Moses Dodderidge: bad ass (and prophet) (mosesknows) wrote in valesco,
@ 2008-02-14 20:50:00

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Who: Moses and Rabastan
Where: Gringotts; Moses' "office"
When: Monday, mid-afternoon

Moses had been having a difficult week; between traveling to Egypt and Romania to tie up some loose strings on his end (for paperworks sake, of course) and trying to keep up with his parents and siblings. Not only that, but he hadn't seen Harmony in a few days and it was frustrating him more than he thought to be possible.

With a rather loud sigh, he threw his quill down before trying to nurse his splitting headache away. There was a knock at his door. Assuming that it was Brand or someone else he didn't care to talk to, he ignored it while he looked over at his calendar quickly; oi, Valentine's Day. He'd need to do something special for Harmony tonight...maybe dinner. At the second knock, he rolled his eyes before shouting out that the door was open as he went back to furiously scribbling out a summary of his past month's work. Moses Dodderidge was not in the mood to play.

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rabastans
2008-02-15 06:55 am UTC (link)

"And what of your position?"

Rabastan didn't care to look Moses in the eye anymore, and traveled across the room to take a look at photographs on the wall. He nearly gagged at how happy he and his family looked, but put a hand out to fix a slightly crooked frame nonetheless. The bookshop, the inn, and Hogwarts, if he remembered clearly, which he always did.

He hadn't put much thought into whether or not Moses would be hard to convince, because either way Rabastan would come out on top. Whether he had to be persuaded was the question, but that was for another time.

"Do you like where you are, right now?" he asked, turning to Moses with a somewhat thoughtful expression.

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mosesknows
2008-02-15 06:59 am UTC (link)

"I'm content," Moses replied, now watching Rabastan even closer while he looked about his office. "Look, whatever you're here for, just come out with it already," he said curtly, raising an eyebrow. Suddenly, Moses didn't feel so good about him being there; he wondered what things would come down to in the end as he sat, waiting in the thick silence.

Moses had never been pleased with being so far down in the ranks, Slytherin ambition and all, but he didn't really see a need to do anything past working hard to make it to the top.

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rabastans
2008-02-16 06:50 am UTC (link)

Rabastan kept his eyes on Moses for a second before a smile crossed his lips. Ha, all right then. He took a few steps toward the desk, standing centimeters in front of it with the same amused smirk plastered onto his face. Did this fool think he was here for his own personal gain? Or did he think this was a game Rabastan had simply decided to play this afternoon?

"What would you do to reach those higher pillars, Moses?" he started quietly, eyes drifting down to the paperwork and what had to be nonsense busy work. "What would you do to make your life even better...what would you do to keep your family safe from the terrible accidents of war?"

The smirk had disappeared and Rabastan's light blue eyes were cold, but unwavering. There were three people in the world who could intimidate him, and Moses Dodderidge was nowhere on the same plane.

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mosesknows
2008-02-16 07:38 am UTC (link)

Moses' eyes darkened as Rabastan mentioned his family. Maddox, Jamie...Miranda, oh Merlin if something were to happen to any of them...right, nothing was going to happen.

"I don't need to do anything to make my life better than it is already, Lestrange. Idle threats aren't going to get you anywhere," he said, hoping to call the man on a bluff. Somehow he didn't think that was possible, but there was always a chance...he hoped.

"I swear to Merlin if you do a god damn thing to anyone remotely important to me..."

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