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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 0:27:33 GMT -8
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Everything had been set. Everything. Down to every i dotted and every t crossed. Nothing could possibly go wrong, absolutely nothing.
Trevor knew he had to act fast to gain control of the Ministry, and waiting the three, nearly four, days that he had was already pushing it, but he had been consumed trying to reconstruct order in the Death Eater ranks, not easily done with Warren knowing everything and being concerned with keeping ahead of his every move so he couldn't tear him down.
Yet, in the midst of all that work, Trevor had found and cornered a terrified piece of filth, Mundungus Fletcher, created a new look, an alias, and had demanded paperwork that would pass under scrutiny. He had offered a pretty penny, 5,000,000 galleons---much more than the rat deserved or the work itself---to have it done quickly. It had been done and immediately after Fletcher had been killed and discarded of. He was now a blond man with features that none could pick up in a crowd. His blue eyes were neither completely blue nor were they gray either. They changed with what he wore and the lighting---like a chameleon. Almost hazel in some aspects but not quite. He dressed rather well, a business man in some large firm, no doubt. He didn't care what others thought. He had chosen his name and that of the company's---Matthew Shöen and his company? Well, let's just say he had decided not to be pureblood for this mission. The Gemeinschaft Bank, Zurich, Switzerland. It said nothing of his business here at the Ministry today, and that was how Trevor preferred it.
He had done all this without consulting anyone---not Morgana, not Amie, and certainly not Masters. This required a degree of skill to carry out, something he doubted any of them had to be quite frank. None of them had his experience as an assassin. Some of them might be better at other areas, but certainly not at this. He was sure of it.
He had done his research. The Minister's intelligence had contacts of all sorts in both the Wizarding and muggle worlds alike. Any number of the termed assets would be due to come in and report at any given time now, especially with the given attacks and the report from the Minister. He had chosen a lesser known of them, assaulted and killed him and had set up an appointment, coding in with the information given to him while he had the man under pressure quite literally.
He now walked into the Ministry quite confidently, turning in a wand to be registered (His own was concealed quite cleverly.) when requested before heading for the elevators, standing quietly by himself in the midst of the crowd, watching as a few papers flitted in hurriedly above their heads, each departing as they went up a level. His defense when someone attempted to speak to him? "Ich spreche Englisch nicht." He figured German would be far less known than French or any other language spoken at the Gemeinschaft and that they would assume he was going to the foreign relations department. It was when they passed that floor that someone would begin to wonder, but really it was no one's business and they knew it.
The elevator crowd thinned out the nearer they were to the Minister's floor until finally it was only Trevor, and he stepped out and approached the guards, saying, "Hallo. Ich bin hier den Minister zu sehen. Mein Name ist Matthew Shöen."
The guards looked at him rather blankly until he got to what they assumed to be his name and that fact was only confirmed by his showing them ID, which they checked against the list of the Minister's visitors today and marked him off, handing back the ID, which Trevor took and stuffed neatly in an inside jacket pocket.
"Danke," Trevor said as he walked inside the Minister's door, which one guard opened for him. He would have petrified the both of them, but he knew people would immediately call for help if they came up and saw that. So, it was infinitely easier to simply use the Imperturbable Charm to keep noise from travelling.
As the door shut behind him, Trevor produced a wand---a wand he wasn't supposed to have, quickly casting the aforementioned charm and sending a disarming spell at the Ministry to at least knock him back from anything that could help him call for help. His features slowly twisted back to his normal features, features that would be recognized from the list of wanted men displayed on a wall in some department or another of the Ministry. He had not shown his face for two years shy of a decade. Why had he chosen to show it now? He approached slowly, his wand at the ready, like a predator stalking prey he already knew he had. "Listen carefully, Minister, and you may live."
