Right and Wrong
Feb 11, 2017 8:54:21 GMT
Post by Alexandra 'Alex' Jäger on Feb 11, 2017 8:54:21 GMT
December 17, 2003 - Ministry of Magic, Creature task force interrogation room
Alex has killed her father while trying to protect Remus from him. To establish an alibi, she and Remus go to the Ministry.
Alex has killed her father while trying to protect Remus from him. To establish an alibi, she and Remus go to the Ministry.
Alex felt like she was in a daze. She paced back and forth in the small interrogation room, barely paying any mind to Remus sitting across the table. It didn’t feel real. How could any of this be real? She could remember what had happened. The scuffle in Remus’ home. Throwing the knife. Staring down at her father’s body. The memories were there, but it was like she was watching them from far away. Like they belonged to someone else. Her father had strode confidently into the jaws of hell more times than Alex could count. He was untouchable, unkillable. And yet somehow he was dead.
Her hand hit against the chair as she passed it, and the clink made her look down. Right. She was wearing his ring. She had grabbed it in the rush, sliding it onto her finger before disposing of the body. Only now as she held up her hand did she realize there were flecks of blood on the Warwick crest. The only sign of what had happened tonight. They had used magic to remove the blood from Alex’s hands and Remus’ floor after she dealt with the body. It was a task Alex had performed often enough. One that hadn’t required any thought. In fact, she had been remarkably calm as she told Remus her hastily constructed plan. They needed an alibi. A place they could both prove they had been for whenever someone noticed Nicholas was missing. So Alex had made a show of hauling Remus into the creature task force to interrogate. It had seemed the safest route. Remus would be an obvious suspect, even if it was only for political reasons, but everyone knew Alex had a bone to pick with him. No one would ever expect her to be covering for him.
Or to be her father’s killer. Bits and pieces of the evening’s events flashed before Alex’s eyes almost as if they were in technicolor. Small details suddenly becoming larger than life. Her wand clattering across the floor. Her back hitting the wall. No! The hilt in her hand. The knife in the air. The blade in her father’s neck. His empty eyes meeting her. Blood on the carpet. On his ring. On her hands. There was blood everywhere. Her father’s blood. Too much of it. He was dead. Cold. Burned to ash. Alex had killed him.
She had killed him. The numbness disappeared as suddenly as if someone had thrown a switch. Emotion rushed in, a flood so strong it knocked the air from Alex’s lungs. She had killed her own father to save a werewolf. The weight of it was too much to handle. In a sudden surge of rage (at herself or her father, she really didn’t know), Alex slammed her fist into the wall. The room was spelled to prevent eavesdropping, so no one outside would know. But the motion didn’t help. If anything, it just made things worse. So she did it again. And again. And again.
The touch of a hand yanked her mind back to the interrogation room. Alex jerked away hard. She didn’t deserve comfort. And she didn’t want it either, especially not from him. Not right now. Not when he was so mixed up in all this. Instead she put her back to the wall and let herself slide down it until she was sitting on the wall. Her vision was blurry. She didn’t really know why. And there was literal blood on her hand now. Not much. A few small patches forming on her knuckles. But it seemed appropriate after what she had done tonight. Alex touched the broken skin with her thumb before leaning her head back against the wall, not particularly caring if a tear or two managed to slide free. She didn’t know what to say. Hell, after tonight, she didn’t even know who she was. It was all she could do just to sit here in silence and breathe.
Remus Lupin
(I said I would start this plot forever ago, and then life happened. But I figured I would start this for now, and then if Gen wants when she has time we can do the actual fight thread. Also, if you feel like throwing Ezra in a few posts down the line, him coming to confront Alex or something could be a good way for him to find out what really happened. Up to you.)
Her hand hit against the chair as she passed it, and the clink made her look down. Right. She was wearing his ring. She had grabbed it in the rush, sliding it onto her finger before disposing of the body. Only now as she held up her hand did she realize there were flecks of blood on the Warwick crest. The only sign of what had happened tonight. They had used magic to remove the blood from Alex’s hands and Remus’ floor after she dealt with the body. It was a task Alex had performed often enough. One that hadn’t required any thought. In fact, she had been remarkably calm as she told Remus her hastily constructed plan. They needed an alibi. A place they could both prove they had been for whenever someone noticed Nicholas was missing. So Alex had made a show of hauling Remus into the creature task force to interrogate. It had seemed the safest route. Remus would be an obvious suspect, even if it was only for political reasons, but everyone knew Alex had a bone to pick with him. No one would ever expect her to be covering for him.
Or to be her father’s killer. Bits and pieces of the evening’s events flashed before Alex’s eyes almost as if they were in technicolor. Small details suddenly becoming larger than life. Her wand clattering across the floor. Her back hitting the wall. No! The hilt in her hand. The knife in the air. The blade in her father’s neck. His empty eyes meeting her. Blood on the carpet. On his ring. On her hands. There was blood everywhere. Her father’s blood. Too much of it. He was dead. Cold. Burned to ash. Alex had killed him.
She had killed him. The numbness disappeared as suddenly as if someone had thrown a switch. Emotion rushed in, a flood so strong it knocked the air from Alex’s lungs. She had killed her own father to save a werewolf. The weight of it was too much to handle. In a sudden surge of rage (at herself or her father, she really didn’t know), Alex slammed her fist into the wall. The room was spelled to prevent eavesdropping, so no one outside would know. But the motion didn’t help. If anything, it just made things worse. So she did it again. And again. And again.
The touch of a hand yanked her mind back to the interrogation room. Alex jerked away hard. She didn’t deserve comfort. And she didn’t want it either, especially not from him. Not right now. Not when he was so mixed up in all this. Instead she put her back to the wall and let herself slide down it until she was sitting on the wall. Her vision was blurry. She didn’t really know why. And there was literal blood on her hand now. Not much. A few small patches forming on her knuckles. But it seemed appropriate after what she had done tonight. Alex touched the broken skin with her thumb before leaning her head back against the wall, not particularly caring if a tear or two managed to slide free. She didn’t know what to say. Hell, after tonight, she didn’t even know who she was. It was all she could do just to sit here in silence and breathe.
Remus Lupin
(I said I would start this plot forever ago, and then life happened. But I figured I would start this for now, and then if Gen wants when she has time we can do the actual fight thread. Also, if you feel like throwing Ezra in a few posts down the line, him coming to confront Alex or something could be a good way for him to find out what really happened. Up to you.)
