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Post by Erasmus Craven on Dec 22, 2006 12:42:06 GMT -5
Erasmus walked into a seedy pub in Knockturn Alley, he was cleverly disguised, he was still his same height and weight, but his Hair was white and his face held age. Most too stupid to realize the own problems in their lives, would also fail to notice who he really was. He walked over to the bar and asked.
"The Green Dragon, If'd you'd be so kind."
The bartender raised a brow and took a small glass from his counter, he lined it with gin and set a sliver slotted spoon over the glass, placing a sugar cube on it. He turned and grabbed a dark green bottle, shaped like an elegant dragon's head, twined with a fairy. He poured the green liquor over the cube and it nearly melted, then he lit it briefly aflame.
"There you are, The Green Dragon." he said as he removed his sliver spoon and dropped a mother of pearl spoon into the drink and gently pushed it toward Erasmus.
"Good Man." he said and took his drink and walked to the nearest rook in the place, Greta would be by soon, then they could improve their standing with the current situation was.
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Post by Greta Weiss on Dec 22, 2006 13:17:07 GMT -5
Greta dressed in a dark mourning robe, Her Blond sculpted curls were brought back behind her head and she donned a stylish hat with a short veil, she went to the bar and ordered her drink and spotted Erasmus in the high booth, taking slow sips from his glass.
"Hello, does that help you to mourn?" she asked and he nodded slowly, she slid next to him and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.
"Very distinguished Erasmus..." she said moving a gloved hand to brush away her kiss.
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Post by Erasmus Craven on Dec 22, 2006 14:16:57 GMT -5
Erasmus smiled as he watched a green veiled fairy dance on the edge of his glass, "Yes, clever I thought." he said taking a small sip of his drink causing the fairy to flash green before his eyes and then continue dancing as he set it back down. "So tell me what troubles you dearest...Are there 'ghosts' that haven't rested?" he asked placing a hand over hers.
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Post by Claudia Morley on Dec 22, 2006 14:47:15 GMT -5
Claudia walked into the dark pub and up to the bar. "I'll have a brandy," she said. "And make it quick. None of that watered-down battery acid, either." When the bartender handed her the drink, she took it and took a small, elegant sip. Dropping a coin carelessly on the bartop, she turned with the glass in her hand and looked around dispassionately. After a moment, she spotted Erasmus and Greta sitting at a table in the corner. She casually strolled over to them. "Well, well, so you two have come out of the Ministry for a change..." She commented. "Any dark plans afoot?"
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Post by Erasmus Craven on Dec 22, 2006 15:06:01 GMT -5
"There are a few people that claim to be dead" Said Erasmus,"We needed to speak with you...because maybe you'd know who they are...or were." he said finishing his drink and setting the empty glass down and the fairy died in the bottom of his empty glass.
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Post by Greta Weiss on Dec 22, 2006 16:39:50 GMT -5
"Never Mind Erasmus now Darling, the Green Dragon has that effect on anyone who'd drink it, Erasmus happens to be fond of the feeling, chasing the Dragon. I suspect that man I killed isn't dead...I know he thinks Erasmus is the one that intended his life... but it was I...we worked together to get those nosy busybodies out...but I don't think he fell threw the veil as I once thought." said Greta taking a drink from her glass.
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Post by Claudia Morley on Dec 23, 2006 23:31:16 GMT -5
Claudia took a sip of her brandy, which was typically awful for a little hole-in-the-wall place as this. She made a face and set the glass down on the table. "Well, that was awfully clumsy of you," she said, smirking. "Pushing a guy through the veil? You should have just hit him with the killing curse. At least then you'd know for sure he was dead."
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Post by Greta Weiss on Dec 24, 2006 15:22:38 GMT -5
"There is danger in a pattern...You yourself haven't...Oh do forgive me, Your Husbands all didn't die in the same tragic way..." Said Greta placing a hand to her chest as she fluttered her eyes at Claudia. "Surely you don't think you've escaped suspicion because of your pretty face now do you?" she added her eyes narrowing.
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Post by Claudia Morley on Dec 28, 2006 23:53:51 GMT -5
"Well, actually, I simply used different methods because it was more fun that way," Claudia replied smugly. "I escaped charges because I seduced each of the investigating Aurors until they forgot what they were doing. I may loathe tears, but a few well-placed sniffles go a long way toward softening a foolish man's heart." She took another sip of brandy and looked seriously at Greta. "Really, you should have tried distracting your victim a little better. And always make absolutely certain they're dead before you leave the scene. My third husband Harold didn't die right away from the poisonous mushroom he 'accidentally' ingested... he was simply comatose. I had to give him more to ensure his heart would stop. To put him out of his misery, of course," she added in a voice thick with sarcasm.
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Post by Greta Weiss on Jan 13, 2007 17:04:47 GMT -5
"Sadist and beautiful, well, what you lack in mental agility, you make up for in sheer twisted pleasure." Greta said with a smile as Erasmus stirred from his stupor.
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Post by Claudia Morley on Jan 18, 2007 10:34:58 GMT -5
"I'll have you know I have as much mental agility, as you call it, as you do," Claudia said sharply, taking a quick gulp from her glass. "Maybe more so, since all of the people I killed have managed to stay dead! Tell me, have you any idea how you're going to clean up your little mess?"
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