Edward Johns
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The Hog's Head Barkeep
Totally screwed.
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Post by Edward Johns on Jul 30, 2009 10:24:13 GMT 1
As soon as Silas spoke over the top of him Ed decided he’d had enough. He didn’t have to sit there and listen to insult after insult and stupid question after stupid question. The temptation to hit the older man was becoming too great to resist much longer. He was tired from work and not in the mood to be treated like a child by a man who thought the sun shone out his ass. ”I’ve already told you as much as you need to know. What happened next is my business,” Ed said quietly, his voice thick with hatred.
Who the fuck was Freud?
”Actually I have the sword because that’s what I saved the day with,” the younger man corrected snidely. Silas was obviously the one thinking about Dacian’s penis as the thought had never crossed Ed’s mind and never would. As soon as Cassie was mentioned a look of pure fury flashed over the young man’s face. Silas had touched a nerve, a very raw one. ”You don’t know a thing about my love life. “Get out before I call the authorities. Step one foot back in here and I’ll have you for trespassing. You’re no longer welcome Rosier,” Edward said dangerously, once again standing. It was his turn for his face to be completely passive now. It wasn’t true, Cassie hadn’t been forced back to him, she would have come back if Dacian had lived. At least that’s what he told himself now.
As a final point Ed stood and drew his wand out quickly and pointed it at Silas. He was a good wizard, he had natural talent, it was just that he preferred the Muggle way of doing things most of the time. If there was one spell he was good at above all others, it was a disarming spell. Working in a busy pub, Hell a pub, meant that one needed to be used from time to time to stop drunks from wrecking the place and potential robbers from holding him up. Defensive spells were easy but if it came to a full blown fight he was hopeless and complicated jinxs and hexs.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jul 31, 2009 12:47:40 GMT 1
As Edward’s lifted his wand into a duelling position, Silas readjusted his stance to keep his own wand pointed at the bartender. It wasn’t nearly as dramatic a movement as Ed’s – no, Edward didn’t register enough as an actual threat in Silas’s mind for that – but if necessary he would have enough time to react. Having functioned as an active Dark Wizard for around twenty years and picking fights even before then, Silas had a lot more faith in his spell casting ability than that of a man – or, more appropriately, a boy – that he had sixteen years of experience over, was only three years out of school and who still wasn’t even a legal adult in every country yet.
“Ed, honestly,” Silas replied with no particular concern, gaze moving away from the off-white wand in Edward’s hand and back to the bartenders face. “Is that really the way you want to treat the man who’s done so much for you? If I remember right it was my crucifix which stopped Dacian squatting here and screwing Cassie in your basement in the first place, and, oh yeah, that’s right, if it wasn’t for me dragging your arse over to the shack, try not to think too hard on what might have happened. If anything you owe me a round of drinks.”
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Edward Johns
Adult (A)
The Hog's Head Barkeep
Totally screwed.
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Post by Edward Johns on Jul 31, 2009 14:41:16 GMT 1
With his wand raised Ed wasn’t feeling all that confident any more. Somehow, in every battle Silas had faced he always came out on top. There was no way in hell he’d beat the older man in a duel, Ed failed at all that complicated fighting magic. Defence for the win he always said in matters like this. If only he could get the wand away from the other man. He could always disarm him; he’d been pretty good at that in school and with the drunks and thieves. Without magic Edward was pretty sure Silas would be close to helpless in a physical fight, he relied too much on the scrap of wood in his hand.
Or he could be wrong.
”You did two nice things for me and there were probably instances of personal gain to be gotten. What about everything else? The taunting, the stealing, the lying, the meddling? As far as I’m concerned, the crucifix and you coming to get me has made us even and I don’t owe you anything except maybe a broken jaw. “Like I said before; you’re never to step foot in here Silas ever again. You’re banned from my pub,” Edward snarled, still pointing his wand firmly at Silas’ chest. Banning the older would be difficult on his own; it looked like he was sending an owl to Adrian for help. That man knew how to keep unwanted visitors out with powerful magic.
