Bodies found in Upper Flagley
Posted on: 30 June, 1998
Upper Flagley, a small town which took to the Ministry’s anti-muggle policies like birds take to air, is now finding themselves some serious hot water. Over 1/3 of the population in the town have been charged with various crimes ranging from vandalism to murder; it’s the highest rate of any wizard village in the country. Although the pureblood youth program was immediately reconfigured after the war to accept halfbloods and muggleborns, the gesture seems too little too late to the muggleborn residents of Upper Flagley who watched last year as many of their pureblood neighbours turned against them.
The town faced additional embarrassment and shame when the remains of five muggle campers were found late yesterday afternoon. Earlier under the previous administration, the town had bragged that it had captured these hikers when they accidentally wondered too close to the magical abode. Although rebels made many attempts to rescue them the town had always managed to block such efforts.
The remains, which included the bodies of three adults and two children, showed evidence of torture, despite their decayed state. After doing a bit of research, it became clear that the bodies belong to Mr. and Mrs. Greenwich and their two children, 10 year old Eddie and 7 year old Clara. The fifth body is appears to be that of Mark Cooper, who was their family friend. All five of them were declared missing by the muggle police around the same time Upper Flagley bragged of capturing muggles. The family was also known to frequent those woods due to an annual camping trip.
The bodies have been returned to their families and the muggle police have labelled the murders as the work as a lone mass murderer. As the family and friends of these muggles mourn their loved ones, Aurors have been hard at work trying to find out exactly who in Upper Flagley tortured and killed these people. Right now suspicion falls on Frank and Myrna Godwin, the couple who started the pureblood youth group back in October. When auror searched their house they found the wedding ring that was later identified as Mrs. Greenwich and in the basement was a child’s shoe with blood on it that may have belonged to Eddie.
Although neither Godwin is willing to comment, their lawyer Steven Eden had this to say, “These charges are nonsense. My clients have always obeyed the laws and have been loyal citizens to the Ministry.”
When asked about the pureblood youth group that was set up by his clients that took part in hunting “undesirables”, Eden became very defensive. “What were my clients supposed to do? They couldn’t go against the Ministry, and the Ministry wanted them to do it. They were just trying to protect their family.” Shortly after Mr. Eden terminated the interview.
Mr. and Mrs Greenwich were both doctors (muggle Healers) who, according to colleagues, devoted their lives to helping people in the poorest parts of London receive healthcare. Mark Cooper was a police officer, the muggle counterpart to our Aurors. Clara, who was described as a typical seven year old who loved animals, would have celebrated her 8th birthday today. From the evidence found, it appears that Mark Cooper was killed immediately while the family survived for months in the hands of their captors. It is unknown exactly how they died although the Killing Curse is the most probable cause, with the exception of Mr. Greenwich, who possibly died from a broken neck.
The Greenwich family and Mark Cooper were kidnapped, tortured, and murdered without fully understanding why. Too often when the victims are muggles the abusers are never found. After the last war, less than half of the muggle killings were ever solved. Hopefully, the investigation into these murders are signalling a change, and muggle killings will get the amount of attention they deserve.
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Don’t you see? The Purebloods are still getting away with murder. The news is pinning the blame on random citizens. The Government is as corrupt as ever. Truly, these are dark times.
How ridiculous. What’s with this town anyway? Are they still following the Ministry’s old guidelines, or what?
I think Becca is downplaying the seriousness of the situation.
*owl*
Myles,
I wanted to update you on Sal’s and my date, in case your cousin hadn’t told you anything. It went surprisingly well. I wasn’t sure, seeing as how I’d only seen Sal as a brother before, but he can be rather charming in his element. It’s also a plus that he’s from a good, pureblood family. My parents are thrilled about the idea of a pureblood marriage somewhere down the line.
I think Sal and I are going to keep trying to get to know each other better. I don’t know how much will be able to come out of all this while he’s so young, but we’ll see.
–Garland
*owl*
Garland,
I am so glad you enjoyed yourself. Sal hasn’t said much about your date, but he did come back with a huge grin on his face so I assumed it went well.
I’m also pleased to hear that you are going to continue going out. If you need ideas about things to do may I suggest a picnic (ooc: I know I’m a little behind!).
I really can’t thank you enough for agreeing to go out with him. I believe you’re just the thing he needs to get over his little crush. Take care and keep in touch.
~Myles
((OOC: Honestly, I’m not that torn up about you being behind, because I’ve been behind for…like…a month. I just made up that Myles-told-Garland-to-do-a-picnic story, because Neely/Sal suggested she bring a picnic basket (so he can be more screwed up than he already is) and that didn’t seem like something Garland would come up with all on her own. I dunno, she doesn’t seem like a big picnic person to me.))
