Post by Trevor Williams on Feb 8, 2011 0:36:11 GMT -8
August 14, 2011
1:22 p.m.
Tactics were of great importance in certain scenarios, and the current one was no different than any other. He had been told two weeks ago of a certain slave girl's prophecy by none other than his faithful little spy; however, he had waited to act upon it. Some might view it simply as the man had too much on his plate between working on re-securing Azkaban, keeping tabs on activity near or around the borders (which had been further secured) following the raid of the safe house, and his children, but for Trevor, waiting had been a choice. After all, if he came to her too soon after her little "seizure," then it would be suspicious. Putting it off to a random time at a random distance from the so-called episode made it far less suspicious. After all, who would wait this long to act on such a prophecy that had to do with the downfall of one's own way of life?
So it was that early in the afternoon he happened to find himself with some "spare time" between meetings and thought it a splendid idea to attend to this little matter of business. He barely said a word to Sienna as he passed by her office door on his way out of his own and gave a mere nod to Jessie Malcolm as he passed the welcoming desk in the foyer on his way towards the slave quarters. He was tired of waiting. He wanted answers, and he wanted them now.
The slave quarters were always a less-than-savory place to be. While it was cooler than the rest of the manor in the summer time due to its lack of sunlight, the strong smell of mold and general lack of cleanliness made the man want to vomit, but as usual, he managed to hold back the urge as he made his way towards the back where single solitary cells had been placed for such instances as these as well as for punishment of the more rebellious slaves. While certain cells had silencing spells placed on them as they were used for interrogation, others had no protection so the screams of suffering slaves would be heard and used as a warning for all others.
While he was eating his lunch, he had had a guard find Julia and place her in one of the interrogation cells. He had ordered the guard give her a good cleaning and a good meal, hoping the refreshing feeling of water trickling over one's hair and body and the satisfying feeling of a full stomach would put the slave girl in a more agreeable mood. Regardless, he had also ordered her hands be bound with a rope with some give so she could move about but not be as much of a potential threat to him. While she was surely weaker than he, adrenaline and hatred could fuel wonders. He had witnessed it before. He knew better than to underestimate any opponent.
When he finally reached the cell, he gave a quiet nod to the guard, who immediately unlocked the cell and let him in before closing it behind him. A wave of his wand lit a small, floating tea light that lingered feet above their heads, and Trevor sat down across from Julia and made himself comfortable before finally asking his now-customary question for any meeting between them: "Does my seer have anything to share today?"