Post by Trevor Williams on Jul 23, 2012 12:30:55 GMT -8
19th December 2011
10 p.m.
Jasper's Room
Three years ago today he was at this school with the intent of harm. Only then, it had been an attack during the Yule Ball with other Death Eaters in tow. Tonight, it was a meeting of sorts with a certain Seren Weavers. She had tried to kill herself last night, and he couldn't have that. When news had reached him concerning Hogwarts slaves and some sort of suicide attempt, Trevor had been quick to research further into it and glean information using a series of owls to the school's healer under the guise of wanting to make sure the girl was helped. Oh, he wanted to ensure it but not in the way he had lead the healer to believe. She would receive therapy, but he wanted to also add his brand of insurance into the mix.
After his correspondence with Madame Nakano, he had told the school's healer to send Seren back to her master's room. It was empty, he had said, and she needed some time to herself just as much as she needed time around people. Perhaps, he had speculated, she would even feel a little more at ease being in the most familiar surroundings they could provide her while still ensuring her safety. Of course, the true reason was to make it easier for him to enter and leave at his choosing. There was a fireplace in the main common room, and while it had not previously been connected to the floo network, he had seen to it it was and without anyone's knowledge. He could use a simple spell people used when communicating via floo to make sure the room was empty and then floo in and out as needed to talk to Seren. He didn't foresee the need once his spell was in place, of course, but for now, it might be necessary.
Trevor had further instructed Madame Nakano Seren's schedule should be kept as regular as possible while still taking into regard the girl's condition. She should be monitored for fatigue and signs she might be about to breakdown and promptly pulled from her duties then. She might be a slave, he had said, but she still needed to be kept safe. She still needed to be well and of a sound mind. Slaves weren't intended to be entirely miserable, were they? Yes, it was a pacifist view which he was taking in this instance, but it was what fit best for this situation. In reality, he was indifferent toward the whole slavery aspect except for his own daughter's convictions against it. Once he had Katya and Layla back, he would attempt the reformation he had been trying to formulate since Evie had shown contempt toward it, but right now his daughters were the more pressing matter.
Maybe it was the wrong way to look at it, but honestly, what father would want to spend time on politics at a time like this? It was already frustrating he had to take care what he chose to wear, how often he was seen in public, and how he looked in public under the advice of his press secretary. He couldn't appear to be too distraught, for it would give the kidnappers power, but he had to appear distraught all the same for the public or they'd wonder. This was bull, he thought. He was a father, and his daughters had been taken. Of course he was going to be distraught if he damn well felt that way, and that was how he felt most of the time on his own. He hadn't been out in public except for the press conference and to help with various parts of the investigation since the kidnapping anyway.
Trevor sighed as he pulled out the chair at Jasper's writing desk and oriented it to face the door. He then plopped down and waited, his wand out and at the ready. Any moment now, Seren's duties for the day plus her first therapy session would be over.