Anna stepped out into the bright London sunlight and hissed. She had been cooped up in her flat all day with the curtains shut. Griffin had started whining about an hour ago so she figured she might as well take him for a walk. Slipping on her black oversized sunglasses, Anna smiled down at the setter. "Ready for a walk boy?" With an acknowledging bark, they were off.
As they were walking Anna found her mind wandering to her recent arguement with her parents.
"We are getting impatient with you Anna, you need to choose a side. And you know which side to choose." Anna rolled her eyes at her father. "Enough daddy, I will not choose. And besides you both know I would never join the Order. That would be suicide." She heard her mother give an exasperated sigh.
Anna began to pace back and forth. "Let's pretend fo a second that I will CONSIDER joining the Death Eaters, will that get you off my back about it?" She glanced over at them. They were exchanging looks, Anna could tell they were thinking it over. "Yes if you consider it we will," her father finally answered. "Then you'll have my answer at the end of the month. Good day mum, daddy." With that she turned on her heel and left.
"What am I gonna do Griffin? The end of the month is almost here.." Anna let out a long sigh. Life was getting harder to handle, with the new promotion to editor and now her parents bothering her about joining, Anna was ready to flip.
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Post by Casey Winslow on Jan 7, 2010 17:36:53 GMT -8
It was hard to believe it was already the middle of December. It was hard to believe it was the nineteenth of December, the date that marked two years now since that fateful battle that had ignited this whole mess, the battle that had prompted him to take his family into hiding so they could finally be rid of the drama being part of the Order and a wanted part of it at that had caused them all the many years of their marriage. It was hard to believe that he was hardly any closer to freeing his wife from the grasp of a tyrant, a tyrant whose hands she had been in unwittingly for nearly two years.
Instead, now his son was hiding with the new "Order," who seemed just as incompetent as the prior, just as unwilling to do what it took at the cost of "morality" than the one that he had grown up in from the baby he was at seventeen to the adult he had been nearly two years ago at thirty. Instead, he was progressing in a relationship he probably shouldn't have with a certain Miss Kara Viridian. It felt like he was losing focus, like he was settling. He'd already given up on ever regaining the relationship he'd once held with his wife of thirteen years in favor of this new relationship and had decided merely upon freeing her from Trevor. This new development made him feel strange and uncertain just as much as it made him feel excited.
With a sigh, the man made his way down the streets of London. He was on his way to the Abby as had become usual despite the dangerous nature such an action. It seemed the one muggle place Death Eaters were willing to set foot into. Did they know there was something off about its bartender? Either way, none of it really mattered in the long run. Neither did the fact that he'd just run into some woman he barely saw. They'd forget about each other most likely by morning, but out of habit, the blue-eyed man looked at the young woman as he said, "Sorry," before moving to go on.
((Sorry it's kind of lame. I just didn't want you to have to wait any longer for a reply.))
Wrapped up in her thoughts, Anna didn't pay attention as she strode right into someone. "Sorry,"was all the man said before starting off again. Letting out an irritated hiss, she snapped. "Sorry? You almost knock me to the ground and all you have to say is sorry?" Her voice was as cold as the frigid December air. She heard a deep rumble next to her and glanced at Griffin, who was facing the man. His tail was bristling. That's never a good sign.
Adjusting her glasses, Anna turned to face the man. Truly it wasn't his fault but she was in a down right horrible mood. Her eyes widened with realization as she glaced upon his face. "You!" Anna gasped. "You're Casy Winslow. You're a fugitive!" She reached for her wand, then with sinking fear rememebered she left it in her flat. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
She remembered her parents talking about the man that stood before her. Lord Trevor had his wife, or something of that nature. He was a traitor to their cause. And worst of all he sympathized the rebels. It puzzeled her. Why was he strolling down the sreets of London? Griffin stepped in front of her. It didn't calm her nerves or panic. Without her wand they were defenseless.
(lol It's fine, just my first post anyway. Ha ha)
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Post by Casey Winslow on Jan 8, 2010 15:32:17 GMT -8
The woman's anger at being bumped into was easy enough for Casey to ignore and brush off. Annoying though it may be, he wasn't in the mood for a fight in the middle of the afternoon in the middle of London. She'd probably just had a bad day or something. In reality, he could care less. He didn't know her. However, a certain set of words caused the man to pause and look back. "You! You're Casey Winslow. You're a fugitive!" Shit. His first instinct was to take off running. After all, summoning a broom in the midst of a crowd of muggles was not going to do him a world of good. However, when he realized she had reached for a wand yet produced nothing, he abandoned thoughts of getting away. Rather, making sure word would not get out about this was now his first priority. Staying "dead" was something that he fancied.
