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Post by Silas Rosier on Nov 13, 2009 14:53:09 GMT 1
Seeing as Caity wants to start a trend of using song titles for threads, I borrow this one from the KKBB soundtrack, because I'm easily just as shameless as she is. XD
There was a saying somewhere that went: ‘Casinos and prostitutes have the same thing in common; they’re both trying to screw you out of your money and send you home with a smile on your face’. Although not entirely accurate as far as Scores was concerned, Silas was still able to get a laugh out of it.
The plan to swap the business from strip club to casino had been sitting on the backburner for the better part of six months. It wasn’t until Dacian’s death six weeks ago that Silas had found enough time to kick-start all the latent plans and get everything moving, albeit on extraordinarily short notice.
Overall, everything had gone relatively smoothly. Or, smoothly enough anyway. The manager would likely disagree, shortly before checking himself into a stress centre. Silas had blitzed through it all with his usual M.O of ‘tell people what I want done and then let them deal with it’ which meant things like staffing, building, licences, finance, marketing and a whole lot more had fallen onto the already over-laden shoulders of everyone around him. And, well, helped along by the liberal dishing of bribes to outside resources to speed things along.
In just five days (magic was wonderfully quick like that) the underground floor previously reserved for the VIP lounges had been enlarged to continue functioning as a strip club, while the rest of the building’s levels had been retrofitted for every type of gambling imaginable from the traditional to the very obviously magical. Well, save for the top floor which was now a restaurant; it was no good if your customers had to leave the building for such silly things as food.
As far as Silas could see the only major downside was that zero income was coming in during the five days. Also, apparently it was illegal to tell the staff to just piss off for a while. They needed something called ‘paid leave’ which was a total joke when the real crime was that he was forced to give them money for dicking around at home. God damn legal restrictions.
The place had reopened a few days ago to a strong turnout and cash was coming in again. The old strip club regulars were still there, and until the casino found its feet it was their money he’d need to be relying on. Massive business expansions were expensive and despite Silas’s fondness of giving the impression of unending wealth, his accounts weren’t exactly bottomless. Money was going to be tight for a while.
But the interesting thing in all of this was that, for once, Dacian was the last thing on Silas’s mind. Really, he had better things to think about. Neither hide nor hair of the bloodsucking parasite had been seen since news of his return. The fact Dacian was still too terrified to show his face was all that Silas needed to convince himself that he’d won. The vampire was scared, hiding; he was nothing but a footnote now. Yes, Silas wasn’t ruling out that he may hunt the pest down again in the future, but only when things slowed down and there was nothing better on the Wireless Network. Certainly not before his little research project was completed at any rate.
Yeah, speaking of that, the whole issue with the casino had put a stopper on that too. Surprisingly there was very little information on Horcruxes anywhere. Really you’d think enough people would have tried to make one for there to be something on them aside from cryptic hints. It was like trying to assemble a puzzle with all the damn pieces missing. There’d been a grand total of one good book on the subject and even that had left him with a huge amount of information on planets and timing to go through. It was getting harder to find the time during leisure hours what with an ever increasing workout schedule, so it looked like he was going to have to set some business time aside.
Hey, no one ever said what he did at work needed to be strictly ‘work’ related. He was going to be buried in piles of parchment either way.
Actually the amount of time he was spending working at all these days was negligible. Why sit in his office going through never ending stacks of paper when he could sit in Jac’s instead and have a lot more fun?
... Ah yes. Jac.
Perhaps the reason he wasn’t thinking about Dacian was because he was too busy thinking about her. There was something that— Scratch that. He wasn’t sure. Just, something about her that had burrowed into his head and would. not. get. out.
Describing his feelings had never been his strong point and that wasn’t about to change now, but... Argh. He had no idea. For once he wasn’t sure about anything and to a man who made it a point to always be in control it was simultaneously maddening and oddly compelling.
