Post by Fierro Darque on Mar 11, 2010 16:04:15 GMT -8
"Aye, yeah...much more when Voldemort was here...We were constantly out on business, finding things for him, basking in his glory, heh." Fierro's head started to feel fuzzier than he was used to, but he was still not drunk out of his mind. Even still, his words started to run together, a little sloppier in his speech than the usual 'tipsy' mode. "It's sad to say that I think about those days and wish they would return." Fierro
"But wha'd you to to tick the big guy off? Steal his coffee mug? Transfigure his office?..." Fierro laughed here, finding the images of swiping a cheap ceramic "Number One Lord" mug from his desk or transfiguring his office into some wild creature, very amusing.
"--I mean traitor is kinda harsh eh...it's not like you tried to kill him or anything. Besides I can at least sort of sympathize with being deemed usless...sometimes I think he wants me on this farce of a task so I....." Then he narrowed his eyes. Fierro wasn't that drunk. He made note of the sudden stop in Teague's speech, a declaration of some sort. It was as if he just faded out in mid thought. I suppose I could bring that up at a later time.
"Well, when you've had a long time to mull things over, like I have, you get to know the fact that you aren't going to get credited for things you've done very well." Did he make some sense? Maybe. Was he finding this Teague fellow interesting? Quite. "Such is my life."
"Minister and Tracker failures...heh. Fine pair indeed." Fierro raised his empty glass and tipped it backward, hoping he would get a couple of drops out of it. "Tracking...huh...How do I know you weren't just sent here to track little ol' me?" Fierro shifted the conversation now, albeit unknowingly. There was that funny thing about being drunk: not thinking before you spoke.
"But wha'd you to to tick the big guy off? Steal his coffee mug? Transfigure his office?..." Fierro laughed here, finding the images of swiping a cheap ceramic "Number One Lord" mug from his desk or transfiguring his office into some wild creature, very amusing.
"--I mean traitor is kinda harsh eh...it's not like you tried to kill him or anything. Besides I can at least sort of sympathize with being deemed usless...sometimes I think he wants me on this farce of a task so I....." Then he narrowed his eyes. Fierro wasn't that drunk. He made note of the sudden stop in Teague's speech, a declaration of some sort. It was as if he just faded out in mid thought. I suppose I could bring that up at a later time.
"Well, when you've had a long time to mull things over, like I have, you get to know the fact that you aren't going to get credited for things you've done very well." Did he make some sense? Maybe. Was he finding this Teague fellow interesting? Quite. "Such is my life."
"Minister and Tracker failures...heh. Fine pair indeed." Fierro raised his empty glass and tipped it backward, hoping he would get a couple of drops out of it. "Tracking...huh...How do I know you weren't just sent here to track little ol' me?" Fierro shifted the conversation now, albeit unknowingly. There was that funny thing about being drunk: not thinking before you spoke.