*owl*
Sal,
I enjoyed our date. I wanted to let you know that I appreciated it and I hope you had a good time as well. I know you were a little sullen about the whole thing, but I know you’ve been clearly upset about something for a while now, so I can excuse that. If you’d be interested on going on another date, I’d be open to that. I know there’s a slight age difference between us, but if nothing else, at least we’re getting to know each other better.
Hope you are well,
Garland
*heart is pounding as owl leaves with letter to Gates and another arrives from Garland*
*maybe just one more date – for appearances only*
Garland,
I’d be really happy if I could have another chance. I truly didn’t mean to appear sullen. I think I was just a little dumbstruck because I guess we were sort of on another playing field so to speak. It was kinda fun getting caught in the rain, but hopefully we can have better weather next time. Would you like to come by and look at the kittens tomorrow? My mother would no doubt be thrilled to see you. Then we could maybe go out somewhere.
Looking forward to hearing from you,
Sal
*rolls eyes at Sal’s reply. The boy is hopeless, but can’t help but smile a little as she reads the letter*
Sal,
I’m not blaming you for appearing sullen. That’s what you get for associating with those kinds of people–I believe we both know of whom I speak. I was only stating an observation. It was quite fun getting caught in the rain. I don’t think I’ve laughed so hard in a long time. I would love to come look at the kittens tomorrow and see your mother.
See you soon,
Garland
*Strolling along country roads with… Garland
It starts to rain, it begins to pour.
Without an umbrella we’re soaked to the skin.
I feel a shiver run up my spine.
I feel the warmth of her hand (near) mine.
Oo, I hear laughter in the rain,
walking (hand in hand) with… Garland
Oo, how I love the rainy days
and the happy way I feel inside.*
*asks Mum to help with my hair*
*shows up at the Selwyn mansion with a picnic basket. Myles had implied that Sal likes picnics, so why not? It will be nice to get away from the stuffy manions for a little while, and maybe that little bugger Gilbert won’t appear out of nowhere. I might have to hex him if he does, Slytherin or not.*
*knocks on door of mansion, waits for answer*
*Why am I so nervous? It’s not like I’m not from an upstanding pureblood family of my own. That’s why Myles tried to set this whole thing up anyway…right?*
Oh, hello, Madame Selwyn. It’s a pleasure to see you again. Did Sal tell you I would be stopping by?
((OOC: Um…because we’ve been playing this game together for, what, six months? We’ve all learned in that time that Neely/Sal is a twisted, twisted person. 😛
Oh, I know! I’m loving the drama! And what are you talking about? I can totally picture Gates and Garland duking it out. Maybe not over Sal, but a good duel is a little over-do between Garland and, honestly, most of the “good guys.”))
((OOC: That awkward moment when I’m so freaking tired that I typed “over-do” instead of “overdue” and didn’t even realize it. *slaps self* Bad English major!
Well, I PLAY music…and I have music training. But for the life of me, I couldn’t tell you what chord to use. A minor one, perhaps? lol If I was at home, I’d just harrass my roomie into giving me a suggestion to give you, but…alas.))
((OOC: Let’s take this to a new thread to play out the scene when/if you come back))
((OOC: Whaaaat?! You don’t want to sift through Gates’s and my nonsensical ramblings? Well, okay then.
I think I missed you tonight, though. Fail again. Oops. I’ll probably be around tomorrow off and on, if I can get my fun trick to work so I can read the comments on the crap IE at work.))
((OOC: Okay, we have an aged dog who keeps whining in the middle of the night. So it’s bad enough if I’m the only one who hears her and bothers to get up. Is there a special hex for my son and my husband to get even with them? But then to not be able to go back to sleep for thinking about these characters. It’s just too much! And reading the little ooc ramblings you guys did yesterday was way too fun. And Lyn/Georgia arguing with herself. Mental! And loving it. I will never be able to post during the day on school days because our user agreement for our district doesn’t allow blogging. So I’ll add a bit now to what’s happening on the blanket. You can add some when you get the chance and we can wrap it up in the evening so that Myles can do his worst. And Gates can do her Whatever-Gates-Does-When-She-Suspects-Deceit thing.))
Chiante, if you’re there, I wanted to say thank you for lunch again. The Majestic Unicorn was quite good (I had my doubts because of the name).
If you’re free any time soon, would you like to do something else? I find myself enjoying things more and more in your company.
Also, this is a horrible tragedy. I can’t say anything else for fear of being a hypocrite.