It was enough to make his head hurt. When she was out of his sight everything hinged on when he’d see her again, and when she was finally there things just felt— There wasn’t a succinct way to put it. He could ponder all the little details about the way she talked, the way she moved, and how devilish she could be with that tongue in all the right places when she wanted to be, but once he got on that train of thought it was difficult to derail it.
Perhaps that was why he was obsessively looking at his watch every couple of minutes. Jac was due at work soon and it would be better for him than sitting at the bar, nursing a drink like a hundred other saps. Abe had come over to sniff out the new changes to Scores (only satisfied once he knew his favourite dancers were still doing what they did best), and even though the man had left some time ago Silas was still sitting at the same spot, smiling occasionally while lost in thought as his right hand absently traced the same shape over the wood for the thousandth time.
If he had of been a little more self aware he’d have noticed how out of character he’d been lately. He’d been sitting around like this more than usual, which was odd behaviour considering how twitchy he always got when he was forced to be idle for too long and didn’t have a drink in hand. Food was an inconvenience these days and sleep was something he used to do. If anyone had of actually been close enough to him to notice they would have commented a long time ago and perhaps even become a tad concerned.
Silas lifted his hand once more to glance at the inside of his wrist where his watch face usually sat. Time seemed to be crawling unusually slowly today, and if he didn’t know better he’d have sworn someone had placed a jinx on the space-time continuum. Jac might have gotten in already without his notice. Okay, a slim chance, but hey. Worth a shot no?
Silas picked up the tumbler in front of him and sculled the last of the contents before standing up. Just because he was getting on with Jac lately didn’t mean he was going to start paying for his own liquor. With a cursory thanks to the bartender he made his way across the newly refurbished building to where the staff section was located.
Now that Scores was stocking a larger workforce the old staff area had been demolished, rebuilt and enlarged significantly. Jac had been able to exert some of her new influence with him to land herself a rather comfortable new office indeed. His ego wouldn’t let him accept he was probably being taken advantage of here, so instead he was just patting himself on the back for being so generous. It was easier that way.
As usual the noises from the building cut themselves off when the staff door shut and the silencing charms took effect. It hadn’t taken Silas long to adjust to the new decor so he barely even noticed it now as he walked along the now familiar route to Jac’s office. A few turns later, the door to her workplace came into view and the first thing he noticed was that the door was slightly ajar.
Huh. When had she gotten in?
Silas gave the door a nudge and it swung open silently. There was someone in the office alright, but it wasn’t Jac. For some reason there was a man digging around in her files. Silas’s hand was instinctively in his pocket and around his wand before he even managed to stop to wonder who the hell it was. At least he caught himself in time not to draw it — that might get ugly.
The man was outrageously tall, blond, and Silas may have humoured him for the sheer fact he was rather hot if he wasn’t far more concerned with what the man was doing in Jac's office and why. He was dressed the same as the security staff and that was the only reason Silas hadn’t acted on the idea of pulling his wand out blasting him out the window already.
What the fuck was he doing?
“Thirty seconds. Who are you and what are you doing in here?” he barked sharply, his grip tightening on the wand in his pocket just in case the man tried something. “Twenty seven.”
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Post by Christopher Sterling on Dec 7, 2009 18:10:02 GMT 1
Topher knew it was stupid, knew he should be hanging out in Hogsmeade like Adrian had told him to and that he should get on with reading and compiling the seemingly endless case files of vampire intel that he had waiting for him on his desk back at the ministry. This was his first proper case and he couldn’t afford to fuck it up. But so far it was turning out quite a lot like all the other work he’d done as an Auror, which was a whole lot of filing and writing reports and sitting around twiddling his thumbs. They hadn’t staked a single vampire, hell Topher hadn’t even seen a vampire.
Unless you counted the fleeting glimpse of that Vivian chick Adrian had told him about when they’d met up in the Hog’s Head once. Topher didn’t count it, not at all; she was the least vampirey vampire he’d ever seen. She hadn’t even hissed when he’d ordered peanuts with garlic and the Australian bartender had given him a funny look. What a bust that meeting had been, Adrian had told him that since the vampire coven in town seemed content to lay low and he had a lot of Christmas homework to mark that the two of them had very little official work to do, unless Topher wanted access to the school library to do some additional research. Topher had no intention of spending his time in a library, so he’d been forced to take on his own case. It would all be worth it when he took down Rosier and became the hero of the department. He could already picture Potter give him an award, a raise and a promotion... And maybe a hug.
