Post by stebbins on Jun 9, 2009 1:58:02 GMT 1
t r a d e your d e m i s e for m i n e
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The little pub reeked of cigarette smoke and was almost too noisy for him to stand, but Geoffrey ignored it as best he could. The was a football game playing on the televisions set in every corner of the little hole-in-the-wall and the favored team was up -- or rather it seemed that way because there wasn’t an enormous to-do from everyone in the place when a goal was scored. Geoffrey sniffed and rolled his eyes. There was no entertainment to be found in such a simple venture in his opinion. Throw someone on a broom and watch it get interesting, he thought as he brought his glass to his lips. The gentle burn of the blackberry brandy washed away the stress from the day and the work that awaited him tomorrow once he returned to the Ministry.
Clapping erupted from a table at the far end of the pub and his blue eyes flicked over to the raucous group. They were the only ones who bothered making noise. Seven to two was the score, but they acted as though their beloved team was still gaining on the other. The light weight of his wand hung in the inner pocket of his jacket, inviting and tempting. Geoffrey sighed and looked back at the mirrored wall behind the bar. Causing a scene probably wouldn’t be the smartest choice even though those muggles were all but asking for it.
The reflection looking back at him stared with tired eyes; everything else about it, though, looked well put-together. Geoffrey ran a fingertip around the lip of his glass, ignoring the glances he kept receiving from the bartender. He looked out of place for such an establishment, looking as though he was waiting for a business associate rather than enjoying an end-of-the-day glass of brandy. He pushed a hand through his smooth hair, mussing it slightly. Though he was a fan of looking dapper, it got monotonous wearing similar outfits to the Ministry everyday.
Geoffrey raised his glass again and finished what was left. He raised his hand for a refill before he pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes. There had to be more than just going to work everyday, something festering beneath the surface of their society, but whatever it was, was a carefully kept secret waiting to made public knowledge. Like before the Death Eaters were functioning underground though many of the higher-ups held rather important jobs in the Ministry. They were biding their time, waiting for the perfect moment to re-emerge and take back the power that was so wrongly given to those who worried about these wretched, loathsome… things.
The older man poured his glass wearily and Geoffrey offered a snide smile before he hurried off to tend to another patron. Tired though he was, he was in no mood to be gawked at like he was plotting to blow the place up. Not that it didn’t deserve such a fate. Laughter and clapping again erupted from the table and Geoffrey’s eye twitched slightly. Blocking a pass didn’t warrant such celebration when the game was so terribly easy. He glanced up at the screen , listening to the tinny thunder of applause that echoed around whatever stadium they were playing at. “Cheering for nothing, bloody fools,” he muttered darkly.
tag malleus malefica
word count 552
notes sorry it took so long. my internet hasn't been connecting.