Post by Jonathan Partridge on Nov 12, 2009 11:37:27 GMT -8
21 December, 2010
Around 12:30pm
It was Jonathan's second day back in town after a much needed sabbatical, and he was less than happy. The news of Damien Noland's capture had spread faster than he thought, and he could hear the chattering of citizens, supporters of Williams' ridiculous regime, saying that it wasn't going to be long until the Order would fall, crumble to the nothing beyond what it had already become. He had to ignore it and pass by, give nothing more than a grin to those he passed, in hopes that his face wasn't plastered all over the bounty boards, and memorized by those who were true and complete loyals.
Yes, he was in danger walking around without his polyjuice disguise, but he absolutely hated drinking that blasted concoction, and only wanted to drink it if necessary. Lisovyk Mariska's was his destination point, an Order friendly store, a place he assumed would be safe. He had only heard of the part-veela shopkeeper and the fact that she was incredibly kind, and at least that part was comforting. But he hated that he had to visit her shop at all. He hadn't needed a new wand since the first day he started at the wizarding school. The reason why he was less than happy was because a few days before, while he was staying in Sydney, he received a package in the mail with his Willow wood wand, specially made with the Leprechaun hair core, snapped in four pieces. Thanks to: Drusilla.
That bitch. Mere thought of her name made a bitter taste in his mouth. He was so pissed off that she'd kept his wand all this time after the divorce a couple years ago, and sent it to him this way. This behavior was just the tip of the iceberg. She was conniving, she was evil, pure evil. That's what he deserved for marrying a Death Eater. But he loved her so much, and he even missed her sometimes, and it made him even more angry.
He rang the bell for service. He just wanted to pay for his wand, pick it up, and get back to the safehouse. That's all. Even after 'Lana insisted to accompany him into town, he refused. Jonathan didn't like traveling with others, no matter how unsafe it was for the fugitives to be out and about, especially at high noon. He wanted his wand, and to get out of there, no dilly-dallying. He would show them. He would prove to the Order and the rest of the fugitives that there was no real reason to hide.
Around 12:30pm
It was Jonathan's second day back in town after a much needed sabbatical, and he was less than happy. The news of Damien Noland's capture had spread faster than he thought, and he could hear the chattering of citizens, supporters of Williams' ridiculous regime, saying that it wasn't going to be long until the Order would fall, crumble to the nothing beyond what it had already become. He had to ignore it and pass by, give nothing more than a grin to those he passed, in hopes that his face wasn't plastered all over the bounty boards, and memorized by those who were true and complete loyals.
Yes, he was in danger walking around without his polyjuice disguise, but he absolutely hated drinking that blasted concoction, and only wanted to drink it if necessary. Lisovyk Mariska's was his destination point, an Order friendly store, a place he assumed would be safe. He had only heard of the part-veela shopkeeper and the fact that she was incredibly kind, and at least that part was comforting. But he hated that he had to visit her shop at all. He hadn't needed a new wand since the first day he started at the wizarding school. The reason why he was less than happy was because a few days before, while he was staying in Sydney, he received a package in the mail with his Willow wood wand, specially made with the Leprechaun hair core, snapped in four pieces. Thanks to: Drusilla.
That bitch. Mere thought of her name made a bitter taste in his mouth. He was so pissed off that she'd kept his wand all this time after the divorce a couple years ago, and sent it to him this way. This behavior was just the tip of the iceberg. She was conniving, she was evil, pure evil. That's what he deserved for marrying a Death Eater. But he loved her so much, and he even missed her sometimes, and it made him even more angry.
He rang the bell for service. He just wanted to pay for his wand, pick it up, and get back to the safehouse. That's all. Even after 'Lana insisted to accompany him into town, he refused. Jonathan didn't like traveling with others, no matter how unsafe it was for the fugitives to be out and about, especially at high noon. He wanted his wand, and to get out of there, no dilly-dallying. He would show them. He would prove to the Order and the rest of the fugitives that there was no real reason to hide.