Witch Hunt

[Vetenskapsman]

"Not too many wizards going out to be mechanics," he commented, "Where does he set up shop that he gets enough business selling cars to wizards?" Perhaps I should pay him a visit, Victor finished, keeping the last bit in the safety of his thoughts. Then again, she started saying something about a little shop but stopped... perhaps she already knows better. I'm being too obvious. He started anxiously tapping his foot against the floor, but softly enough as that no one would notice.

 

[AntleredWolf]

"He only does it part time as a hobby. Like muggle's say: If it's something you love, you'll never work a day in your life. As for 'where he sets up shop', that is for me to know. I'm not one to give my enemy the upper hand, not that you're my enemy personally--more the Ministry's." She picked up on his anxiousness as he tapped his foot, "I'm not going to kill you, don't let your nerves get you. Unless, you make me have to--I really don't want to. I didn't kill the imbecile in the trunk, did I?"

 

[Vetenskapsman]

She thinks she can kill me. She underestimates me yet again, Victor thought, which may give me an advantage at some point. It's also quite useful she points out whenever she picks up on something... unless she starts arbitrating that, using it to her advantage. All of that tucked away into the back of his mind, he simply replied, "No, I suppose you didn't. However, that won't stop you from throwing me into Azkaban , now, will it?" There was bitterness in tone, but it wasn't overbearing. He had to show some restraint. It was going to be hard to get the upper hand on her though: She was so peskily observant. He just needed to wait for the right moment. It couldn't be where a stab in the back was expected, somewhere where it would be too easy, as that would probably be a trap. It would have to quick, cunning, and unexpected.

 

[AntleredWolf]

Lyssa rolled her eyes, "You Deatheaters serious have not hope or motivation for hope towards a brighter future." She laughed, "Azkaban is for smucks who have no mind--that are completely brainwashed and they kill for fun's sake. Like Bellatrix Lestrange. So, either you can catch me off guard again, which you might. You would most certainly have the upper hand, two against one. Claire is just a car, you've got a wand and a house elf."


"Honestly, I'm an only child. I'm worth my weight to the right people, I'm a Minstry-Brat, if one chose to call me as such. Here's the kicker though, you don't know my name. Occlumency is something I am very good at," she drummed the steering wheel and started to hum to herself as she placed her wand back behind her ear.

 

[Vetenskapsman]

"Tell me then, if you're so altruistic as you claim, where exactly are we going?" he jabbed cynically, expecting an uncomfortable silence or a lie, or perhaps an unsavory mixture of the two. She had a point about the house elf and the wand though. It was two against one, at least until they got to wherever they were going, which, in all likelihood, was crawling with Ministry workers. "If you wouldn't be so kind as to grant me that enlightenment, then I would ask that we quickly find somewhere to pull over. After all, for all I know, I'm walking right into my prison sentence."

 

[AntleredWolf]

"Well, we're going to a place I like to call home, but sadly I haven't been there in a while. This case has kept me quite busy, it's not any sort of trap. Perhaps your house elf, would like the company of another whilst we discus. Penelope was freed many years ago, but she's kind of a roommate to me. There won't be Ministry workers, just me."


Once Claire passed under the bridge, Lyssa cloaked the car and pulled another toggle which made the car fly, "If a prison sentence involves tea and a meal in my home then well--I guess you're in for a death sentence." She laughed, "I'm giving you a fair chance, if you run--you run and I will have to find you again. I can't promise I will be as nice though."

 

[Vetenskapsman]

"I'll play along," Victor muttered, keeping the words just intelligible enough for the Auror to understand. "Try not to get too friendly with anyone when we're there, Gartley," he continued incisively. The house elf simply nodded, his head rested in a humble bow. The death eater returned a nod, following which, Gartley raised his head once more, as though he had been waiting for that approval. Several minutes later the house finally came into sight as dark, gray clouds crept into the horizon, threatening to smother the brilliant, midday sun.

 

[AntleredWolf]

The house in an of itself was marvelous, quite empty but all hers to say the least. She pulled Claire into the driveway, Claire hauled of her own accord, and spat the keys from her ignition into Lyss's lap. Lyssa got out and closed her door behind herself. She loved that she lived in such a lovely home, and it was good to be back. The house itself was on the outskirts of town, so not many muggles came out that way.


Penelope appeared out of thin air, ran and jumped into Lyssa's arms. Lyssa hugged her close, "You're home, you're home! Oh, how I have missed you." She peered over Lyssa's shoulder at the other elf and man as they got out of the car, "Who are they?"


"That is Victor and Gartley. Victor and I have some things to discus. Perhaps you'll accompany Gartley and get him something to eat and drink?"


Penelope's mouth spread into a lovely smile as she hopped down and made her way over to Gartley. She held her hand out to the other elf, "I would love to! I made cookies, would you like some?"

 

[Vetenskapsman]

Victor looked with appall at such a display of affection between a mere elf and a wizard. His scowl faded as the Auror looked back toward him, a perhaps vain attempt to keep conflict to a minimum. Penelope was quick to offer Gartley hospitality on Lyssa's command, prompting another look of disapproval, this time more ill-concealed but with a complete lack of attention from his servant, who hastily and graciously accepted the other elf's offer with an excessive display of enthusiastic nodding. Fine. "Go on, Gartley," he said, the venom in his voice narrowly disguised in a thin, but sweet tone-coating. The pitiful gray creature looked at him incredulously, unsure as to whether or not he should accept Penelope's offer after all. Nonetheless, Gartley bowed his head to the death eater and fled into the house. "I presume we'll be following them in," Victor said, withdrawn from his usual bitterness.