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 0:27:56 GMT -8
The evening had been unusually quiet in the Ministers Office, but a productive one none the less. Ever since the Death Eaters had launched their attacks against the Wizarding world, Minister Crane had been extremely busy at his post over seeing the developing situation. Some had question his actions, as it seemed he'd been working quite hard to hush up any mentioning of the Death Eaters being responsible, instead shifting the blame to random 'terrorists' noone had ever heard of! Some believed he'd lost his mind as his security strategy had actually opened the Ministry and other targets to stunning attacks, but who were they to question his brilliance? Yes, Walter Crane, such a harmless man had been quite busy orchestrating a grand scheme that noone else could imagine. Alone he sat at his desk, going through papers, signing where he needed with soft classical music playing in the back ground. There wasn't a worrisome thought in his head, as everything was within his grasp of control. He knew all to well that the Death Eaters had returned, and would be gunning for him but the only question was.. When would they strike? He was actually quite surprised that they hadn't already made a move against him.
But Crane knew that in reality that'd be a poor mistake on their part, one that would prove disastrous for their cause. Oh yes, they all believed he was a senile old fool, harmless as a sheep but if only they knew.. Crane finally got his answer when the door cracked open and a figure stepped in, before he could even say hello the man cast a disarming charm against him, knocking Crane and his chair backwards a few inches. "Ooh my!" The white haired old man gasped, clutching at his chest as his eyes connected with the eyes of his foe. "Who are you?" he whimpered, terror in his eyes as he stared at the man before him. But was Crane really in danger at all? Perhaps the Predator had become prey without knowing it? Regardless, Crane remained motionless in his seat, waiting for this.. Man.. Trevor to explain himself.
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 0:28:19 GMT -8
The old man was pathetic. He could see the terror in his eyes and hear the whimper in his voice. His actions were less than brave. He made no move for help at all, just sat there clutching his chest. An easy-to-accomplish task indeed. The Minister would see the error of his ways and aide the Death Eater's rise to power or simply cease to exist. The people would never know the difference. Their beloved Minister's face would still be seen. Of course, his reputation would be tarnished over time as more and more controls were put in place. The key to the takeover was gradual in increments that people wouldn't protest, not even realizing they'd given away all their freedoms until it was much too late. Socialism, maybe communism, most likely communism, only their utopia created would work and last. There would be no downfall in the economy, though the people might be depressed. However, Trevor's only concern was the Order of the Phoenix. Once they were found and publicly executed as examples of what would happen to any who dare protest, the people would find travel and everything else to pretty much resume to normal...that is, unless one just so happened to unfortunately be a muggle-born. He had yet to decide if they would be completely cut off from the wizarding world or allowed to dwell with simply identification papers to be presented when purchasing certain objects of power. It didn't matter now. Miniscule details such as that would be determined along the way without jeopardizing the grand scheme of things or altering much, if anything at all.
"Who I am is irrelevant, Minister," Trevor said frankly as he neared the desk and came to stop, still holding his wand pointed at the older man's head. "Besides, it's not like you don't know who I am. I am wanted by the Ministry, after all." He spoke the last sentence as though gloating but quickly his tone was back to normal, quite serious in nature. "That's why I'm here, actually. Death Eater business. After Derrin White's 'unfortunate' death at the Battle of Hogwarts, I have been made leader, and while I face many challenges, I remain just that and shall for a long time. I think recent events demand an understanding between two men of equal rank and importance in the wizarding world, don't you, Mr. Minister, hmm?" He rose a brow, placing his weight momentarily back on one foot before balancing out. "Our goal is evident. We want control of the wizarding world, first and foremost. Everything else is secondary and will occur once we have that. It is up to the Minister, therefore, to decide whether or not he will come peaceably or be forced into compliance. Because, Mr. Minister, we will have control with or without your help. The Imperius is not beyond our means, nor is simply killing you and using a polyjuice, the latter more likely than the prior. So, which is it? Will you comply to our demands or will you resist and die?"