(OOC: I posted this on the page about the protest, but wanted to make sure you all saw it:
(OOC: To all my MIM Continues friends: It is not often that a 55 year old mother and grandmother can mingle with much, much younger folks and have such a wonderful time. I want to thank you for that.
I’m sorry to say that I won’t be able to participate much for a while. I was really excited about a story line that involved Callidora, Gates, Sal, Myles, Garland and several others and started postings to lead in that direction. I don’t think it would be right to take it any further since I can not determine how/when/if I will be able to participate.
I am working full time, raising my autistic grandson and will now be taking care of my 78 year old father who has advanced age related dementia.
Dad will be moved here this weekend and it will take some time to transition my grandson and him into living happily together. I also have to arrange for in-home care providers for Dad while I am working. There is so much to do in such a short time frame.
Again, I apologize for starting something I can’t finish. Gates knows all the details and can share if she wants to. Feel free to use the storyline in any way you choose. It could be so very devilish but needs someone who can be available to participate consistently.
Take care and keep up the excellent postings. I’ll be back and will check in when I can. It seems so strange, but without ever meeting any of you, I consider you my friends. Very strange when you add in the extreme age ranges.
BTW: Congrats to all the Pottermore entrants. I look forward to hearing about your houses and wands!
TTFN and Long Live the Rebellion – Mystique
Long Live the Dark Lord – Callidora Longblack)
(OOC: You definitely have a lot on your plate right now, and I totally understand why you have to leave. As someone who has a grandfather with alzheimer’s I just want to say I admire you for taking care of your dad like that. I hope everything works out alright. If you ever need to escape from reality for a bit you’re, of course, always welcome here.)
(OOC: Mystique/Callidora, if you ever feel the need to talk [write] about things, feel free to contact me. My mom had vascular dementia, so I know what you’re going through with your dad, and that’s a tough illness to contend with. It was sad and strange when mom no longer knew me … but I learned some very interesting family history she never talked about when well.)
It was Kingsley and some of his pureblood friends. The Government is corrupt. End of story.
Evil, any kind of extremism – whether anti-pureblood or pro-pureblood-only – is foolish, idiotic and wrong. Blood-status does not determine a person’s character. Judge people on their actions, not their blood status. There are plenty of rotten non-purebloods; there are plenty of wonderful purebloods. Kingsley Shacklebolt is an honest, respectable, admirable man, period.
Although this crime happened during the war, people should be aware that things are not back to normal and are unlikely to be for a long time. As Evil Mudblood demonstrates, prejudice and hatred are not eradicated by victory or defeat, and people hold onto their beliefs far beyond the end of a war. Some cannot accept the war is over and will carry on hostilities on a small scale, hoping to restart the conflict. We are making progress, but we’re still in the very early phases of the recovery process. Be careful, take steps to ensure your safety, but don’t be disheartened by negative events.
Couldn’t have said it better myself.
There may have been great rejoicing and celebrations after the end of the war, but there is still so much to repair. And evil, (since each person does have a little dark in them, as I recall someone on here saying) arises in many forms, and might always exist, just as death is an inevitable end. That doesn’t mean we should give up living and not fight it.
Oh yeah. Conspiracy time! He-who-must-not-be-named is still alive! I have incontrovertible evidence! We are all in danger! The Ministry is again ignoring his return! Please, follow the Lady if you want to live!
OOC: You know, I’m so annoyed right now, I’m being really mean again. I apologize for that. I just really, really, hate my life. I’m going to go away now. 
My God…
To be certain, I only just recently learned of far to many massacres and muggleborn hunts that occurred over the past few months, but that doesn’t dull the shock one bit.
I wish I could do something for the families. These muggles were innocents, drawn into a war they couldn’t understand.
It was the government. Let’s overthrow them!
A time for us someday there’ll be
When chains are torn by courage born of a love that’s free
A time when dreams so long denied
Can flourish
As we unveil the love we now must hide
*Elaborate doorbell chimes and awakens Sal from his daydream. That must be her. Not as odd this time. Because Myles wasn’t forcing him. When he gets downstairs, he sees Garland is bent over the wooden crate cooing over the tiny kittens and his mum is suggesting that she could have ALL of them when they are old enough. But more horrifying is the vision of a picnic basket and quilt sitting on the bench in the ornate hall.*
Oh, Salazar sweetie. Isn’t Garland a dear? She’s packed this lovely basket of goodies so that the two of you can get out and enjoy the sunshine on this beautiful day. I was just telling her how we couldn’t drag you back in the house on summer days when you were younger. I might recommend that you spread out under that magnificent willow out past the south swimming pond. But you two never mind me. Do as you please, of course. And Garland dear, I’m sure you’ve packed everything you would possibly need, but I know my Salazar has developed a taste for wine. Oh, now, don’t give me that look. I’m not naïve and I’m not ancient either. So let me just run a get a bottle for you two to share just to celebrate summer and budding… friendships and the carefree days of youth. *exits to find house elf*
*Shuffles, hands in pockets and looking at his feet. Garland moves to him and lifts his chin with a finger.*
Come on, Sal. *mimics his pout* This could be nice. *bats eyelashes*
*Don’t stand
Don’t stand so
Don’t stand so close to me*
((OOC: Ah-ha! I found it!))