Convincing Rickie to get him into Scores hadn’t been hard; the man was a total pushover now, and the inevitable chaos that rearranging a business brought had given him the perfect opportunity to snoop around. Topher had been quite taken with the thought of being a dealer in the casino, a certain suave sophistication came with such a profession and it was wicked cool the way they could do all those snazzy card tricks, but he quickly realised he wasn’t nearly so nimble with his hands. He couldn’t shuffle without spreading all the cards out onto the table and the only game he knew all the rules for was exploding snap. So in the end he’d settled for being one of the security staff, not an official employee, but on enough of the right documents to allow him the freedom to wander around without raising suspicion straight away.
At the first opportunity he’d abandoned his assigned post at the door and wandered into the staff area. If he was going to find any dirt on Rosier it was hardly going to be on a document marked “Top Secret Evil Scheme” behind the bar, Topher would have to be smart about this. He had absolutely no luck getting into the man’s office and even prodding at the handle-less surface with his wand had yielded no results, which only confirmed his belief that the man was hiding something. Perhaps the company’s financial records would tell him something, funding evil was expensive and the money had to come from somewhere. Besides he’d seen the accountant shouting at one of the dancers when he’d been convincing Rickie that helping him would be a good idea and she was hot in an eat-you-alive way so he wouldn’t mind running into her and testing out his undercover skills.
Topher found it much easier to get into Jac’s office, a few medium level unlocking spells later and he was in, aimlessly rifling through the files on the desk and still secretly hoping for one marked “Top Secret Evil Scheme”. Then he heard the gruffly accusing voice behind him and he spun, putting his hands up on instinct although the man in the doorway wasn’t actually pointing a wand at him. The man was none other than Silas Rosier, more handsome in person and with a ridiculously tidy goatee. (If Topher was capable of growing proper facial hair he might have asked for tips.)
”Chillax dude!” He said with an easy shrug before Silas could count down any further. ”Um, I work here.” Topher went for total confidence in his lie, feeling secure in the backup that his ‘borrowed’ security jacket provided. He was, however, forced to glance down at the nametag pinned jauntily to his breast pocket to remember his undercover name. ”Chris Turley.” He made a little face at the more common shortening of his name. ”Paranoid much?” Okay so calling his accuser paranoid probably wasn’t the best way to put him at ease, but geeze if this wasn’t proof that he was hiding some seriously illegal activities then Topher didn’t know what was.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Dec 9, 2009 13:09:53 GMT 1
. . . .If the man putting his hands up in surrender wasn’t proof he was up to something, then Silas didn’t know what was.
. . . .“Um, I work here,” the blond replied, going for complete confidence in his delivery. However, there was a small but obvious inconsistency in his choice of excuse: the security staff were assigned places in the casino to look after, and they were supposed to stay there. Whatever this guy was doing was definitely not a part of his job description.
. . . .“Ah, my mistake,” Silas replied with a false cheeriness. “I didn’t know you were working as Jac’s personal feng shui advisor. Love what you’ve done with her files. There are easier ways to get promoted to clerical assistant than breaking into her office and searching the financial records you know,” he continued, tone steadily darkening.
. . . .There was no other explanation. Jac couldn’t have given him permission to enter because Jac wasn’t even here yet. He should know – he’d been the one checking his watch like crazy waiting for her to show up before finally running out of patience. He also knew full well her office was magically sealed too, so there was no way this idiot could have blundered in thinking he’d found the bathroom.
. . . .“Paranoid much?”
. . . .Silas gave a scathing little huff. It wasn’t paranoia, it was caution, and there was no such thing as having too much of it. Being on this level of constant vigilance guard was the only thing that had kept him simultaneously alive and out of jail for over twenty years – he wasn’t about to stop with it now.