"Yeah?" Casey replied in a "What's it to you?" manner as he began to approach her casually. If he could intimidate her at all by proximity and the lack of knowledge as to whether or not he had a wand, then he would have the upper hand. To even have a chance to pull this off, confidence was key. "And you're in the muggle world. Not quite becoming for a 'proper,' law-abiding witch such as yourself, is it?" He rose a brow. Judging by her reaction, she was either a pureblood blood purist loyal to Williams because of his shared views and willing to take care of any blood traitors such as himself or a measly half-blood who was loyal and willing to turn him in in hopes of some sort of momentary fame or personal gain. Either way, he didn't like it, but years of experience in tricking people had taught him showing that fact was unlikely to be beneficial. So, now all there was left to do was to wait and see what her reaction would be.
Anna sneered at his words. "What right do you have traitor, to judge how I live?" Griffin let out a menacing bark and attempted to launch forward, she braced herself trying to hold the snarling setter back. Anna prayed that it would keep Winslow at a distance. The last thing she needed was something to happen in front of idiotic muggles. Once again, she cursed herself for not having her wand. It was too dangerous nowadays not to have it.
Desperate fear gripped her as he stepped closer. As far as anyone knew this man was supposed to be dead. So what the hell was he doing walking around London in broad daylight? Did he have a real death wish? Anna's anxiety grew worse the closer he got. This was one of the worst situations she had ever managed to get herself in. Why oh why couldn't she have just kept her mouth shut?
She tightened her grip on Griffin's leash and pulled him back. She was strong but in the end Anna knew who would win this. As he crouched to launch himself again, Anna grabbed onto his collar. "I'm warning you, stay back!" It was a feeble attempt and she knew all it would receive was a laugh. "If I were harmed the Ministry would be here swiftly. You have no idea who you are dealing with." At the end of her little speech, the setter jumped up again. Anna could feel the pull in her shoulders. This is NOT going to end well.
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Post by Casey Winslow on Jan 10, 2010 2:21:58 GMT -8
Casey rose a brow as she said to stay back. If she really wanted that, she would have let the dog go by now, and then she told him the Ministry would be there if he harmed her. He rolled his eyes and paused for the time being where he was before deciding to address her prior charge. "And who are you to judge? I hardly see how I'm the traitor. I'm still quite loyal--to those who deserve to be in charge, not those who usurped the authority." Maybe things hadn't been perfect before the Death Eaters had taken over, but they certainly were even less perfect now. At least the Ministry had had the decency not to enslave people for their blood statuses or differing beliefs and opinions even if the lot of them had been idiots who hadn't wanted to believe any signs that Voldemort or any of his followers were possibly still around at any point. That was the only reason things had ended up this way--that and the Order had become a lot of ninnies who thought they could be the peacekeepers and maintain their desire to keep true to their morals all at once. They hadn't listened, and look at how it had all come tumbling down.
"As for my 'judgment,' I figured I'd share what they'd all think of you should they know you were out here. Once they laugh you off the face of the planet, that is. They believe I'm dead--again, the idiots. There's a body in the ground to 'prove' it. And frankly, I don't want them to question it. So, unless you find their judgment compelling enough a reason to avoid mentioning seeing me, I'm going to have to do everything to ensure you don't recall our meeting. I have important things to take care of, and then you won't see my face in these parts again. I don't care to save you all from wallowing in the mud and being brought to the slaughter. I'm done with caring. I just want my wife free. You can have your pretty little words from a dishonest, cold-hearted leader as you 'work hand-in-hand to build your paradise.'"
Anna was shocked, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. This man truly didn't care what happened. However, she did detect a trace of pain mingled in his words. It was almost enough to tug at the heart. Almost. He was right for the most part. Those in the Ministry knew where she lived and frankly Anna didn't care what they said. Besides her parents were too high ranking for any of their words to matter.
With a loud snap, Anna felt the pressure on the leash release. She gasped with horror as Griffin closed the short distance between them. "Griffin! Stop!" Out of the corner of her eye she saw muggles stopping to stare. One had her hand to her ear and was talking animatedly. Once again, she had that sinking feeling. As she attempted to stop the setter, she tripped on the broken leash. Grabbing for him, Anna missed his fur my centimeters. She looked up just as he launched himself at Winslow. "GRIFFIN!" Oh Merlin! Help me!