*at the picnic location, sitting on a blanet*
Oh, come now, Sal. Don’t look so upset all the time. You used to look less…depressed…about everything last year. What on earth could possibly have changed?
*holds out a sandwich, notices Sal’s hesitation*
It’s just a picnic, Sal. I’m not going to poison you. Honestly, it’s like you don’t know me at all. You’re a pureblood, I won’t hurt you.
Your mother seems to be enjoying this whole idea. Does she know this was Myles’s doing?
Um, does she know? The whole family twice removed knows, it seems. The thought of a LeStrange-Selwyn union, er wedding in the future has got them all… Well, I am determined to be more civil today. And I know what you’re thinking. It’s all because of that damned Myles going on about the McDaniel mess. But listen. For the last time…
I’m not in love
So just forget it
*It’s just a silly phase I’m going through.*
Anyway, what spell do you think for opening this bottle? My parents have a never-ending argument about which one will disturb the quality of the wine least.
*half hour and half bottle later*
‘Course Mum wants us out here. I tink, I think she’d almost feper that someting, ya know “happen” out here. It’s where Father perpossed to her and stuff. Don’t flinch! Just getting an eyeflash off yer ch-cheek.
*raises eyebrows*
If you say so, Sal.
I have no idea what spell would work best. Our house-elf is always the one who opens the wine at our house, so there’s no need for an argument. But it’s kind of cute that your parents debate that.
*later*
*It’s almost cute how Sal can’t hold his alcohol*
*Oh, god, but what’s going to happen if he’s drunk? He better not do something stupid. I’d hate to hex him.*
Yes, well, *nothing* is going to “happen” out here, right, Sal? You’re thirteen. You’re not *read* for anything to “happen”.
*But it’s cute that he seems to care*
(OOC: Gates and Sal would it be okay if Myles sent a mocking letter to Gates about the Sal/Garland relationship? I don’t want to mess it up if one of you has a plan, I just feel like that is something evil he would do!)
((OMG! Saw your name after I’d sent my “last” post for the night and worried I’d be up another hour. Yes, Myles would do that. I’d love it, but maybe just wait until I send one more half-truth letter after our picnic. Maybe I’ll plant a seed of suspicion and then you can take it in for a landing. Be back tomorrow night, unless I see something new when I wake up. Some of my most “twisted” stuff comes to me over my morning coffee.))
(ooc: Yes that sounds perfect. I can’t wait to read about your picnic with Garland. May I say that you are a delightfully evil person.)
((Thank you. Thank you very much. And now that I’ve read this news about this “Julian” person, I’m afraid things might get worse!))
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*Picnic continues. Somehow the conversation came around to the only thing Sal had ever failed when he tried. Dancing. A private instructor had thrown her hands up in despair after having her new ballroom slippers pulverized despite her tried and true two-left-feet deflecting charm. But Garland would have none of that. Convinced she could teach him a proper waltz, they found a level area of grass near the willow and she started with the basics. It didn’t even occur to him that he was holding her, his mind so intent on not looking a fool. It was when he was just catching the hang of it that she began to hum softly causing his brain to began to spin.*
I know you
I walked with you once upon a dream.
I know you
The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
Yes, I know it’s true
that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you, I know what you’ll do…
*And he tripped on a twig, or his shoelace, or his own wine-soaked thoughts, it doesn’t matter. They both fell in a heap on the grass, and before he even knew what had happened or could apologize or ask if he’d hurt her or attempted to scramble off of her, he looked into her face, only inches away from his, and she slowly closed her eyes.
*Does that mean what I think it means?*
God, it can’t be almost four!
*Jumping up and taking out his great-grandfather’s pocket watch *
Mum will expect to see us both back in the drawing room for tea in just a little while.
*Reaches out his hand to help Garland up. She ignores his offer of assistance. *
My Gates,
Mine is 27 May. I guess we both just missed each other’s birthday. Let’s plan for next year. If I could get you ANY birthday present, what would it be?