. . . .Not to mention, Jac had a bit of a track record for being attacked outside her office. Memories of the night the vampire had ambushed her in the staff hallway rose mind. This idiot was entirely too tanned to be a vampire, but Silas had still felt a surge of protectiveness that he wasn’t used to upon the sight of him lurking.
. . . .The man had a point anyway. Sort of. Flies with sugar instead of vinegar and all that. Or was it honey? “Not if they’re really out to get you,” he replied a little grumpily before eyeing the way he stranger still had both hands in the air. “Put your hands down, I’m not going to jinx you,” he added. That didn’t mean he was letting go of the wand in his pocket through. He didn’t trust this asshole in the slightest.
. . . .It was entirely possible this ‘Chris’ did work at Scores. All the new employees had been handled by the new human resources department and not Silas personally, so he barely knew any of them just by facial recognition, let alone names. That was all the more reason to march right back to investigate the employee files when this was over to see if there really was a ‘Chris Turley’ working. Why did the jackass also have to be tall? Silas had always taken issue with people taller than him; it was hard to look authoritative when you had to look up at someone. The height suited the man, but that didn’t exactly make Silas feel any better about it.
. . . .His question still wasn’t answered. “What are you doing in here?” he asked again, trying to make less irritation obvious in the question this time.
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Post by Christopher Sterling on Jan 4, 2010 2:41:13 GMT 1
Topher gave a little satisfied nod, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he appeared to be off the hook. Except he had no bloody clue what the hell feng shui was and he’d been convinced this was that finance chick’s office so he wasn’t sure why they were now talking about some Jack dude. Not to mention Silas still kind of pissed off, the hint of a threat still very much present in his tone. Wait... Jack was a girl? His brow furrowed into a confused frown, which he hoped he could pass off as the uncertainty of a new employee. This undercover business was hard! No wonder the department gathered weeks of intel before they sent anybody in.
Apparently he hadn’t dropped the files he’d been poking through quickly enough either. ”I wasn’t rifling!” Topher denied; aiming for righteous indignation as he figured a legitimate worker wouldn’t be too pleased about being accused of snooping. ”I didn’t break in either, the door was open.” He lied quickly, sounding almost as defensive as Silas did about the paranoia comment. He just had to hope the casino owner didn’t decide to check what the last incantations cast by his wand had been. That would rather give the game away.
”Thanks dude.” Topher was slightly relieved as Silas assured him he wasn’t about to get jinxed. Not that he could trust the word of a dark wizard, but it would be a bit odd if he just stood there with his hands still in the air. Instead he took the assurance as an invitation to relax and generally make himself at home by dropping into the chair behind the desk. There was no reason he shouldn’t be comfortable while he was practically interrogated. Because Silas clearly wasn’t going to just let it go. Security at Scores Casino was much tighter than at the ministry, where nobody questioned what he was doing, so long as he had his wand, which acted as a kind of all access pass.
”I’m looking for a form.” He explained, making up a story on the fly that might explain why he needed to be in the finance office. ”I think it might be on greenish parchment, or orange, I dunno.” Topher shrugged, throwing an easy grin in Silas’s direction. ”Anyway I need to fill it in so that everything’s all sorted for you to pay me. I probably should have done it before I started, but paperwork drives me fuckin’ crazy, you know?” Once he got going he found the lie easier, chatting away like Silas was an old friend and hoping to distract the man from the fact that he had no idea what he was talking about. ”There’s a reason I’m in security and not finance. Chicks dig bouncers too.”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jan 17, 2010 8:52:10 GMT 1
What the fu—
Apparently the man took ‘hands down’ to mean ‘take a seat’. Silas’s brow furrowed as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. Who the fuck did this idiot think he was? It wasn’t his fucking living-room. Irritation curled up quickly inside his chest and the “Stand up,” he ordered – although calm – was by no means genial. Get the fuck off Jac’s chair.