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Post by Casey Winslow on Jan 20, 2010 0:48:09 GMT -8
((Apologies for making you wait.))
Casey noticed the slight shock, but before he could comment on it, he spotted the dog begin to lunge. It was a split second in which he had any opportunity to decide a course of action. Apparition was nearly an instinctual reaction, but he couldn't here, he noted. Vaguely, he knew there were muggles walking around, pausing in surprise to watch. What the hell could he do? Think muggle. Muggle, muggle, muggle. The thirty-two-year-old leaped to the side, rushing behind the woman. No way was he going to risk that dog attacking him in the middle of the sidewalk or anywhere else. Casting a spell to ensure no more attacks would occur now that he was standing here behind the witch was out of the question. Muggles were standing there talking into what they referred to as their mobiles, others preparing to walk off, asking if he was alright.
Despite his racing heart, Casey gave a nonchalant shrug and wrapped an arm firmly yet comfortably around her shoulders. She wasn't getting away in the midst of the distraction. "Oh, her dog's always been a bit o' a mean one, he has. Doesn't recognize old friends. A bit senile. Come along. Let's go fetch ol' Griff and get on home." Would help if he knew her name, but hey, he didn't, and really, it didn't matter. The person began to move along, but Casey didn't let go of her. Instead, he began to walk, hoping she'd go with him. "Now, we have to settle this. I'd like it to be quick and simple, civil, because hey, I don't want to be mauled by a dog or pestered for nights on end by some bloody Death Eater because somebody reported me alive. So, what'll it be? How will we settle this?"
Anna knew she was stuck now. There was no backing out, she had no choice but to play along. If she tried to get out of his grasp it would raise even more questions. She smiled reassuringly at the muggles. "I'm afraid he's right. Poor thing can't tell friend from foe anymore." She let out a chuckle. "Griffin, come along boy." He snarled at the man but she grabbed his collar firmly. Before anything else could happen. The big setter seemed to relax a little at Anna's touch. "Let's go to my place. It's right over there." She pointed at her building.
"Now, we have to settle this. I'd like it to be quick and simple, civil, because hey, I don't want to be mauled by a dog or pestered for nights on end by some bloody Death Eater because somebody reported me alive. So, what'll it be? How will we settle this?" She raised an eyebrow at Winslow, before looking around. "This isn't the smartest place to discuss this." She knew he would most likely protest but Anna was right. Talking about the Death Eaters on the street were one could be over heard was a surefire way to be caught.
Anna was also certain that her parents had someone watching her at all times. Which is why she generally Apparated everywhere. The only reason she didn't today was her bloody dog. Oh if only he had slept longer, all of this could've of been avoided.
((It's fine. No need to appologize I haven't really been able to check much anyway...))
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Post by Casey Winslow on Jan 24, 2010 21:50:15 GMT -8
"Fair enough," was Casey's simple response, "but before we 'disappear' to my apartment, why don't you tell me with whom I have the 'honor' of deliberating?" Though he said it as though following mere rules of politeness, there was a small hint of derisiveness hidden in the tone. There was little true respect he held for anyone currently living in and/or associating with the wizarding world at the current time even if they were part of one of those so-called resistance groups out there who seemed to hardly be living up to their purposes. He doubted security was that grand yet in some places where it was government yet still necessarily open to the public.
Honestly, this was not how he had planned on spending his day. Far from it! Rather than spending the day "in memorium" of the fateful day that had quickly lead to the destruction of his family by drinking over at the Abby, he was now to spend it trying to glean information on the wizarding world from this girl and then wiping her memory of their meeting before depositing her somewhere safe enough for her to wake up. First order of business, however, once they got to his place? That'd be to either use Petrificus Totalus or a spell to knock the dog unconscious--whichever would make his reluctant companion most happy.
Hopefully this young woman would make it easy on him to get her to his apartment. It wasn't as though he had displayed any real form of violence or aggression to her, right? Just an intimidation technique that the dog had not taken well to. But he didn't see any of this permanently going easy for him even if she did simply allow him to take her off. After all, most people valued their mind over most other things, and not everyone knew how to do spells correctly, so it'd be natural to fear. Maybe he should think of a more neutral yet secure place...but where?
She stopped abruptly and raised an eyebrow at him. "I said my flat. Not yours." She jerked her thumb at the building across from them. "And as for who you're 'deliberating' with, I'm Anna and no I am not a Death Eater." Just considering it. She held her head a bit higher and began to walk towards her building.