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 0:28:48 GMT -8
Silently the Minister cowered behind his desk and listened to Trevor's little speech. There was nothing to it that surprised him, in fact.. he was confidant ov everything Trevor had to say and it only served to prove that the man before him ahd been perfectly duped. "Mister Williams.." he finally spoke, the edge of fear in his voice completly disappearing as the old mans entire aura changed into something completly different, something noone that knew him had ever seen.. Even Trevor would know that Cranes aura had always been one of a friendly, quiet and maybe a little senile old man but this? This was radically different. The man was well composed, determined and fearless as he stared Trevor down from across his desk. "Dearest of all my friends.." he spoke a line that would've probably been quite familiar to Trevor given only two Death Eaters in the circle today used that line again and again. "You have nothing to gain here." he said quite confidently as he rose from his desk, taking care to not make any sudden movements yet straightening his clothes. "You can't gain control of something you already have can you?" he said with a quaint chuckle, "And you won't kill me.. Unless you want all of your precious safe houses raided by very real Aurors who'll all know what to look for exactly.." Again, This threat would sound familiar though more detailed.
Cranes lips twisted into a sickly smug and evil grin as he watched Trevor, wondering when he'd figure it out. "Have you figured it out yet? No? Yes? Maybe? Oh I do hope you're smart enough to figure this one out my friend.. It should be as obvious as the large nose on your face.." he said with a faint chuckle, which grew into laughter before Crane finally burst into absolutely manic cackling! Though it was Cranes voice, the cackling itself would offer something familiar of its own and it'd just be one more piece of the puzzle, however as amused as Crane was.. The cackling served another purpose, to alert his right hand in the side office that was connected to his own..
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 0:29:11 GMT -8
At the mention of his real name, not the name the Ministry had but his real name, Trevor began to feel a little skittish, though he did not let it show. He kept his collected demeanor, merely raising a brow as the old man went on. "Dearest of all my friends," was he? At this, he rose a brow, looking at the man as though he were absurd. He had no friends, absolutely none. He had a lover, sure, but a friend? No way. He could trust no one completely. It was foolish of him if he even dared to do so, so where did this man get his wild claims? More importantly, where did he learn of his name? That was what bugged Trevor more than anything else.
"You can't gain control of something you already have, can you?"
Trevor rose a brow, scoffing. "Already have?" he asked, but the man continued.
"And you won't kill me.. Unless you want all of your precious safe houses raided by very real Aurors who'll know what to look for exactly.."
"Enough of your riddles, enough of your threats! You do not know who you're dealing with. What your petty Aurors could do wouldn't even put a dent in my plans. You've already played right into them yesterday when you closed the school." He chose to leave it at that. The man did not need to know exactly how it played into his plans. No one did quite yet except Trevor himself and that was how it was going to stay. The school would become breeding grounds for his followers. It would start training children at a very young age to adapt their mindset, look forward to their initiation ceremonies upon their graduation. Unfortunately, they would lack this year's batch of seventh years but that was fine. It was absolutely fine. They didn't need them. Their numbers already well outranked the Order. They would have them on the run in no time flat once they decided to begin the real revolution in the Wizarding world. Muggle-borns, half-bloods, and blood traitors would all see the error of their ways. At first little freedoms would be taken away until they became prisoners of war, perhaps even slaves. His men could have their way with them in whatever way they saw fit, once the answers were taken from them. It would be miserable for them, but it was the price they would pay if they would not willingly cooperate.
Mass murder and oppression were not new ideas to Trevor Ryan Williams. It scared him to some extent that it no longer bothered him. After all, how did that make him any different from Anna's killers? But, he had passed the point of no return a long time ago. There was no going back now. The bridge was crossed and now there was nothing left to do but stand and watch it burn. He'd passed the point of no return and there was no one on his side. No one could save him, no one could bring him back...not even Morgana. Truth be told, he wasn't sure he even wanted to be brought back. That meant remorse and remorse meant emotional pain, something he'd conditioned himself against years ago.
He watched as Crane grinned at him, looking smug and evil to put it mildly, something he never had expected to see on the face of the pathetic, sickening muggle-born minister whom everyone had grown to love and admire. Oy vey. What game did he think he was playing at now? Trevor rose his wand higher, beginning to wave it in prelude to a spell.