I came THIS CLOSE to telling my friends all about you. Since Myles already has me figured out, and is doing whatever he can to throw a cracker in the cauldron, I think it couldn’t hurt to have Gilbert on my side when you get out. To help me plan for… whatever we want… to plan to. Did that even make sense? Maybe I’ll tell him at practice next time.
I have these hours of dread when I think we will never see each other again, and then other times I’m making plans for a year from now. The remaining days just can’t pass fast enough. But just knowing you are still out there in the world, even if it’s not my world, makes it bearable.
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world.
I had a difficult few days here with family expectations. But you have never been far from my thoughts. I wish I could really put down all the words. Let me just finish this letter and post it so that you have it before you go to sleep tonight. And here is what I’ll be thinking before I go to bed. I’ve had these words swimming around in my head. Almost like a song.
People say a love like ours
Will surely pass
But I know a love like ours
Will last and last
But maybe I was wrong
Not knowing how our love should go
But I wasn’t wrong
In knowing how our love would grow
And everytime I think of you
Everytime
Everytime I think of you
Every single time
It always turns out good
Let me just end by saying I needed to go to lunch with an old friend today. It took much longer than I imagined and was not at all what I’d expected. I so wish I had someone to talk to about it, but you are the person I would trust to help me. And yet you’re not the one I can talk with. How do I explain? I don’t have enough time to go into it all right now because I’m worried they won’t let you have my letter if it arrives too late in the day. So I’ll say goodbye for now and look forward to hearing what you’d love for you birthday. And every single other thought in your head that you’re ready to share. You’ve mentioned over and over about telling me everything. I want to tell you everything too.
‘Til tomorrow and always I love you,
TL
*Shopping and strolling in Hogsmeade takes hours*
Chiante, I hope you’re ready for dinner. Or is it still lunch time? I can never tell. Anyway, are you hungry?
How’ve you been Rawson?
Not bad, Ethan, not bad at all. Things haven’t been as difficult since I started seeing more of Chiante. Gates will be released in a few days, so who know what will happen then.
How are you? Did your parents look into adopting another child since they were rejected at first?
You have no idea how absolutely exhausted I’ve been over the past week. It’s been a whirlwind of paperwork and lectures for me… Who knew trying to get rights for the downtrodden was so much work? I haven’t even thought of going home in all honesty.Things haven’t been going all to well on that front.I’ve been staying with my mate Nick,he goes to a muggle school nearby. I hope Gates gets on well afterwards. I should probably finish up some stuff and try to get some sleep. I didn’t even know you were on with Chiante! You should take her to see that Titanic movie…It’s a bore in all honesty but girls go crazy over the star…He’s not that good looking…at least he…nevermind…don’t want to ruin it.
If there’s anything I can do to help you, Ethan, any strings I can pull for you, I’d be pleased to. Also, if you need somewhere else to stay, we have lots of space in the House in Liverpool.
This “movie”, what is it? Is that the muggle thing that’s similar to our pictures? I haven’t heard of this “Titanic”, but it’s definitely something to look into.
Chiante and I…well, I’d love to spend more time with her and take her out officially. I don’t know what she’d like, though.
I’d take you up on that offer but I think that would be the official sign that I’ve run away.My parents know their Nick and his family so its more along the line of being in the backyard..I think you should focus onr sister…she seems like she needs it…The Titanic was this massive boat that hit an iceberg and sank.movies are a bit like…movie pictures.Like a slideshow… But you’ll need muggle money.Look into it for sure.
Of course, of course. If there’s anything you ever need, though, don’t hesitate to ask.
I’m trying to do everything I can for Gates, but she tends to make things difficult for everyone.
And this “Titanic” sounds interesting. I’ll scrounge up some muggle money and see if Chiante would like to go while we’re in Liverpool… Thank you for the idea!
*Owl*
Dear Gates,
I was at first uncertain if I should write to you or not. I figured as soon as you saw my name on the envelop you would throw the letter away, but I think I know you well enough to know that your curiosity will get the better of you and you will eventually read it.
I know that you have kept up a correspondence with my cousin. I fear though that my cousin hasn’t been fully honest with you. You see soon after your arrest Sal began dating the stunningly pretty pureblood Garland Lestrange. I saw them strolling around Hogsmeade looking quite cozy with each other. They also went on a romantic picnic together, and he gave her a kitten. The two seem to have gotten very close.
He’s slowly stopped talking about you, and talks more and more about Garland with each passing day. I think it’s better that you find out now that Sal has gotten over you and moved on to a respectable pureblood witch. I wouldn’t want you to cause a scandal by showing up on his doorstep the moment you get out and just embarrassing everybody.
I think it would be better for everybody involved if you just left him alone. He’s found someone he’s happy with, and someone his family approves of. And if you really care about him don’t you want him to be happy?