Griffin gave Winslow a quick stare down before quickly following his mistress. Anna paused and looked back, "Trust me...my place will most likely be safer." She set off again not bothering to check if he was following her.
((Sorry if it sucks...new semester just started today..bleh))
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Post by Casey Winslow on Jan 25, 2010 23:13:43 GMT -8
((I understand how that goes. No worries!))
Casey couldn't help but roll his eyes as this girl, Anna, told him her place would be safer. Ha! To her, perhaps, but not to him. He was not willing to trust her to not have a band of Death Eaters in there or family on Trevor's side randomly stopping by even if she had not invited him. If she knew anything of why he was wanted (his treachery to the Death Eaters and his former avid alliance with the Order of the Phoenix) and truly was not a Death Eater herself, she would know there was nothing to fear at his apartment when it was in a muggle area, especially since he'd never been truly allied with the villains who now ran the wizarding world. His former alliance and association, which no one else knew as former save Kara, was not so deadly.
"How do you figure?" Casey demanded in as neutral a tone as she could manage, following her simply to make sure she did not get away. He wanted her to defend her belief before he just gave in, though it was probably a waste of time. He'd probably end up suggesting a neutral spot where neither of them felt entirely uncomfortable--the Abby, perhaps. All sorts of people came there, but he knew Liam would allow him the use of the store room if he requested it. He knew he was Kara's friend or beau--whichever Kara had presented him as. But Death Eaters, fugitives, and muggles alike frequented the place, all seemingly unaware or unconcerned with the identity of their fellow patrons. Yes, he'd suggest it, if she couldn't adequately defend herself.
She turned around. Anna knew why he would be apprehensive. These were dangerous times, but he was suppose to be dead anyway. Know one would look for him in her apartment. Why would they? An editor of Witch Weekly harboring a previously thought dead fugitive, her parents both Death Eaters loyal to Trevor. She shuddered at the thought, but her apartment was safer. Only she and her parents knew Anna lived alone so that was a plus.
"Look no one knows I don't live at home anymore. And I've cast spells to make sure no one can Apparate into my flat. I'm not stupid, it's too dangerous not to have one's living space unprotected." She glanced down at Griffin, he had seemed to relax a lot but the meer presence of the man had him still on edge. She wished this was over with. Although maybe they could help each other out.
Anna peered back at him. "Well? Is that satisfactory or not?"
Post by Casey Winslow on Jan 30, 2010 22:15:04 GMT -8
"I'm not stupid either," Casey thought to himself, but he didn't say anything of that nature. It would sound defensive and not glean him any results he desired. "Well, clearly someone knows, Anna. Your mum or your dad, possibly both, no?" he chose to respond instead. "And this person or these people may choose to call on you without warning. If they suspect anything is up even if I hide, they may try to search, and if they find me, it's over. I can't risk anyone else finding out I'm alive. There was a reason Trevor wanted my son, daughter, and me dead--so no one would come looking for my wife to take her back." He sighed, waving it off. That tangent was best left for another time. It wasn't like he needed or desired to tell this young woman his life's story.
"Regardless, I believe we should find a more neutral place to talk. A park, the corner table in a nearly empty cafe...I don't care. I just know that you don't want to go to my place nor I yours, most likely for similar reasons, so there's no point in arguing why yours is better than mine." That was all that needed to be said, and hopefully Anna would not argue this point or they would get nowhere, and he would likely have to resort to drastic measures, which clearly wasn't what he wished to do or he would have taken the steps already.
Anna sighed. She knew he was right. Although she highly doubted that anyone would stop by, it was probably better that they go somewhere neutral. Then she looked down at Griffin. What was she gonna do with him? If they went to the park that was fine but to be honest she thought it be if he wasn't around.
"Somewhere neutral then. But what of the dog? I don't want him around if something goes amiss, most likely he would just make the situation worse." Anna considered her options again. She knew Winslow wouldn't just run off if she had to run Griffin up to her flat. No, he had to much at stake. She knew he wouldn't just leave knowing he was alive.
Then a sudden thought occurred to her. One she hadn't previously possessed. He didn't plan on leaving her knowing he was alive, no he would need to wipe her memory. Shit... Fear gripped her once more, although this time she hide it. No point in letting him know she knew what he was planning. Anna cursed herself inwardly for not realizing it sooner.
She glanced around. There was a little cafe she sometimes stopped at when she walked Griffin. They could stop there, the owner of the place loved the big old setter. That's where they would go. "There's a little cafe not far from here. It's generally empty this time of day."
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