Turley’s tale would have been a brilliant lie. It really would. You know, aside from the fact Scores’ forms weren't colour coded (although that was a very good idea and he’d have to look into that) and even then, such a thing ought to be in the human resources office, not here. It couldn’t have been clearer if you used an engorgement charm that this idiot didn’t have the slightest clue about how the place ran.
That, and Jac never left her office unlocked while she was out. Period. He wasn’t buying that one for a second.
Just who the hell was this fuck? He’d already ruled out vampire (unless they’d started using spray-tans), so who did that leave with a penchant for pissing him off?
Well, there were Aurors, but that didn’t make any fucking sense either since he hadn’t actually done anything to piss them off yet recently.
Silas stiffened for a second. They couldn’t have linked him back to the affairs in New Yo—? No. He’d covered his tracks and Aurors tended to be smarter than this idiot. Which left... okay, well, shit. He couldn’t remember anyone he owed money to who might be sending mooks after him, so who the hell did that leave?
Journalist? No.
Silas was just on the verge of opening his mouth to catch the stranger out before he stopped himself. No, wait. Why bother? More fun to just throw him some more rope and let him hang himself with it. He wouldn’t get anything out of the man if he put him on the defensive anyway.
“You’re in the wrong spot, for starters,” Silas answered, adopting a more neutral tone. “This is where we keep the copies, you’ll want human resources down the hall for a blank sheet. I’ll help you get set up.” He took a step to the side away from the door, wary hand still on the wand in his pocket. “You’ve talked to McLachlan have you? I heard all the newbies were being forwarded there. They were always lax on paperwork; remind me to have a word to them.”
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Post by Christopher Sterling on Feb 22, 2010 0:46:25 GMT 1
Apparently making himself comfortable in the chair behind the desk had been the wrong move and Topher gave a half sigh as he slouched to his feet, somehow managing to look more at ease on his feet than he had sprawled carelessly in the seat. Geeze was this Rosier dude tetchy, if he wasn’t rich, ridiculously handsome and the owner of a profitable strip club come casino Topher would have said he seriously needed to get laid. ”Take a chill pill amigo.” He said with a little shrug. ”Didn’t realize sitting was a crime now.” Okay so sassing the guy who was meant to be his boss and who was perfectly entitled to be questioning his presence in an off-limits office probably wasn’t the best idea, but he never had been very good at keeping his mouth shut.
Topher was beginning to worry that Silas wasn’t going to buy his story, he still looked majorly pissed off (but that might just be the set of his face, it had taken Topher a while to figure that Adrian wasn’t permanently annoyed, he just liked appearing stoic or some shit) and he was spending an awfully long time frowning at him and not saying anything. But then the suspicion seemed to melt away and when Silas spoke again he didn’t sound like he was inches away from committing some kind of unforgivable curse on Topher for breaking and entering. Although if he did that would make Topher’s job a hell of a lot easier.
Still, fucking A, baby! Score one for the Tophernator; undercover auror extraordinaire. He only just managed to stop himself from pumping his fist in the air in triumph and doing a victory dance across the room. In Saeros’s face, not ready for undercover, eh? The internal celebration aside Topher did a fairly good job of keeping the jubilation off his face, opting instead for a sheepish grin. ”Really, man, I’m such a dunce!” He said, finding playing the good-natured idiot perhaps a little too easy. ”No wonder I couldn’t find the right documents. My mum always said I’d hold my wand the wrong way if it didn’t have a handle.”
Despite still being on a high from his triumph of a cover story he didn’t relax entirely. Three years of training had at the very least taught him a few things. Don’t trust the mark, stick to the cover story and if you aren’t sure keep it as vague as possible. There was no point bogging himself down in endless details he might forget. ”McLachlan?” He shrugged again. ”I dunno, man, I just have to stand by a door and look big enough that nobody wants to mess with me or your business, yanno?”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Mar 29, 2010 14:21:09 GMT 1
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“That’s alright,” Silas replied, relaxing the grip on his wand for the first time. He was at least half certain now that Turley wasn’t going to kill him just yet, so he settled for taking his hand out of his wandpocket and just hooking his thumb into it.
