01-01-2012, 10:12 AM
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Nero Perseus Ballarat First Year | ☆ Always Potterhead ☆ SSRPG Addict ☆ Coffee Addict ☆ SPOILER!!: Frenchman & girl Quote:
Originally Posted by RachieRu Isobel was glad to be back in level 2. Now she could get rid of her diguise, and sort this man out. She watched with a grin on her face as Wes threw the man into the holding cell. Oh yes, Wes was pretty good at this capturing criminals thing. Iz wandered into the interrogation room, using her wand to remove her disguise as she did so. Pretty perfect. The diguise has worked quite well, but she liked looking her normal self. She smirked as the man took of his disguise, revealing himself to be Wes. What a pleasent surprise.
"I know you're not french Ferguson..." She smirked at him, walking over to the two-way mirror. Perfect. The man was all nicely tied up in there, and she had locked his wand safely in the draw of her desk. No escaping. "Well, I think we did quite well." She mused with a smile. Excellent actually. "He's called Victor, he's pretty much on the wanted list." Hence why she had really wanted to get him in. "I caught him crucioing one of Gabe's officers." Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
"Not French? Oui I must... protest..." Wes started in a French accent, dropping it swiftly as he turned around and saw that his girl had lost her disguise too. He flashed her a wry grin before turning his attention back on their subject. Victor. Well well. Victor wasn't looking so victorious right now, was he?
Wanted list, eh? "So he's looking at an Azkaban sentence already... any idea of what else he's wanted for?" And.... "Which officer?" Wes added softly. "Is he/she okay?" After several minutes, Victor stood up with his hand on the wall supporting him. First, he tried to disapparate, but felt a vibration when he was doing so. Clearly the anti-apparition jinx had been set up. It was obvious because if there was no such protection, criminals could easily escape. But it was worth a try.
Slowly dragging his feet, Victor approached the mirror as he saw his reflection with a bruise just right under his left eye. The man with bright brown hair chuckled, but suddenly let out an angry bawl before he gave a blow on the mirror. The mirror vibrated, but didn't shatter. Bloody MLE! |
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