”Expelliarmus, the younger man shouted suddenly, flicking his wand with practised finesse. If there was ever a chance to even the playing field it was now. He had no idea whether it had worked or not, but he’d put money on not. Only once had he been able to get the jump on Silas and that had been while he was preoccupied with Dacian. Shooting the older man with rocksalt had sure felt good but now he was probably going to die, or come close to it. Silently he said goodbye to his normal looking fingers. There was a good chance they wouldn’t be normal for much longer.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Aug 2, 2009 10:00:22 GMT 1
It was chiefly the fact that Silas had been prepared for an attack that gave him enough time to counter the spell. Although, Edward kindly shouting the spell out loud and giving him plenty of time to respond was rather nice of him. After all, ‘Protego’ was a much shorter word to think than ‘Expelliarmus’ once Silas realised what the bartender was doing.
As his wand was already aimed at Edward, Silas’s didn’t even need to move it. The disarming charm hit the invisible shield not a moment too soon and was deflected harmlessly. Silas fired his next spell barely without stopping to think, but it wasn’t a curse, or a hex, or anything that Edward was probably expecting. Instead, the bartender was struck by, of all things, a Confundus charm.
For once, Silas wasn’t deliberately out to get into a fight (... much). His first goal, what he had come for, was information, and perhaps if Ed was still up to it, fighting next, but he wasn’t dropping his original plan so easily. That and being banned from the Hogs Head was just going to be an annoyance. Silas stood up straighter, convinced from the unfocused look in Edwards eye that the spell had hit its target.
“Ever stop to think you’re being a little unreasonable? For fucks sake, stop overreacting. Just answer this for me – one, did you kill the vampire, and two, did anything else happen that I need to know about – and I’ll be on my way, and you can go back to your little fucking life like nothing ever happened tonight. Really, it’s that simple.”
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Edward Johns
Adult (A)
The Hog's Head Barkeep
Totally screwed.
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Post by Edward Johns on Aug 7, 2009 9:41:44 GMT 1
Damn that hadn’t worked, how in the Hell were you supposed to get one over Silas Rosier? Ed frowned in frustration as his spell was deflected harmlessly, why did he even bother? Before he could answer his own question he was hit square on with Silas’ confundus charm. It had its desired effect as the younger man dropped his wand and looked about the room, bedazzled. What was he doing again? He couldn’t remember and was about to wander away aimlessly before Silas caught his attention.
”Yes I killed the vampire, that’s what the sword’s here for. I don’t think anything else happened apart from when Cassie and I left we saw Dacian’s body,” Ed replied airily, a small, distant smile on his face. Now why did he have the feeling he should be angry for some reason? He had just banned Silas from the pub but he was still here, there was a reason but for some reason the younger man just didn’t care at that moment. For a moment he stood staring off at the wall, a look on his face that read as though he was deep in thought, which he was about nothing. ”Now I think I was going to ask you to leave so, could you please?” Ed asked politely, something he’d never done with Silas. Ever.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Aug 7, 2009 17:07:53 GMT 1
“Thank you. Was that really so hard?” Silas grumbled when Ed finally spat out what he needed. Honestly, that shouldn’t have been so difficult. What was it about Edward and his desire to always turn himself into an annoyance? Honestly, if the man would just play nice for once he might find their little meetings like this one didn’t need to be such a chore. [Yeahright –Illu]
”Now I think I was going to ask you to leave so, could you please?”
A light came into Silas’s eyes and his bearing changed completely. Wait, did Ed seriously just him to do something without a snide remark or veiled threat? Good Lord, that spell must have him not knowing which way was up or something. The novelty value of Ed being nice to him technically against his will was enough for him to actually smile, albeit in his usual smug fashion. Hah. This was one for the books.
“That was the plan,” he replied lightly, deciding against reminding Edward that his wand was still lying on the floor unattended. “Regardless, you’ll be getting a break from me until after Near Year. Some of us actually have work to do this Christmas. I’ll be seeing you, Edward. Cheerio.” And with a crack like a gunshot just to be obnoxious, Silas disappeared again into thin air, accidentally forgetting he had intended to make off with some scotch on the way out.
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