Post by Aether Blaine on Dec 6, 2010 22:58:43 GMT -8
July 15th, 2011
9:58 pm
Aether sat at his usual corner table, a few pieces of parchment scattered around him with a half-empty bottle of firewhisky perched in the middle. He glanced around at the filthy patrons and scowled. They were disgusting, all of them. All this time he had taken a noncommittal stance on the new government and had let himself be blind to the horrors of it all, but not anymore. It was time for action.
He was saddened by his decision to abandon his family in favor of a life of magical terrorism. Having still had no luck in finding the fabled Order of the Phoenix, the one group where he could find allies, he had gone out on his own and caused damage where he could, but it was no longer enough. Aether muttered to himself as he looked over his notes and lists of locations, people and plans of attack. Thankfully he had thought ahead and transcribed in a special ink that made the words appear to be account ledgers or love letters to someone who tried to look over his shoulder. Most of all he needed a better way to launch the attacks. Transfiguration was all well and good, but in some situations a potion or charm would have worked better.
Aether looked at a news article announcing the appointment of a new potions master at Hogwarts. If he could play his cards right he could talk his way into becoming an assistant, gaining him access not only to the ingredients he would need, but the knowledge he would need as well. He might not have contact with his family, but their name still meant something, a fact that was evident by the invitation that was sitting amongst his clutter. It was an invitation to a gala that was meant to celebrate the engagement of the children of two other prominent families that he had retrieved from his parents' owlery. The gala could be a perfect opportunity for him to cause a larger stir for his cause since any family that meant anything was going to be present.
There was just one final detail he needed to figure out as he took another shot of firewhisky. He needed to figure out how to do it all. The thought of his family actually being there never crossed his mind.
9:58 pm
Aether sat at his usual corner table, a few pieces of parchment scattered around him with a half-empty bottle of firewhisky perched in the middle. He glanced around at the filthy patrons and scowled. They were disgusting, all of them. All this time he had taken a noncommittal stance on the new government and had let himself be blind to the horrors of it all, but not anymore. It was time for action.
He was saddened by his decision to abandon his family in favor of a life of magical terrorism. Having still had no luck in finding the fabled Order of the Phoenix, the one group where he could find allies, he had gone out on his own and caused damage where he could, but it was no longer enough. Aether muttered to himself as he looked over his notes and lists of locations, people and plans of attack. Thankfully he had thought ahead and transcribed in a special ink that made the words appear to be account ledgers or love letters to someone who tried to look over his shoulder. Most of all he needed a better way to launch the attacks. Transfiguration was all well and good, but in some situations a potion or charm would have worked better.
Aether looked at a news article announcing the appointment of a new potions master at Hogwarts. If he could play his cards right he could talk his way into becoming an assistant, gaining him access not only to the ingredients he would need, but the knowledge he would need as well. He might not have contact with his family, but their name still meant something, a fact that was evident by the invitation that was sitting amongst his clutter. It was an invitation to a gala that was meant to celebrate the engagement of the children of two other prominent families that he had retrieved from his parents' owlery. The gala could be a perfect opportunity for him to cause a larger stir for his cause since any family that meant anything was going to be present.
There was just one final detail he needed to figure out as he took another shot of firewhisky. He needed to figure out how to do it all. The thought of his family actually being there never crossed his mind.