Hope you heed my advice, but even if you don’t, the person who will be hurt the most will be you.
Myles
*Two Owls*
Selwyn-
You’re going to die. You made her cry herself to sleep in bloody Azkaban. I will kill you for that. You broke her heart while she’s in Azkaban. You made her cry herself to sleep.
-RJM
*Reads letter and grins*
Mission accomplished.
*owl practically attacks him on his way out the door*
Heart broken!!! Well then. TWO people might die tonight!
(OOC: Fast forward to the next day.)
*Arrives at Chiante’s house and knocks anxiously on the door*
Chiante, are you here? Do you still want to come to Liverpool with me today?
*Sal walks into the sixth pub that could potentially be Myles’ hangout for the night. The tears are no longer wet on his face as his eyes adjust to the dark and he sees Myles at the far corner table with a couple of his gang. It irks him even more to see Myles roaring with laughter at a joke he just made. Myles takes a swallow and notes the approach of Sal as he strides across the grimy floor. He knows what it’s about and stands to meet his youngest cousin. Before he can get out a smartass remark about the youth’s disheveled appearance, Sal uses both hands to violently push Myles hard across his shoulders, temporarily causing Myles to lose his balance slightly. Both mates stand up immediately and draw their wands. *
WHAT DID YOU TELL HER?
*Shoves again *
YOU’VE RUINED MY LIFE!
*All heads turn and the pub is momentarily silent. Someone across the room bellows that no tots are allowed unless accompanied by their nannies. The room erupts in laughter and everyone goes back to their business. *
(OOC: Aaagh, sorry. I’m here now!)
What the hell are you talking about? I haven’t told Garland any embarrassing baby stories about you! If she knows about your Mr. Puffins teddy bear it’s because your mom told her, not me!
* goes for his collar, gripping with both hands*
*through clenched teeth, holding back tears*
YOU ASS! You know what I’m talking about. You told her. Told her about Garland. WHAT did you tell her?
*Myles’ mates have dragged Sal back away and are holding his arms behind his back*
*coughs and straightens his collar*
I only told her the truth, that you began dating Garland. I’m not lying you have been going on dates with her. Honestly aren’t you over her yet?
You have no idea what you’ve done!!! She’s in a weak… She doesn’t need to have… I only went with Garland because I HAD to.
*struggles to break free of the two goons, but he is clearly not calm enough to let go of yet*
For only going out with her because you had to, you sure got cozy with her. I hear you even gave her a kitten. Besides once you finally do get over Gates it will be good to have a nice pureblood girl waiting for you. Trust me, once you come to your senses you will thank me.
I’m NEVER gonna thank you! You’ve sent her an owl that could really hurt her in a way you can never imagine. You’ve hurt ME more than you could imagine. I can never, never. Never forgive you for…
*seems to relax and slump a bit. The goons release their grip on him. Too ugly a sight to see this boy crying. But they are tears of rage. The second he is free of them, he lunges forward and lands a punch square across Myles jaw*
I HATE YOU!
*Grabs Sal’s wrist and yanks him backwards*
Don’t. You. Dare. Ever. Hit. Me.
Listen you little brat, I’ve been doing nothing but looking out for you. What the hell has gotten into you, first you point your wand at me then you hit me? If you weren’t family you’d be dead right now. Don’t think the rest of the family won’t be hearing about this. You’ve changed Sal, and I don’t like it one bit. You better wise up before you get yourself hurt.
*Enters bar and sees the cousins fighting. Leans against a nearby pillar trying to be silent and invisible.*
Tsk, tsk, this won’t do. Here I am, trying to enjoy a night with my dear Chiante, and who do I find but the Selwyns. Exactly the guys I’ve been looking out for.
You think I CARE about the family? You think it matters if I get hurt? Now tell. Me. What. You. Told her. I gotta know… to explain to her…
*twists arms, trying to get out of Myles’ grip. The jeering from the two chums is echoing in his ears*
*Surprised*
You mean you don’t know, Little Selwyn? My god, here I am assuming you’re the one who told Selwyn Senior to kill her.
I just told her that you were dating Garland. Still not a lie. It’s not my fault if that made her upset. She really shouldn’t be surprised that you would move on to a pureblood witch though. I didn’t think that she would be THAT dumb.
*laughs with buddies*
*Tries not to show rising blood pressure*
Once again, Selwyn, you show that your knowledge of women is the same as that of a rat’s. Do you really think it was finding out whatever you said to her, or do you think it was the manner in which she found out?
I’d like to hear your answer before I kill you.
YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO WRITE HER. YOU WANTED TO DESTROY THINGS! And Garland means nothing to me. She’s YOUR type, not mine. YOU MADE ME DO IT AND THEN YOU TORTURE HER WITH THE INFORMATION.
Honestly I don’t care. If she dies she dies, it’s no skin off my back. It’s you who should be worrying, what will you do without your poor little insane sister?
*Mildly amused by this exchange. Soft laughter seems to go unnoticed.*
This is brilliant. You’re telling me, Little Selwyn, that you had no idea, no idea whatsoever that Selwyn Senior over there sent my baby sister a crushing letter that made her break her bloody hand because she was so upset she tried to punch a wall? Seriously?
Oh, I wouldn’t ask that question. I’m not sure what the answer is myself.
Anyway, my point was that you know absolutely nothing- nothing– about women.
I understand women, well real, pureblood, respectable women. I admit I try not to filthy my hands with the other sort. And please your sister is a basket case, you look at her funny and it might just push her over the edge.
Right. So you have no experience with real women. I’ll keep that in mind.
Look at her funny? Nothing so dramatic. You kill her family and she’ll go crazy. Look at her funny? Is that seriously the best you’ve got?
*Slips wand out of sleeve and keeps it hidden. So close…just 2 words…*
Well you’re right it’s not really her fault. You’re whole family is messed up. After all you’re not a shining example of sanity yourself are you? I’m just waiting for the day you do something really stupid and get yourself thrown in Azkaban, won’t that be nice, you could have your sister old cell. Jordan was the sanest of the three of you, of course it didn’t stay that way for long.
I gotta go. Let go of me! I need to send…
Have to help her see…
*Myles seems to not notice and yet holds tight*
*Flinches at the thought.
I didn’t think anyone outside the family knew about Jordan’s deteriorating genes.*
That’s a myth. It hasn’t been proven.
I hope you die and go to hell, Selwyn. And after I kill you, I’ll deal with Little Selwyn. I’m actually tempted to do him first so you can watch.
*Chiante shows up from nowhere and puts a hand on his shoulder. He cringes but feels his anger die down slightly.*
So, Selwyn, tell me what you did to eliminate every last shred of hope my sister had for a normal life.
*Just keep talking. What would Chiante say? Try not to let it get to you too much.*
You’re not going anywhere squirt!
*hands him off to a buddy to keep a tight hold of*
Kill me now, how funny you really are that insane. Do you really can take on me and all my buddies, you’re a bit out numbered. Although threatening a very old and noble family naughty naughty. I might have to teach you a lesson.
*Has wand in hand*
*Captor releases hold on Sal when wands are drawn and Sal seizes the opportunity. Grabs handle of beer mug and strikes Myles across the side of his head and scrambles to other side of table*
*Closes eyes and thinks: Chiante, Chiante, Chiante, what will I do?*
Well, if you decide to try to beat me in a duel, I’ll kill you. You and I know that will happen.
As for your friends…well, I don’t care what happens with them as long as I deal with you first.
So, are you going to tell me what you did or not?
I told you what I did. I told her that Sal had moved on and didn’t want to see her anymore. If she overreacted to that then it’s not my problem but I really didn’t tell her any mind blowing secret.
*Makes a grab for Sal but misses and vows to deal with him in private*
I think what I’m trying to ask is did you lie to her?
*Still feels Chiante’s hand on shoulder. A reminder that a fight won’t end well for anyone. Wishes he could be with just her.*
And did you send her a letter on Little Selwyn’s orders? For all I know, he’s feigning anger.
Well, it IS going to be your problem, Cousin!
*decides to leave, must write Gates back before she does… something terrible*
No he really is dating Garland, you can ask her yourself. As far as did Sal tell me to write the letter no, but really would you prefer that he just cheat on your sister without telling her?
Well, you’re implying two things here.
One, that my sister and your cousin were (or even are, for all I know) officially dating. Two that I don’t care. You’re probably wrong on the first count and definitely wrong on the second.
What I’d have liked is this: your cousin man up and take care of his problems like a real person and not rely on someone else to do so. Even better, it woud’ve been nice if they just hadn’t met at all.
Fine don’t believe me I really don’t care. Gates just punched a wall because she felt like it not because her “boyfriend” started dating somebody better. Believe it or not, not everything I do is a plot to annoy you. I just want to live my life as far away from scum as possible. Unfortunately you make that very difficult because you insist on getting involved in my family, and to be perfectly honest I wish they had just stayed far away from each other as well.
Somehow I have trouble believing anything you say, Selwyn. If you’ve hurt anyone today, it was your cousin. She’s been through this before, but him? Has he even had a crush before?
