the place in black." She sighed tiredly. "Do you want anything to drink or anything?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jun 2, 2007 23:45:11 GMT -5
"Don't suppose you've got a bottle of firewhiskey in there?" Charles said with a smirk.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 2, 2007 23:47:29 GMT -5
Isabella shook her head. "I haven't had a firewhiskey since I found out I was pregnant. I really could use one now, really... but we don't have any here. Besides, the way I hear it, you've been getting plenty smashed lately. I don't think you need anything right now. Charles, I need you to stay sharp, if you're going to help me."
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jun 2, 2007 23:53:48 GMT -5
Charles nodded. "I thought you'd say that." He looked at her sadly. "I've been on a self-destructive binge for a while now. I guess there's no excuse for it... but I had nothing else going on. But I'm in this, Isabella. I'm going to help you, no matter what it takes. You know I'll do anything for you."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 3, 2007 0:02:47 GMT -5
Isabella nodded quietly and poured him a glass of pumpkin juice. "I'm beginning to see that," she said, walking over and handing him the glass. As she sat down next to him on the sofa, she ran her hand through her hair. "I feel bad enough for using you to help me get my son back. But you're the only connection I've got... and so, you're my only hope. And I just want to make sure that you understand, there won't be any... benefits for you in this, if you know what I mean?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jun 3, 2007 0:06:31 GMT -5
Charles frowned. "I... I know," he said, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice. "I wasn't expecting anything. I'm doing this because... well, because a baby needs his mother." That was at least partly true.... he did believe that the child belonged with Isabella. But deep down, Charles knew that he was doing this for her, and for her alone. If some other random baby had been taken from some random woman, he wouldn't have cared a lick. But for Isabella... he would do anything. He almost hated himself for that.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 3, 2007 21:22:20 GMT -5
Isabella nodded. "Thank you, Charles. I need him, too. I feel empty inside without my baby here... I'm afraid for him every second. Where he is, what he's going through... is he being taken care of... fed, and changed..."
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jun 3, 2007 21:44:48 GMT -5
"Well, I found him," Charles said. "I haven't seen him... but I know he's at Voldemort's new headquarters. He's being kept upstairs in an out of the way area, very well protected. I don't have permission to be in that area yet... But from what I understand, he's got a nanny or something. He's being fed and taken care of."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 3, 2007 21:59:29 GMT -5
Isabella gasped and grabbed Charles by the shoulders. "So... so he's OK, then? And you can get to him? Where is the new location? Can you take me there?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jun 3, 2007 22:04:30 GMT -5
"Can't tell you where it is," Charles said, feeling slightly flushed by her hands on his shoulders. "It's Unplottable. I think there may be a spell to block me from telling the location to anyone. I can try to take you there... but not yet. I've got to earn his trust, so I can get access to the area where the baby's being kept. Also, there may be some spells to prevent intruders from entering... I'll need to be able to disarm them or something. Otherwise, he'll be alerted to your presence before you even set foot inside. Any word on that locket? If I can give him that, I can earn his favor..."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 3, 2007 22:33:49 GMT -5
Isabella hesitated. She could still feel the weight of the necklace inside her robe pocket. She still didn't know what it did, but if the thing was as evil as Natalie seemed to think it was, she was very reluctant to let Voldemort get his hands on it again. But it was too late to turn back now... "I found the locket," she said. "I... I can get it for you. Do you really think that giving it to him will be enough to gain you access to where Conor is being kept?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jun 4, 2007 22:31:14 GMT -5
Charles widened his eyes. "You found it? Already? Where is it? Voldemort said that he wanted this thing above all else, and he'll do anything to have it. The one who brings it to him will certainly become his favorite."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 6, 2007 11:17:13 GMT -5
"Well, it helps to have contacts on the good side. But to be honest, I really just stumbled upon it out of luck." She sighed. "I have it. Right here with me. But first, Charles, do you have any idea what it does or why he wants it so much? Please... I want to know that I'm not making a terrible mistake giving it back to him."
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