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25 September 2008 @ 05:19 am
I hit a roadblock so to speak while researching my next target.
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28 August 2008 @ 09:56 pm
I watch and wait.

It all died down in Knockturn and I had gone back to get what I needed, when I spotted someone I recognized.

The wizard that had rushed to Fawcett's aide. I had not Disapparated out of Knockturn Alley, but mainly to another spot to see what would take place.

Saw Finnigan.

Saw the other wizard.

So far, it was far easier to get to the other wizard.

Just need him to come a bit closer...

Ten Minutes Later

I aim a kick at his knee, satisfied I heard a crunch, knowing I broke it. He goes down, and I press him against the dank wall, knife against his throat.

"Fuck, what the hell do you want?"

"I told you," I snarl. "Information. Now. Everything you know. The routine. Friends. Family. The more you tell me, the less likely I'm going to kill you."

"Like hell!"

Fuck. Don't want to kill him yet. Need the information first. I lower my knife, and then knee him in the groin. He goes down again, and I take my knife, his hand. Press his hand against the ground, and shove the knife in his hand.

His yell gets cut off by a wave of my wand, as I silence him.

I grab him by his hair, and yank his head up, taking out another knife from my boot and pressing it hard, but not cutting, against his throat.

"Gonna be a good boy now?" I murmur. In reality I wish this was one of the Finnigan, Fawcett, or Poliakoff. But I have to settle for a mere lapdog really.

"I'll be nice, I promise," I assure him. "Just tell me what I want to know. Okay?"

The pain apparently gets to be too much as he nods.

"I'll undo the spell, but one call out for help or aggressive move, and I'll slit your throat," I warn. "Understood?"

He makes a slight nod again.

I undo the spell, and soon everything I want to know about my newest target spills out of his mouth.

He could have lived... if he hadn't been rude afterwards and called me a few names. So I slit his throat, and then paid some pissant to send an anonymous note to Finnigan and Fawcett about where to find their lapdog.

And then I start working out on how to approach my next target.
Current Mood: deviousdevious
26 August 2008 @ 10:37 pm
I keep my foot on the idiot's throat. The way things are going lately, everyone thinks they can run right over me. Well if I have to make another example, I will. All healed now.. and ready to kill whoever pisses me off.
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Current Location: Knockturn Alley
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
15 August 2008 @ 10:22 am
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Current Location: home
Current Mood: awakeawake
Current Music: Shower running
29 July 2008 @ 11:04 pm
I've been able locate where Lisbon is. But I can't get near.
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Current Location: London
Current Mood: pissed offpissed off
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Current Location: St Mungos, then home
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
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Current Location: home
Current Mood: angryangry
09 June 2008 @ 02:37 pm
My gut is telling me something is wrong.
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Current Mood: uncomfortableuncomfortable
19 May 2008 @ 01:25 pm
It's still NOT healing.
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07 May 2008 @ 01:38 am
It's been almost a month since my little duel with the Poliakoffs.

My ribs are STILL hurting.

None of my healing potions have completely healed the gash on my side, nor the healing spells. It's only partially healed, and it won't heal the rest of way. When I try to, it opens again and bleeds.

It's made me a bit creative with my lab rat. Trying new healing potions. For some reason this one gets hopeful when I give him one. No clue why. He's not going anywhere.

I haven't told Damiano what's wrong with me. I don't think he's noticed... but he will eventually. I'm not ill. I don't feel sick. My movements are limited though. And I've been pouring through every dark arts book I can find.

Whatever spell Poliakoff hit me with, it was a good one. If I can't find it in these books, I'll have to pry it out of him when I fully heal up and take him on again.

This time I'll kill him.
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