|
|
Post by Devon Whiltshire on Jun 16, 2009 15:16:07 GMT -5
"To your Offices then, I'd guess?" He asked, her intent so clear he couldn't miss it. "I'm sure you have a large store of Veriteserum in your stores, do you not? It would quite helpful for this situation, wouldn't it?"
He followed her path as she began to walk back to the school. "I am aware of how hard it is to trust someone, as I'm sure you are as well. We both know that we could be playing to make a fool of each other, that much is clear. And yet, we're at a standstill. Both stubborn, intelligent and very intrigued-- I'm sure you know that neither of us will give extensive information until we can trust the other's word."
He brushed his hand through his hair. "And when do you think that would be possible?" He asked with a smirk.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jennessa Jameson on Jun 16, 2009 15:22:55 GMT -5
He was wise. He knew exactly what she wanted from him and yet he was agreeing to it. He probably knew that it was the only way she would trust him. But she had to admit she was rather surprised that he had been so blunt about saying it.
She lead the way back to the castle. “well soon enough I’ll be able to know that I can trust you right?” She told him. She felt the warm air hit her as soon as she step foot inside. It felt quite nice against her face. She smiled. “It could very much be possible.” She told him.
She walked down to where her office was, her feet echoing on each steps as she walked down the stone stairs. Finally as she reach her office and said the password she made a note that she would have to change it. She walked inside and close and locked the door as soon as he was behind her.
“Sit” She said pointing a leather couch. “Would you rather have wine, whiskey?”She asked him, she clearly wasn’t going to ask him if he was going to have something to drink he didn’t have the choice in the matter.
|
|
|
|
Post by Devon Whiltshire on Jun 16, 2009 15:28:11 GMT -5
"Fire Whiskey--helps settle the stomach." He knew what she wanted, but he wasn't ready to give it just yet. "Just because you don't trust me, certainly doesn't mean I trust you. I'd like to have a Wizard's Oath that you will allow me to give you the same potion afterwards. And I will swear on my magic not to ask anything that doesn't apply to your allegiance."
He smirked now. "Sound good or shall we leave this alone for another time, Jennessa?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Jennessa Jameson on Jun 17, 2009 9:17:41 GMT -5
She serve him some Whiskey and thought for a few moments. No matter how much she didn’t like the idea of also having to take the potion but she knew that she didn’t really had a choice. She wished she could go to her husband to have some advice but it was something she needed to do it on her own.
“I will do it but only if you are who you say you are” She told him. She didn’t want to take the chance of discovering he was playing her and then have to take the potion. It was not the way it was going to work.
She pour herself a glass of Whiskey and walked to her storage closet. She took out the potion and added 2 drops to Devon’s glass. “Are we clear on the conditions” She asked him as she handed him his glass and sat down.
|
|
|
|
Post by Devon Whiltshire on Jun 17, 2009 9:53:46 GMT -5
He paused for a moment--pondering the situation. There was no way around it, certainly. He had to take the potion--he didn't exactly have a choice. "If and when I take this potion, you are only to ask me things that pertain to my allegiance. If you deem my answers suitable, you are to take the Potion as well and I can only ask you about things pertaining to your allegiance. If we have an agreement, I'll glady take the Potion for you. We are in agreement, yes?"
He took the glass off the desk and he could feel his cold hands wrap around the handle. He felt a sharp sensation in his stomach as he reached it to his lips. Moments before the liquid entered his mouth, he stopped to look for her answer.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jennessa Jameson on Jun 17, 2009 10:10:28 GMT -5
It was the only way she thought. She didn’t have a choice, they would need to do this way or it wouldn’t work. “we have an agreement.” Jennessa was many things but one thing she clearly wasn’t was someone who would lie in a wizard oat. Beside she was clearly itching to know what said he was on really and if they could use him. Her mind was running at a fast pace.