*Slowly turns to Chiante*
Would you be okay with going back to the House, dear?
He’ll get over it, Garland will certainly make him feel a bit better. Your sister though might not. Maybe she’ll just do us all a favor and die in prison.
So your dating Chainte now? She’s not bad looking, so how long before she dumps you just like whats-her-face? She seems reasonable intelligent, I’ll give your guys relationship about 4 months before you have her running for the hills.
*Holds wand so hard it may break. Insulting my sister is one thing, but if you dare ever speak a word against Chiante again…*
*Grits teeth*
I wish you nothing but the best of luck, then, with trying to make your cousin hate you less.
*Must. Resist. Urge. To. Kill.*
*Mutters*
Can we leave before you’re prediction comes true and I do do something stupid?
Thanks but I really don’t need your luck, and if I were you I would be spending all the luck I had on trying to fix your sister and find Jordan, or have you given up the search for him already?
*Wand starts to splinter. No, Rawson, you need your wand! Punch him. Punch him so hard he won’t be able to think straight for a month.*
*Whacks Myles as hard as possible. The knuckle-on-chin sound echoes around the pub. Punches him again in the stomach.*
Don’t. You. Ever. Mention. My. Family. Again. Or. I. Will. Have. Your. Head.
*Turns and leaves the pub, hoping Selwyn is still breathless and bleeding. Hears Chiante curse him before catching up.*
STUPIFY
*Grabs Chiante to stop the spell hitting her and easily dodges it.
Oh, if I weren’t in the presence of a lady, Selwyn…*
I don’t see a lady around here.
*smirks at Chiante*
Oh just let him fight if he wants to fight. Why don’t you hurry home though, wouldn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire. *rolls eyes*
(ooc: I think Rawson might be sleeping. I need to go to bed too. We can continue this tomorrow!)
(OOC: Aghh, sorry, I literally fell asleep at the computer! Continuing!)
*Flinches at sight of scar. It bothers him so much…and he doesn’t even know why.*
Of course, Chiante, of course. *Takes her hands in his and tries not to break her fingers*
As for you Selwyn…well, I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. Attacking while your enemy’s back is turned. A shameless scummy thing to do from a shameless scummy excuse for a person.
*Glares at Selwyn*
On a completely off-topic note, but seeing as people here are probably more informed than I:
Whatever happened to Stamford Jorkins of the old Ministry-controlled MiM? Did he turn out to be Imperiused or Confunded, or was he being a disgrace to journalism of his own free will?
*Bursts into bedroom and rushes to desk, breathing heavily. But must remain calm. For her.*
Gates, if you are still my Gates,
I know you don’t want to hear from me. Not yet. But you did say that we will talk face to face when you get out. It’s all I can hope for. Just to let me explain.
There’s a place for us,
Somewhere a place for us.
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere.
There’s a time for us,
Some day a time for us.
Time together and time to spare,
Time to look, time to care
Some day!
Somewhere
We’ll find a new way of living,
Will find there’s a way of forgiving
Somewhere…
Please forgive me.
I love you,
LT
*over 24 hours without an owl. She is okay, isn’t she? Sure. Like she said, she doesn’t want to discuss it via letter. But a brief note from me couldn’t hurt. *
Dearest,
The letter that you wrote me made me stop and wonder why
But I guess you felt like you had to set things right
Just remember this, my girl, when you look up in the sky
You can see the stars and still not see the light, that’s right
I can live without another owl from you. Just not without hope that you are reading this, not tearing it up.
I love you. Still.
LK
*I deserve this silence. If she can only give us another chance. *
*owl*
My dearest,
Don’t you think the time was right for us to find
All the things we thought weren’t proper could be in time
And can’t you see which way we should turn together or alone
I can never see what’s right or what is wrong
Don’t you take too long to tell me
Only two more days. If only I knew. Without an owl in all this time…
Can we go on that picnic? Can we tell each other everything?
Waiting with love,
LT
*She gets out tomorrow!!!! The joy and fear of it is almost too much.*
Gates, My Gates,
I wouldn’t have thought I could stand it. My love was able to wait through more than a week of owls bringing words of love and then days and days of silence. Just know that my love can bear all things. My love believes all things. It hopes all things. Endures all things.
I beg you. Tell me if we can meet.
With greatest love,
LT

28 August, 2011 at 3:50 PM
Oh my Merlin, I think my dad might have known them. He works with so many other doctors. All I can say is justice is needed. I mean this was an innocent muggle family that did nothing to us.
I’ll see you this weekend Becca. We’re setting up a tend and something called dunk tank has been ordered, whatever that is.
(I won’t be on as often anymore classes start tuesday)