orbis unum

' Never said we had to. It’s just                      a comforting thought. ‘

' If it bleeds, we can kill it. '

"I’m just trying to do my shopping —??” Her brows furrowed in confusion. If Melina was attempting to give her some sort of life advice, then Wendy certainly wasn’t catching on.

 ' Oh ?        What are you shopping for ? '

"Clearly you haven’t known her as long as I have," chided Godric, presenting upon his face a look that spoke volumes to just how many times he had been bruised by the vengeance of Hufflepuff.

He broke the expression with a laugh. “Naturally… it’s often been my own fault. Helga is indeed very kind, but I think I have a certain talent for testing everyone’s patience.”

     " there’s this thing called water. washes off the           sticky red shit. invest in some stain removal shit            & make sure to not put anything in the drier before           you get the blood off it — you’re welcome. “

      there was no acknowledgement of the face that she          was being mocked, or that she new she was being mocked.           the girl just nodded at the information. 

        the owl had been strange. it was why he’d paid it mind, had actually warily taken the advice and made sure to scout the location mentioned. and a good thing, too. when he’d skirted the perimeter, he’d found evidence that dark artifacts were being held within the warehouse. it was enough to draw a team down there and storm the place, taking down six smugglers and confiscating an entire warehouse of dark objects. a huge bust, the largest of his career thus far. all thanks to that owl.

        so it came as no surprise when he pursued its source, trying to find the person who’d written him the tip off.

        there had been little to go off of. the letter was entirely insignificant, and in its plainness, offered barest number of clues to the identity of its writer.

        it’s only a combination of immense intellect, years doing this job, and sheer dumb luck that alastor finds the one clue that leads him to her.

       ❛   were ya tha one who wrote meh this letter? ❜

        it’s stupid to ask her this and expect a straight answer. on one hand, if she went to such pains to remain anonymous, she won’t simply admit that she was the one who wrote it. on the other, she may not be the one, but may be a glory hog who would say she’d done it even if she hadn’t. overall, this is stupid. but he has no better plan.

          he was clearly thinking this through much more thoroughly  than she was. at the question, she merely turned around from the rows of shelves holding the tea tins, and blinked at him. careful steps carried her down the stepladder as she brushed off her apron and composed herself with a smile.               " yes, i was. would you like a cup of tea ? "        what an answer to such a vague question.                               what letter ?                     why should he suspect her ?                          how had he found her ?        all these other things ought to have gotten in         the way, but they simply didn't. she brushed        through  them  as if they were cobwebs, that        smile  unwavering. it  was almost as  if  she         had been expecting him.    " perhaps a blend to help you relax ? "

"Something to nibble on," he said plainly, as if nearly offended by the inquiry - but the easy smile that came thereupon indicated that he was only joking. "If I take anything more she might notice - and she’s rather rough with those ladles, you know, I might still have a bruise from last time." Not that that was ever going to deter him when he was hungry.

       " no. it’s just red, sticky liquid shit. wouldn’t            bother me ever. — why, does it bother you?? “

             Emeline detected a hint of sarcasm, if she was not                 mistaken. Could she not simply have it back ?

                  ” Nuair a chailleann mé leo, is féidir liom.”

          No sarcasm had been meant.        Sadie certainly  left her things just lying about,       but she had been told it was not the thing to do.                     Apparently all she needed to make it acceptable             was to say that she had lost it.