If the man actually was an employee he surely had to win some sort of dumbfuck award. Starting work when there wasn’t even a way to get paid yet? Genius move. “We’ll have to take a moment to get you set up then,” Silas continued, trying to hurriedly work out another way to catch him out. “The Ministry’ll have my arse if you’re working here and not on any official records. It probably violates some workplace law knowing my luck. Besides, I’m sure you want to get paid for this week.”
Silas took a sideways step towards the door, coming to a haphazard decision about the next course of action. “Tell me who you did talk to and we’ll go cross-check your wand to see where your paperwork ended up.” Even if he couldn’t provide a name, if Turley worked at Scores he’d show up on the records no problem. Otherwise, he had a lot of explaining to do.
“We’re still not completely in order after the renovations, hope you understand,” he sighed apologetically and made a half-shrugging sort of hand-gesture. “Shocking state of affairs I know. I apologise we didn’t get it organised sooner. We should be up and running properly in a few days, and until then, this’ll speed up the process for you.”
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Post by Christopher Sterling on Mar 29, 2010 16:19:44 GMT 1
”Really?” Topher said perking up considerably, apart from being totally paranoid and probably a dark wizard Silas didn’t seem all that bad a guy. If he was this willing to help all his employees get all set up then he had dedication and a personal touch that Topher could appreciate. His smile dropped a little as he realised that if Silas did walk him through the steps of getting on the payroll then he’d very quickly realise that Chris Turley wasn’t actually employed by the casino at all.
”I sure do!” He agreed, trying to sound enthusiastic at the prospect of getting paid rather than more than a little concerned that he’d just landed himself in some deep shit. ”The Ministry can be a stickler for rules, right?” Topher tried, stalling for time and also kind of hoping he might get lucky. Catching Silas out by tricking him into admitting he’d bypass a few employment laws in his supposedly legitimate business would make his job a hell of a lot easier. ”My uncle got into a shitload of trouble for not using the proper soundproofing spells on his shop.” He’d heard that sharing a story of a similar nature could encourage trust. It was also true, except the only reason it had even become an issue was because Topher had snuck in late with a girlfriend one evening and knocked over a potted mandrake.
”Cross-check my wand?” Topher asked, unable to keep the nervous concern out of his tone. Bollocks! Rickie might have been able to sneak his name onto a couple of staff shift rotas, but he wouldn’t have been able to get his wand logged into the security system. Perhaps namedropping the bartender would get him in the clear, but if it didn’t then he’d get Rickie fired for sure. ”Uhh...” He played up his best stupid smile, likely playing dumb was something he was all too good at. ”Will I need my wand for that? Because now would probably be a good time to tell you I forgot it.” Topher winced, wondering how far he could push his luck. Silas didn’t seem like the type to tolerate stupidity for long.
”I was making toast this morning with it, but I guess I got a little too enthusiastic with the incendio charm and before I knew it the smoke-detection spell on my apartment was going off and I guess I left it on the side.” He had a whole arsenal of stupid stories and excuses just like that one; you couldn’t get through seven years at Hogwarts and do as little homework as Topher had without them. ”I just didn’t want to be late for my first day, pretty sweet place you’ve got going here.” He said, deciding that a little flattery wouldn’t go amiss either.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Mar 29, 2010 17:15:13 GMT 1
There was a definite note of worry in Turley’s voice when he repeated what Silas said about crosschecking. For a moment Silas thought he had him stumped. But then...
“... I forgot it.”
... What the hell.
Bull to the shit. There was no way he could have gotten into the office without a wand; that’s what the goddamn locks were for. Silas had set up his own defences around Jac’s office after the vampire attack. They weren’t as powerful as the ones guarding his, but even though a wizard might get through it, a vampire and an unarmed man most certainly could not.
Turley’s excuse as to how it happened wasn’t exactly holding much water either.
