Smells Like Wet Dog
Oct 30, 2016 19:29:42 GMT
Post by Nicholas Warwick on Oct 30, 2016 19:29:42 GMT
Bantering with his offspring was all very well and good, but Nicholas didn't hang around the Ministry just to keep his darling daughter on his side. He had a purpose far beyond family ties- vengeance. Justice. Cleansing, the world of its sins (if sins were furry, vicious and undeniably monstrous). The events of the past months were more evidence to support his belief that the Wizarding world was going to the dogs, and Nicholas was understandably looking forward to the events of the next week, when the Werewolf Registration Act settled into place and he could start going after werewolves with a vengeance... but this time, legally.
The Minister had been hard at work, shaking up the complacent masses with a few nicely worded letters, and Nicholas was merely following the trail she'd set - right to this cozy little pub in the middle of Hogsmeade. The town was quaint, despite its recent thrashing, and friendly, despite the fact that there was at least one, if not more, werewolves working in its midst. How appearances could be deceiving.
Nicholas stalked into the bar, sending a ripple of silence out from his entrance as the patrons paused to look up at him - a large, unfriendly man whose face clearly told of unwavering confidence and an ability to take on anyone or anything in this room. He headed straight to the bar, where some young women were working, and pulled a piece of paper from his sleeve, placing it ever so gently on the polished wood. He waited until he had their attention, and said in a dangerously friendly voice, "I hear that you might have a pest problem," as he leaned on the bar, the Enforcer badge on his jacket catching the light just so. "The Minister herself is concerned, so I thought I might check in." The paper was a little reminder, a pamphlet on the Creature Registration Act - a friendly little notice, if you will.
@winter, though other shop staff are welcome to join after she has replied.
The Minister had been hard at work, shaking up the complacent masses with a few nicely worded letters, and Nicholas was merely following the trail she'd set - right to this cozy little pub in the middle of Hogsmeade. The town was quaint, despite its recent thrashing, and friendly, despite the fact that there was at least one, if not more, werewolves working in its midst. How appearances could be deceiving.
Nicholas stalked into the bar, sending a ripple of silence out from his entrance as the patrons paused to look up at him - a large, unfriendly man whose face clearly told of unwavering confidence and an ability to take on anyone or anything in this room. He headed straight to the bar, where some young women were working, and pulled a piece of paper from his sleeve, placing it ever so gently on the polished wood. He waited until he had their attention, and said in a dangerously friendly voice, "I hear that you might have a pest problem," as he leaned on the bar, the Enforcer badge on his jacket catching the light just so. "The Minister herself is concerned, so I thought I might check in." The paper was a little reminder, a pamphlet on the Creature Registration Act - a friendly little notice, if you will.
@winter, though other shop staff are welcome to join after she has replied.
