Post by Trevor Williams on Aug 9, 2010 10:07:52 GMT -8
The idea of a woman's voice coming from his mouth was weird to imagine, but it was what he heard just now when Delia spoke. Trevor smiled politely even if she probably couldn't see it because of the hood and nodded. "Of course," he replied. "My mistake." There was no shame in admitting to a mistake in this instance. After all, there were at least half a dozen of him running about, and it wasn't as though he could label them. Gray or white lettering on their robes saying "Chase, Delia, etc." wouldn't quite do. The enemy wasn't dumb enough to still be confused if he did something so obvious as that unless they thought he was being cheeky and perhaps labeled them wrong on purpose to get one to take a chance.
Trevor paused a moment to look over the crowd, scanning for faces that they had posters of all over town and hanging on walls in places like Azkaban, Puxley, and the Ministry, but he didn't. It wasn't surprising. Most of the idiots were probably polyjuiced as someone other than themselves or hooded or somewhere so deep in the crowd near a group of nobodies that they wouldn't be noticed. "How many do you think dared show?" he thought aloud. Surely more than the Order had shown up. SAVIOR and other resistance groups would see this as a chance to cause a ruckus through a demonstration as well, but they were prepared. Imperium Guard in uniform and in plain clothes walked the area and his Death Eaters had been instructed in a meeting last night what to look out for and what to do once the expected battle began. The goal was to capture most opposition, kill those who wouldn't come easily enough, and memorize the faces of those who got away. Hopefully they could do this as swiftly as possible. Loss of control or being overpowered was not good for the image of the regime, after all.