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you hear it first. ([info]thenewstoday) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2010-06-14 07:48:00


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Entry tags:aberforth dumbledore, alice longbottom, benjy fenwick, edgar bones, emmeline vance, frank longbottom, group, james potter, lily potter, order of the phoenix, ralph frobisher, remus lupin

Order of the Phoenix
It was best to take matters into his own hands. The Order of the Phoenix had been infiltrated, and to calm the nerves of its members, Albus was going to meet with each one to manage a questioning of sorts. Auror Longbottom had used the word 'interrogation' but until he could find answers, Albus was going to believe in the group he had put together. While he wasn't naive, he did know how easily people could be corrupted, he had faith in the members of the Order, knowing that they had all always shown great strength when it came to making choices between right and wrong.

He sent out a patronus to one member at a time, not wanting to create a crowd in the house for that would only cause to build more tension. Dumbledore knew that the war did not seem to be turning in their favor, but while he was a man who loved to find answers, he always had a faith that would allow him to do so. He sat in the kitchen area, going over some final reports that his professors had finished while he waited for the next Order member to arrive.

The tentative footsteps approached the table and Dumbledore kept his head bowed for a moment before lifting his gaze up to meet the next Order member.

"Have a seat. Would you like a lemon drop?" He pushed the candy dish across the table.

OOC: OKAY! If you guys don't know, some of the Order's secrets have been leaked. Liz had helped set up a secret entrance into Diagon Alley behind the ice cream parlor, but during the attack Frank found that death eaters were waltzing through it.

This thread is meant to be a narrative of sorts for the individual Order members, and to move the traitor plots along. The post doesn't have to be epically long or anything of course! If your character has no idea what's going on, just have them say that---its meant for the Order to voice their frustrations with how the war is going and how they feel about being in the Order.

We really want everyone to try and get something said here, because this is a big turning point in the game! The Order is now legit scared about being betrayed. If you want some ideas about what Dumbledore might ask your character(s), don't be afraid to ask me! But really--he's just trying to slyly get information, and if he has his doubts (he IS concerned about Remus, so if your character has any relationship with him, you could use that) about anything you should bring that up. And, it's easy enough to make it seem like your character IS the traitor too, by leaving information out or however else you deem fit. He'll be trying to egg people on too, to get them to say that maybe yeah, they have mentioned things in the past etc. etc.

WHATEVER you guys are smart, have fun with this! Except not because this is sad D;



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[info]edgars
2010-06-16 04:37 pm UTC (link)
"Why are we sitting here?" Edgar lashed out, pushing his chair away from the table. He let out a frustrated grunt, crossing his arms tightly. "It's fucking bullshit, and you know it, Dumbledore, we've got cauldrons of veritaserum bubbling downstairs, and we're sitting here talking?"

"You know just as well as I do that veritaserum is not one-hundred percent accurate," Dumbledore stated calmly, the antithesis to Edgar's seething form.

"So spike the bloody pumpkin juice! Black and Potter were doing it to each other the other day!" Edgar shut his mouth, realizing he probably shouldn't be ratting out his fellow Order members if he wanted to keep some sort of solidarity. He refrained from admitting that he was the one asking the highly embarrassing (but very amusing) questions to the two men, and continued with his tirade, "If we've got a spy then I want them---tar and feathered, memory wiped, tied up down in the basement so we can---interrogate them and---"

"You know it's not that easy, Edgar," Dumbledore started, but Edgar refused to listen.

"Damn right it is, Dumbledore!" he shouted, standing, "Are you kidding me? Are you---what if this spy's just gotten messy, and---he could've been here since the beginning! Since---maybe that's how Travers knew Marlie would be home! Or----" Edgar shook his head, "Maybe Dorcas wasn't just because of Dearborn, maybe----someone could have---the Prewetts, they could've tipped them---"

He dropped down to his seat again, putting his face in his hands. Edgar felt like he could either blow up from frustration or pass out from stress. Things had just started going well, really well. For--him and Gillian, at least. They were running the Three Broomsticks, Emilie was perfect, Rosie was in production---this couldn't happen. The Order couldn't be betrayed now.

"I've got a wife and a kid, Dumbledore," Edgar muttered, "And--Gilly's pregnant, we've got---we can't have a fucking spy. We can't. We have to get him." Edgar looked up between his fingers before letting out a breath, "I've already lost my parents, my--sister lost her husband, I can't, I can't just sit here." Edgar let out a shaky breath, rubbing his hand over his face.

"We can't just talk, we have to do."

But what could they do? Whoever it was knew everything. They were fucked, they were all absolutely and totally fucked.

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