"Have you figured it out yet? No? Yes? Maybe? Oh I do hope you're smart enough to figure this one out, my friend.. It should be as obvious as the large nose on your face.."
Trevor narrowed his eyes and let out a sound of disgust, the man's words swirling through his head, but he began to wave his wand again. "Dearest of all my friends..." The words hit the man like a brick wall. There were only two people who would use that phrase around him. Could it be? The laughter, it was growing louder and louder, all-encompassing. Only one man was prone to that insane laughter, no two: Felix Meyers and Harold Masters. But of those, only one had the ability to pull off something like what seemed to be being suggested. Masters. But of course. Trevor lowered his wand, though only slightly, uncertain what to expect of this man and thinking to himself it could all be a trap. He cast Protego as a precaution but widened his arms as though to give a hug, beginning to chuckle himself as though everything before had been one big joke. "Masters, my friend! So, this is how you got information?"
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Post by Natalya Grant on Nov 19, 2014 0:32:12 GMT -8
((in case you haven't read Natalya's post in 'Over and Over', her alias at the ministry is Amanda Levine. She also changes her appearance- brown hair and eyes))
Amanda had been about to knock on the minister's office door, when she realized he wasn't alone there. 'Mister Williams? How the hell did Trevor get in here?' she thought to herself. The more she heard, the more suspicious she became of the whole situation. The minister had been acting strangely for several weeks now, not noticeably to anyone who hadn't been working in close proximity to him for two years, but Amanda noticed. Now he sounded nothing like the sweet old man she had known for two years, despite it being his voice saying the things she was hearing. Hearing Trevor address Crane as Masters, she stiffled a gasp. 'That explains it! I knew something wasn't right...Why the hell didn't he tell me what he was doing? I'm getting to the bottom of this...'
Hefting the stack of folders she was carrying, Amanda popped her head in the door and feigned surprise at seeing Trevor there. "Oh, I'm so sorry Mr. Crane! I had these urgent files for you to go over!" She bustled into the room and quickly shut and locked the door behind herself, casting a muffling charm on it, before crossing to his desk and dropping the folders in front of him. Taking out her wand, she took away her disguise and dropped the ditzy secretary act, standing facing them both arms crossed and hip cocked. "Alright, what the hell is going on here?! I've been working my butt off for the past two years gathering information, and now you" looks at Trevor "barge in here threatening him" looks at Crane, "and you, Masters, jeopardize my very position here! I want an explanation..."
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 0:32:33 GMT -8
The puzzled look on Trevors face was utterly priceless as he attempted to understand what was going on exactly. It was typical for him to respond with arrogance, using that as a facade to conceal the fact that he was really and utterly clueless and people tended to fear things they didn't quite understand. Crane snickered and grinned as Trevor lectured him about petty Aurors and the whole business, "Or is it that you've played into my plans old friend?" He said smirking, showing remarkably little fear for a 'harmless oldman' in face of one of the greatest Dark Wizard Assassins of this age. "Wake up Trevor, As amusing as this game is It's getting a bit boring and I'm getting a bit.. you know.. Tired? It sucks being an old man like this." The sarcasm oozing from his comments as he covered a lazy yawn.
"Now put that down before you hurt yourself." Referring to Trevors Wand, Crane not hesitating as he reached down to open his desk drawer. "If you haven't figure it out by now I'm strongly disappointed, I thought.." Before he was able to finish another semi-abusive sarcastic remark, Trevors mind finally added all of the pieces together and completed this puzzle, Walter Crane was in reality Harold Masters. This gave cause for Harold to grin widely as he removed a flask from his desk. "Among other things? Yes.." He admited, information wasn't the only thing he'd been able to pass along to Trevor. As the Minister he used his sway as the charming Walter Crane to make plans to the security details for the Ministry, Azkaban and even make sure the Aurors were sent on wild goose chases so that they'd be unable to respond so quickly during the attack of the grand attack. All of those things had made for a grand victory, one he was proud in helping make. "I've been here for quite sometime, day after day working at this hell hole.. putting up with these corrupt bureaucrats when I much rather just kill them all." Masters sighed heavily and shook his head, obviously the months of 'undercover' work had taken its toll, and he knew he was far from being done with it just yet.
