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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]ralphed
2010-06-16 09:30 pm UTC (link)
Ralph crossed his arms over his chest, feeling sour despite declining a candy. To him, it was pretty obvious that he wasn't the traitor everyone was whispering about. What could he possibly--- it wasn't like he was smart like everyone else. He wasn't intelligent like Emmeline, or James or Frank, it just wasn't--- possible! Just thinking about the concept of being a traitor made his head hurt, so how in the world would he be able to pull that off? He wasn't malevolent, he definitely did not look to--- to-- kill people and!

For fuck's sake, he was only nineteen! Nineteen! He hadn't even finished school yet! His muggle friends barely lived on their own, and here he was--- contemplating death and betrayal all before being alive for two decades! This was insanity, pure insanity, how could you live like this? A teenager! That was what he was. A teenager. And to be contemplating disloyalty to this degree---

"I'm only nineteen!" Ralph blurted finally, feeling more like a child than ever. He immediately sunk back into his chair after he spoke, feeling more and more like Dumbledore was his father rather than his advisor. It was a strange feeling on the table, nothing like Frank had described would feel like. Masked interrogating, or whatever it was-- it really just felt like Ralph was awkwardly being sized up.

The older man nodded slowly, taking a deep breath has he looked at Ralph. "Yes. You are younger than some other members," Dumbledore agreed. His fingers tapped against each other in a contemplative manner. "Though considerably suffered just as much, if not more."

Unable to control himself, Ralph took in a quick breath of air. That wasn't something he had been prepared for. His body slowly began to clam up, and it took a while for Ralph to even respond. "I don't know much about what's going on about--- secrets being leaked or anything like that. But--- but I do know that all I want is Miranda safe. I don't have many muggle friends, and the Order has become my only contact with the Wizarding World, so-- so-- yeah."

As Dumbledore nodded slowly, Ralph redirected his gaze to the ground. For all of Alice's lessons concerning things like this, he really hadn't felt that prepared and sort of torn from the inside out.

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