“Drink” she said to him. Locking her eyes on the glass making sure he wouldn’t try to trick her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Devon Whiltshire on Jun 17, 2009 10:19:41 GMT -5
He nodded with a smile and let the liquid into his mouth. The moment it got past his throat, his head thrashed wildely. His entire body felt cold and all the hair on his arms stood up. He could feel his eyes shifting as they became a layer of thick gloss. He attempted to speak, but his mouth wouldn't open on his command. The potion is working, then. He knew she wouldn't ask anything not pertaining to his allegiance--she wasn't stupid. She knew what would happen.
He sighed inwardly with baited breath, waiting for the first question whose answer he couldn't control.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jennessa Jameson on Jun 17, 2009 10:27:46 GMT -5
She watched him trashing around with some sort of fascination. No matter how many potions she had used on people every time she was fascinated by how easily it worked on each of them. She waited until she was sure the potion had made it’s full effect before she started to ask questions.
“What is your real name?” She asked first, easy question. Then she took the big ones out. “What do you think of muggle?” She let him speak before she went in for another one. “Do you believe pure blood wizard should take over the school first and then take the mud blood out?”
|
|
|
|
Post by Devon Whiltshire on Jun 17, 2009 10:42:05 GMT -5
He couldn't even feel anything as he answered. He gripped to the table because the pain was so strong. He answered the first question with a strong, solid voice that seemed to drift off.
"Devon August Whiltshire."
Then she let out the more threatening questions. He took a deep breath and let out the answer that he knew he felt. "Muggles are entirely too ignorant for me too deal with on a regular basis. Their offspring, I must admit, are not any better. They are a waste of my time and Hogwarts would be well off without them. They are far too prejudiced and their actions make me sick."
There was one more question that he had to answer, and he let go of the table now. He stared straight at her and said in a very calm, direct voice, "I am not a man of intense violence but the feelings I have for Muggles go beyond what I can handle. I understand that sometimes--in wars espicially--murders are necessary. Yes, I would benefit as I believe everyone would in a Hogwarts with no Mud-Blood children."
|
|
|
|
Post by Jennessa Jameson on Jun 17, 2009 10:48:37 GMT -5
She smiled as the first question went perfectly. She saw him gripping the table and knew that he must have been in pain. She had the antidote for the potion close by but she would only use it when she was satisfied.
The more the talked the wider her smile went. This was perfect. Too perfect to even be true but it was. His hate for muggle and their children was real. He even consider murder as an option to get rid of the vermin. He had fallen at the right time her husband would be delighted to know she had found him.
“Last one and then I’ll take the pain away.” She told him in a soft voice she rarely used. “Would you spy on the ministry for my husband and I and promise to never ever backstab us?” She raised an eyebrow as her hand went over to the antidote.
|
|
|
|
Post by Devon Whiltshire on Jun 17, 2009 13:51:37 GMT -5
His glazed eyes stared straight at her. The last question--he knew this would be asked. He answered it exactly as he knew he felt. "On the condition that you treat me respect--as an ally and a partner and not a puppet you can manipulative. Also, I expect that I will not be backstabbed when it is convient for you and your plans to dump me. I've been spying on the Ministry for the past ten years in preparation for a day like this, and have mastered a reputation there as a "Crusador of Muggles" for that entire reason. If you treat me as you would your Husband and trust my information, yes I would be entirely faithful to you and your Husband--as long as it goes both ways."
After he finished, he looked up to see her reaction and the bottle dangerously close to her hands.
|
|
|
|
Post by Jennessa Jameson on Jun 19, 2009 12:30:25 GMT -5
She nodded but didn’t answered she knew that he would ask her this question when it was her turn so she decided that it was no even worth it to tell him now as he probably wouldn’t believe her. But of course it would go both ways. If he was faithfull to them she would be faithfull to him. She smiled at him. “I think we can do great things together my dear Devon. But you will have to fake your hate for me then, I don’t want to take any chances of someone finding out.”
She got up and walked over to him. She gently lower his head backward and let a few drops fall down his throat. “It will taste awful but it works.” She told him
|
|