The offer of some sort of hug drew a strange look from Masters as his eyes swept across Trevor. "uhm.. No." Flat out rejecting any possible offer of bodily contact, no he didn't like to be touched.. That was unless it was Velvet, and he really didn't want Trevor touching him like that! Much more to his surprise was when his 'assistant' Amanda Levine burst into the room. Masters, or rather Crane glared at the woman and barked angrily at her. "How dare you interupt me with out knocking?!" That had been one thing Masters hadn't picked up on, was that his assistant was a spy for the Death Eaters.. Not that it mattered really, he'd been beyond careful and only two people outside of him had known his plan, and never did he write anything down or leave any other condemning evidence. But when she did reveal herself he burst out laughing at her. "Oh Brilliant, Lovely.. really." choking on his laughter, he withdrew a flask from his desk, removing the cap he downed the contents and fell silent for a moment before he started to squirm, groan and change into the Harold Masters everyone knew.
"AH!! Bleh, Nasty.. but.. My handsome self again!" Beaming and winking at Natalya before he set the flask down agian. "An explanation?" He asked, his brow perking for a moment before his eyes narrowed on the woman. "I don't owe you a damn thing quite simply." And as he saw it he owed noone else anything either, this had been his doing entirely. Any attempts to spy on the Ministry by his comrades had paled in comparison to what he'd done. "All we need is a victory celebration, because all of this?" he said gesturing about the room with his hand. "Is ours.."
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 0:32:57 GMT -8
Life, Trevor had concluded one day years ago, was full of twists and turns. Surprises, both horrible and good alike, darted out at you from the shadows, hidden within until the last possible moment. He thought he could handle Masters' revelation. Hell, he knew he could handle Masters' revelation and was, but the appearance of yet another of his Death Eaters in what was supposed to be a private party for two? Oy vey. Somebody kill him now. How many had Derrin placed in here and how many were here of their own accord, their own devices? He'd have to make it a point to find out as quickly and efficiently as possible so he could utilize their positions. After all, wasn't that why they were here/had placed themselves in this dreadful place? He hoped so or they were very strange, confusing people, but what else was new? Nothing really could surprise him anymore. Nothing. He was pretty sure he'd been desensitized and accustomed to just about everything now.
If anything, the girl's appearance made Trevor's defenses go higher. Occlumency was necessary at all costs. Just in case. No surprises. He'd had enough for today. He rose a brow as the girl proceeded to demand an explanation and listened as Masters told her he didn't. "Neither do I," Trevor chimed in. "You didn't show enough concern about being present for the meeting the other day. Consequently, I don't give a damn if your pretty little head is confused, Grant. However, if anything you owe me an explanation. Why are you here, hmm? What purpose does your presence in the Ministry serve? You are much too young to hold a great amount of influence, and that secretary guise won't get you much. Besides, we have many more spies, all older and more useful than you." He paused momentarily before tagging on, "Explain yourself and we haven't got all day. If you wish to remain here and not be relocated where I deem you more useful, you'll explain."
He didn't care if he was being "tough" on the girl. She couldn't take it? Well, then what the hell was she doing as a Death Eater? Simple as that. Truth was, he could have been harsher; he easily could have been more belittling. The way he saw it, the girl had got off easily. Could he have been gentler? Yes, but he was testing the girl's limits. She looked incredibly young compared to the rest and easily could be the youngest and couldn't possibly have been around when Voldemort was. Therefore, she had to prove herself to him. It was as simple as that, and if she were to complain? Well, she'd just be reminded that he could have chosen to dispose of her position in the Ministry without giving her a chance to defend herself whether she liked it or not, so she'd better shape up and be thankful he was in a generous mood. He didn't have to be, after all. He could be meaner than mean and grumpy as hell and she still would be expected to do as he said or face the consequences. He was the leader now, so she'd better get used to it. They all would do well to accept it, especially Warren and his whore.
