In the Dark [OPEN]
Dec 11, 2012 22:04:09 GMT 10
Post by Professor Redfern on Dec 11, 2012 22:04:09 GMT 10
The sewer was dimly lit by the glow of Redfern's wand. The concrete tunnel was covered in grime from years of wear, tear and sewerage. Why the town was built here, he'll never know. If others knew they would be seen as filth, scum, and, for a group wanting to be seen as pure, being found like this would be very damaging to their reputation.
None the less, the need for secrecy was important. If the Ministry of Magic knew about them, knew their plans, then their vision of purity would never become a reality. Spells and magic was one thing but hiding in the last place the traitors expected to look seemed to have been working all these years.
There was a faint squeak and a splashing noise as a mouse scuttled away from the Professors feet. Disgusting, simply disgusting. He thought to himself, taking in his surroundings. It always angered him to visit the sewers. He was outraged that he had to hide in such a revolting place. It made him impatient. What was his brother waiting for?
Of course he knew the answer. Glanmore always said, "Patience is the key. Careful planning and opportune moment is vital to our success."
Marcas always thought he was a fool. The longer the wait, the more likely they were to be found. From time to time Marcas considered forgetting his brother and taking his most promising recruits on a mission to the Ministry but the threat of discovery, capture and Azkaban made him hesitant.
The town should be around here somewhere...
The town was a famous haven for dark witches wizards on the run and a hot spot for stolen or forbidden objects. Professor Redfern occasionally had to drop by for school supplies.
Today he had other reasons to be here.
His brother had contacted him just that morning. Glanmore wanted an update on the students. It was Marcas' best guess that with the Ministry falling to pieces over You-Know-Who, Glanmore thought now was the perfect time to launch an attack.
He's a fool. Marcas thought to himself. The Ministry would be on high alert right now. When Glanmore failed Marcas knew he would take his place. What he didn't want to see is Glanmore launching a suicide mission with his most promising students. He'd never admit it to anyone but he had a fondness for most of the students that passed through Agrona and it would be a shame to be used and thrown in Azkaban when there could be another way.
Later...
Glanmore hadn't revealed much to Marcas, not verbally anyway. Without meaning to, Glanmore had confirmed Marcas' suspicions. For once Marcas agreed with Glanmore, Patience was important, timing was everything, and he didn't want everything they'd worked for to go to waste. He needed something, anything, that could convince his brother that now was not the time to go gallivanting about the Ministry.
Professor thought hard about this, taking a seat on an old, mouldy chair that looked near the end of it's life span and beside a dodgy looking pedlar who was eyeing the silver ring Marcas wore on his right hand.
There has to be some way...
None the less, the need for secrecy was important. If the Ministry of Magic knew about them, knew their plans, then their vision of purity would never become a reality. Spells and magic was one thing but hiding in the last place the traitors expected to look seemed to have been working all these years.
There was a faint squeak and a splashing noise as a mouse scuttled away from the Professors feet. Disgusting, simply disgusting. He thought to himself, taking in his surroundings. It always angered him to visit the sewers. He was outraged that he had to hide in such a revolting place. It made him impatient. What was his brother waiting for?
Of course he knew the answer. Glanmore always said, "Patience is the key. Careful planning and opportune moment is vital to our success."
Marcas always thought he was a fool. The longer the wait, the more likely they were to be found. From time to time Marcas considered forgetting his brother and taking his most promising recruits on a mission to the Ministry but the threat of discovery, capture and Azkaban made him hesitant.
The town should be around here somewhere...
The town was a famous haven for dark witches wizards on the run and a hot spot for stolen or forbidden objects. Professor Redfern occasionally had to drop by for school supplies.
Today he had other reasons to be here.
His brother had contacted him just that morning. Glanmore wanted an update on the students. It was Marcas' best guess that with the Ministry falling to pieces over You-Know-Who, Glanmore thought now was the perfect time to launch an attack.
He's a fool. Marcas thought to himself. The Ministry would be on high alert right now. When Glanmore failed Marcas knew he would take his place. What he didn't want to see is Glanmore launching a suicide mission with his most promising students. He'd never admit it to anyone but he had a fondness for most of the students that passed through Agrona and it would be a shame to be used and thrown in Azkaban when there could be another way.
Later...
Glanmore hadn't revealed much to Marcas, not verbally anyway. Without meaning to, Glanmore had confirmed Marcas' suspicions. For once Marcas agreed with Glanmore, Patience was important, timing was everything, and he didn't want everything they'd worked for to go to waste. He needed something, anything, that could convince his brother that now was not the time to go gallivanting about the Ministry.
Professor thought hard about this, taking a seat on an old, mouldy chair that looked near the end of it's life span and beside a dodgy looking pedlar who was eyeing the silver ring Marcas wore on his right hand.
There has to be some way...