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sweetpinkpixie · 12-17-2018, 05:16 PM

This was more than simply playing with fire, January Bones. You were playing with Fiendfyre. Call it partly paternal instinct if you will, but Charles Hollingberry was having absolutely none of it.

He still could not quite shake the unsettling feeling that all this was going on right under his nose, and two Aurors at that. "Should I also assume that McCullough is unaware that two of his aurors are on rotation here on level one?" he asked rhetorically as he took that seat and made no real attempt at appearing relaxed. No ankle propped up on his other knee, no arm around the back of the chair, no nothing. Just sitting with his arms resting on his knees and fingers knotted together as he looked at the letters now spread out on the table in front of him.

".....Who will guard the guards themselves?" he read aloud while translating the Latin. "or ... Who watches the watchers?" His brow knit and he released a gruff huff in his discomfort. "Was that not a sort of catchphrase of the Cult of Walpurgis?" Charles had been a reporter for the Daily Prophet during their reign of terror and had certain vivid recollections of his daughter becoming uncomfortably close with the ring leader of that organization. "Though...I fail to see a motivation for this kind of behavior given their previous objectives."

...but still.

"Good," he grunted. No more secrets was music to his ears in this situation while the rest of her reasoning he let bounce like water off a duck's back. "We will consider this a lesson learned and leave all excuses and other reasoning in the past."

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sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,966 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf This was more than simply playing with fire, January Bones. You were playing with Fiendfyre. Call it partly paternal instinct if you will, but Charles Hollingberry was having absolutely none of it. He still could not quite shake the unsettling feeling that all this was going on right under his nose, and two Aurors at that. "Should I also assume that McCullough is unaware that two of his aurors are on rotation here on level one?" he asked rhetorically as he took that seat and made no real attempt at appearing relaxed. No ankle propped up on his other knee, no arm around the back of the chair, no nothing. Just sitting with his arms resting on his knees and fingers knotted together as he looked at the letters now spread out on the table in front of him. ".....Who will guard the guards themselves?" he read aloud while translating the Latin. "or ... Who watches the watchers?" His brow knit and he released a gruff huff in his discomfort. "Was that not a sort of catchphrase of the Cult of Walpurgis?" Charles had been a reporter for the Daily Prophet during their reign of terror and had certain vivid recollections of his daughter becoming uncomfortably close with the ring leader of that organization. "Though...I fail to see a motivation for this kind of behavior given their previous objectives." ...but still. "Good," he grunted. No more secrets was music to his ears in this situation while the rest of her reasoning he let bounce like water off a duck's back. "We will consider this a lesson learned and leave all excuses and other reasoning in the past." __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like