Trevor sighed impatiently and placed his right arm akimbo. He had one more matter he needed to discuss with Masters before it slipped his mind, so the girl had better answer fast. He needed to know of it was possible to reimpliment the Trace on Scotts even though he was already full-grown. He had to track him down fast before he found his way to the Order, if he had plans to do so, and he couldn't think of any words unique to Scotts that the fool might use to trace him down by. It was ridiculous to even have to worry about what the fool would do because, well, he was a fool, but he could outsmart him by thinking like him, for "the fool hath said in his heart he is wise." Hmmm...eventually he had to resurface for a woman, right? Jason surely wouldn't allow himself to be sex deprived. After all, he was a man whore. The fact was disgusting but at the moment useful. Maybe he could find a common pick-up line he'd used on the majority of the women at some point or another. Oy, headache. Fool, but one that would be the perfect example of what he did to traitors.
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Post by Natalya Grant on Nov 19, 2014 0:33:57 GMT -8
Giving Masters a look of disgust in reply to his flirting, Natalya turned to Trevor and said, her annoyance showing, "I'm here because Derrin put me here two years ago to get information from the minister, which I've been sucessfully doing by the way, until you, that is," gesturing absently at Masters, "barged in here and got rid of the man I'm supposed to get my information from. And as for my age, that's completely irrelevant. If I was thought to be incapable of doing this job by the person who mattered, I wouldn't have been put here in the first place, now would I?" Crossing her arms in agitation and narrowing her eyes back and forth between the two men, she added petulantly, "When you decided to barge in here and take things into your own hands, you weren't just risking your own positions- you're risking mine as well. So excuse me for being a little angry here, boys..."
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 0:34:17 GMT -8
Harold allowed himself a slight chuckle as Trevor hammered away at the girl, himself remaining silent not only to allow Trevor that honor but for one other reason. As he stood there silently staring at her he wondered just what she'd been up to these past years, he was quite confident that she knew nothing of real value, nothing that could come back to haunt him with Trevor at least. However for a man like Masters such a feat was almost simple for him, his skill with Legilimency was impressive on many levels, so skilled was he that he could preform it nonverbally. Swallowing back a small lump from his throat he reached out across the space, looking to probe and navigate the pathways of Natalya's mind, looking for any resistance before pushing further.. Regardless of this though her remarks about Derrin and towards him broke his concentration, she was just begging for a retort!
Cackling manically at her he waved his hand dismissively while looking to Trevor. "Can I turn her into a ferret? Ferrets are amusing, this girl is annoying." he quipped as his easygoing and humorous self before he snapped a retort directly back at her. "Look Little Girl, I don't care what your beloveded Derrin sent you to do.. Big deal.. two years!" he scoffed at her with his eyes narrowing further.
"I've been inside this Ministry for five years now.. and May I remind you, I've only been Minister for roughly one year.." Which was true, he'd taken Crane when he was in retirement some five years before hand, and then worked his way up through the ministry using his manipulative skills to get to this point. "BUT! if you really want to get information from Crane, be my guest.. I have him in a trunk at my home." Though sarcastic it was true, he hadn't killed Crane as he had his uses still. But this girl was truly insulting, insinutating that he'd barged in on her little pathetic operation.. This plan of Harolds had been worked out with years of planning, and years of execution. "When I was killed our movement was dead!" he barked angrily at her, quickly becoming fed up with her. "I laid the ground work for what we have now. and you've done what?" he laughed a bit.
"Passed my daily schedules to Derrin? Hoorah for you.. Too bad we don't give medals out for good little girls.." He said before snapping his head back towards Trevor. "Make a note of that, It might be a good idea!" Again with the sarcasm before he went back to hammering the young woman. "As for being thought to be incapable?" Harold smirked, oh she'd given him a perfect opening. "It seems the judgement of the man who sent you here wasn't that good to begin with.. Since he's disappeared." he chuckled, shaking his head at the foolish young woman before he again turned his attetion to Trevor. "Perhaps we should whip out a memory charm and put her back to work? Whatever makes her happy right?"
