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Post by Blake Malfoy on Jun 27, 2009 23:52:56 GMT -5
Blake was enjoying his breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon when the morning paper arrived by owl. He smiled to himself, expecting to open the paper and read that Riley Neves was finally dead. Lyle had owled him last night to tell him that the deed was "taken care of," and Blake naturally assumed that this meant that Riley was dead. So he casually removed the paper from the owl and paid it the two sickles, then set the still-folded paper down on the table while he fixed his coffee the way he liked it--black, with one and a half teaspoons of sugar. He took a bite of bacon, then washed it down with a sip of coffee as he picked up the paper and prepared to read it. But the headline that practically screamed at him from the page in front of him caused him to spit out his coffee in fury. AUROR SAFE AFTER BOTCHED MURDER ATTEMPT
Imperius Curse Suspected After Attack inside Ministry Blake was livid as he read the article by Paige Owen, which declared that an unnamed Ministry Official had burst into the Auror office and attempted to kill Riley Neves, only to have her blocked by a fellow auror and the attacked brought down and Stunned without doing any damage. Barely able to contain his anger, he abandoned his breakfast (all except the coffee and bacon, which he brought with him) and went straight to his study to arrange another meeting with Inophen. The last meeting. The message was short and to the point: L-
Meet me now. Urgent.
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Post by Lyle Inophen on Jun 29, 2009 14:14:17 GMT -5
Lyle was also sitting down to a nice breakfast, as made by his wife, feeling rather satisfied and pleased with himself. There was one less thing to worry about with the Auror gone. The sick part of him wished her could have been there to see the look in her eyes when it was someone she trusted who turned on her. That look of hurt in her eyes must have been priceless, even though it would have only lasted mere seconds before she was killed.
In the middle of the Ministry, he wondered if someone had taken down the guy. Maybe he'd been killed too.
All of these thoughts left him with a cocky smirk on his lips, especially when the morning paper came in. He was anxious to see the headline about her death, and the details he hadn't been around to witness himself.
Paying the owl, he unfolded the paper, reading that she survived just as the note from Blake landed in his lap. He cursed, making a house elf nearby cower. The girl had more luck with Death than Lyle could fathom, and he was tempted to find her and kill her with his bare hands before seeing Lyle.
In retrospect, it would have been a smart idea to do that. He threw down his paper and was gone with a pop, apparating to his usual spot with Blake.
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Post by Blake Malfoy on Jun 29, 2009 16:13:23 GMT -5
Blake was waiting, leaning against the wall with his arms folded over his chest and an angry scowl on his face. The more he thought about it, the more angry he got. Their troubles were supposed to be over once Roland was dead. Now, even with his nephew gone, they were still in danger of being caught. By a girl. Riley was barely even 21 years old and somehow they just couldn't seem to get rid of the stupid girl. It was an outrage. Of course, if Lyle had done his job properly, everything would have been just fine.
How could he have failed to kill a girl half his age? Why did he have to get fancy and play a game with her? Instead, he'd sent a boy to do a man's job.
When Lyle arrived, Blake didn't move. He stared at Lyle with a tight-lipped smile. "Lyle. Good of you to come."
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Post by Lyle Inophen on Jun 29, 2009 17:59:55 GMT -5
Yeah.... Blake was about as pissed as Lyle figured he would be.
"It's dumb luck, Malfoy. She won't escape it next time." He didn't feel like he needed to justify himself, but that was obviously what they were both here for. Lyle didn't look terribly concerned. It was a small error that would be rectified shortly. End of story.
"I'm actually on my way to her, as soon as we finish this little chat."
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Post by Blake Malfoy on Jun 29, 2009 18:26:06 GMT -5
Blake shook his head. "No, you won't," he replied in a frigid tone. "You don't need to bother. I'll take care of it myself, as I should have done from the beginning. According to the staff at St. Mungo's, you don't have a prayer of getting to her right now, anyway. They've got a team of Aurors on guard, inspecting all visitors. And since the poor sap you tried to get to do your dirty work saw your face, now they know what you look like."
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Post by Lyle Inophen on Jun 29, 2009 19:41:54 GMT -5
"Then there's no way in Merlin's Beard that you're going to get anywhere near her either," Lyle said, his tone irritated because it seemed obvious to him. How did Blake expect to kill her if no one could get to her?
He ran a hand over his head. "There are ways to get around being recognized, Malfoy," he said. His jaw tightened, and he refrained from telling Blake that he wouldn't have been able to do any better. The girl just... she had some ridiculously good luck.
"Anyway, what's done is done. Let's en this little chat, shall we?"
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Post by Blake Malfoy on Jun 30, 2009 0:30:36 GMT -5
"I'll figure out a way," Blake said smoothly. In fact, he rather suspected that it would only be a matter of time before the girl came to him, just as Roland had. She'd been quite clear about it--she couldn't let him get away with killing Roland. Her overblown sense of vengeance would be her undoing.
Blake was even more annoyed by Lyle's utter lack of concern about the situation, as well as his failure to apologize for his mistake. And that was when he made his decision. He had been hesitant before... Lyle could still come in handy. But now, Blake realized, he was more of a liability. There was only one solution.
"Fine with me," he replied. "Why don't you run along home to your wife?"
His hand was in his pocket, and Blake had to work to suppress a smile at what was about to happen.
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Post by Lyle Inophen on Jul 1, 2009 15:19:20 GMT -5
"Right. You'll find a way." The girl was being protected like she was the queen of bloody England, and Blake really thought he could do better than Lyle had? Well, good luck to him. "Frankly, she was your problem in the first place." He was glad to have it out of his hair. And once the girl was dead, Blake and he would never need to speak again... all the better. He was sick of Malfoy's superior attitude.
"I look forward to reading that headline," he said as he turned around to head back to the alley that he apparated into. This was a safe spot, but you could never be too cautious.
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Post by Blake Malfoy on Jul 1, 2009 15:35:29 GMT -5
As Lyle turned to walk away, Blake slipped his wand out of his pocket and aimed it at the older man's back. His lips curled into a cruel smile as he said, "So do I."
He took a few long strides in the same direction as Lyle, acting as if he were about to leave, but in fact, he got closer to Lyle, so that he was just about an arm's length away. Then he fired a killing curse straight at Lyle.
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Post by Lyle Inophen on Jul 10, 2009 17:37:03 GMT -5
Lyle never saw it coming, and he turned, an annoyed look on his face as he turned to walk away. Blake could take care of his own dirty work from here. He was done with it, and he had no reason to care anymore. Even if he was annoyed that the girl was alive, it had nothing to do with him.
He never even knew the curse hit him, and his body crumpled to the ground without fanfare. His lifeless body now lay in a heap, his eyes open in an eternal surprised stare.
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Post by Blake Malfoy on Jul 10, 2009 22:17:48 GMT -5
When Inophen hit the floor, Blake smiled, showing off his gleaming white teeth. Not that there was anyone around to see them. No, Lyle was dead, and he stoood alone. The way it always should have been. It would be easier now that he did not have anyone else to hold him back. Yes, it would mean he would have to do all the work himself, but at least he could be sure that it was done right.
Blake walked toward the door, stepping over Lyle's body as he went. "Catch you later, Lyle," he said coolly.
He didn't even glance back before he apparated back home.
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