“And you didn’t use your wand to freeze the alarm or blow the smoke away?” Silas asked automatically, unable to keep the incredulity out of his voice. No. Seriously. What. Did Turley really think that excuse was going to work? Who the hell did he think he was fooling?
Alright, you know what? Screw it. Silas was highly tempted to keep this going just to see how many excuses the man could come up with.
“You know what, never mind,” Silas said, a measured amount of fatigue with the situation creeping into his tone. “I’m not sure how you planned to work without a wand, but at least you got commitment to the job. It’s not a bad thing. Don’t worry.”
“Let’s think...” Silas looked at the back wall without seeing it, running a hand through his hair as though trying to come up with a solution. “And you couldn’t—” Silas cut himself off before proposing the ridiculously obvious solution of just floo-powdering home to get it. Letting the man out of the building was definitely not on the agenda.
“—You have no idea who hired you? All the staff are in today so we can just find whoever it was, get everything confirmed, fetch your file, do the paperwork and we can check your wand against the system tomorrow. It’d be the person you mailed your contract to.”
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Post by Christopher Sterling on Mar 31, 2010 10:08:50 GMT 1
Topher had always been under the impression that dark wizards were supposed to be, well... dark. If Silas was as bad a mofo as the things that his file said he was rumoured to have been involved in suggested then he was doing a remarkable job of hiding it. Topher knew for a fact he could be pretty annoying, especially when he was trying to worm his way out of something and had decided that trying to overwhelm people with excessively pointless verbal diarrhoea was the way to go about it. People had been known to be close to blowing a fuse by this point in the conversation, but Silas just seemed incredulous and really no closer to snapping and avarda kedavraing Topher's butt for being a moron.
”Wow, dude! I totally didn't think of that.” He said with a suitable amount of awe in his tone, he'd have to make a mental note to look up a freezing charm later, it would probably save his neighbours a lot of headaches. ”Woulda saved me a lot of time jumping about with a tea towel like an imbecile trying to clear the smoke away. I guess that's why you're the boss of the most successful business in the magical Britain and I'm just the door guy, you're like a genius or something.” Topher was still fairly convinced that Silas's success was the result of a whole lot of funding from a whole bunch of illegal side-ventures, but bringing that up probably wouldn't help matters much.
Silas cut himself off before he could finish a sentence and Topher was fairly certain he'd just lost his one and only chance at a 'get out of breaking and entering free' card. One thing that was starting to worry him was how persistent Silas was being. Nobody was actually that helpful, were they? This was definitely a first-hand lesson in why establishing a cover before just leaping in head first was important. He'd never complain about having to memorise facts back at the ministry again. And he wasn't really sure why they had to have this discussion standing up, there were two perfectly good chairs in the room. Considering how badly sitting down had gone last time Topher wisely decided that leaning against the desk was as he was going to get and he coupled the movement with a slouchy shrug in answer to Silas's exasperated statement.
”I dunno, magic should be a last resort anyway and I was hoping not to meet any last resort situations on my first day.” Topher said hopefully. If there was one thing he knew about it was protocol for security personnel, he was an Auror after all. ”I heard some security guy got sued for using a stupefy spell because the burglar got concussion when he fell and hit his head on the thing he was trying to steal.” So far all his attempts to distract Silas with random chatter had failed, but it was really the only defence he had. Unless... If things looked really dire he could try offering to floo home and get his wand and get the hell out of there.
”Wait!” He tried to look like he'd just remembered something as Silas asked him if he knew the name of who'd hired him. ”The guy wrote it down for me with his contact details on a scrap of parchment.” Topher made a show of patting down his pockets, shoving his hand into one and drawing out a handful of knuts, lint and and a particularly fluffy looking boiled sweet. ”Not that it matters, his handwriting was terrible.” He griped about the imaginary piece paper that was the answer to all their woes as he picked carefully through the mess he'd left on Jac's desk for the coins. Every knut counted. ”Maybe he was a healer in a past life or something, they can't write for shit. Oh well, I think I left that at home too, not like I thought I'd need it what with me being in the building today.”
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