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Post by Trevor Williams on Nov 19, 2014 0:34:43 GMT -8
"Can I turn her into a ferret? Ferrets are amusing, this girl is annoying."
At Master's quip, Trevor rose a hand and rubbed the back of it passively across his left eyebrow before resting his hand on his side, smirking slightly and shaking his head. Pretty bad. "Why not a bug instead?" he retorted, raising a brow. "You know, so we can squash her?" He turned his head to look at Natalya, winking. It was all just a joke...or was it? Perhaps it was only his way to try to prevent the girl from taking offense or suspecting him of being serious about it and getting defensive. She already was being annoying here, which Trevor had decided upon before Masters had said anything, not to mention the way she'd waltzed in and told him she wasn't going to attend the meeting the other day had already done wonders to put her on his bad side. He didn't respect people who didn't have courtesy enough to respect him as leader. Hell, he rarely truly respected women anyway. He might have used to back in the days before Voldemort, but now? Now they were mere play things. The last woman he'd dared to trust since coming into the Dark Lord's ranks had screwed him over. Kept him pretty damn happy but then ran off and had his kid without his knowledge despite knowing his past and what that would mean to him. Bitch.
Trevor listened in concealed amusement as Masters continued to tell Natalya off. It was probably rightly deserved and earned. However, ought not the brunt of it to have gone to Derrin White for being so foolish as to not have realized it? Then again, White couldn't have known about it. They'd only just regrouped this past August or so. That begged the question as to what White had been doing with Grant two years ago. Why had he trusted her with something like this when she had never been part of their ranks before? Yes, her father had held a position, but all the same. It smelled a little fishy to Trevor. He supposed since White wasn't here to take any of it, Grant would just have to put up with Masters' fury. He had every right, no? He'd worked so hard and here this girl could have compromised it. Then again, Masters was partly to blame. He'd jeopardized his own mission by not telling someone about it. He'd almost died on account of that mistake, too. Trevor didn't have to come in and talk. He could have just come in and killed him and Masters would have had no time to react.
Chuckling, Trevor shook his head at Masters' joke about medals for good little girls. "Sure, I'll make note of that. Might be a nice thing to give the kiddies at Hogwarts when we reopen it, eh? Boost morale?" He let Masters continue his tirade. He smirked a little at the other man's suggestion of a Ministry charm and shook his head again, though this time not quite in amusement as he had before. "Alright, Masters, old friend, lay off the girl. While a memory charm would be amusing to find out what she would do and what all White knew, I have a better plan. Grant, why don't you meet me in a half hour at Lure? I mean, you are old enough to get in there, right? Old enough to get a drink or two?" He chuckled slightly. She was young, no doubt about it. He wasn't sure quite how old, though. White always did seem to have a thing for any young thing in a skirt. Age wasn't an issue with that..man..animal..beast, whatever one would call him. Waving his comment off, he continued. "At any rate, that's an order, not a suggestion. Masters and I have some business to discuss. Tell no one what you've seen here."
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Post by Natalya Grant on Nov 19, 2014 0:36:41 GMT -8
Natalya glared at Trevor and Masters, thinking them completely childish and idiotic for their behavior. She rolled her eyes at them both and said sarcastically to Trevor, completely ignoring Masters' comments, "Of course I can get a few drinks, Oh Great Leader Trevor." She glared angrily at him and added, "I'm young, I'm not a child. I would never be so stupid as to reveal what I know, despite what you obviously think." She turned on her heal and fixed her disguise in place as she reached for the door. Looking over her shoulder defiantly, Natalya retorted saucily, eyes flashing, "And whatever you have in mind, be assured I'll only show up because it is an order, that's it."
Opening the door, she exited before he had a chance to reply and headed to Lure. She grabbed a table near the back of the club and positioned herself to see the door, ordering herself a drink to pass the time.
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