Post by Syrus on Jan 27, 2008 21:54:45 GMT -5
There was something about the confidence that the auror exuded which made Syrus feel quite irate. He supposed the anger came from his own arrogance, unwilling to accept that anyone as inferior as a ministry auror could feel so deserving. Confident and capable men inspire respect, are deserving of respect. This pathetic servant deserved nothing more than to be crushed. His eyes seemed to sparkle with a fearless gleam.
In time, the Violet King would be sure to strip such expressions from the auror’s repertoire. Such verve in stupidity could not go unpunished.
He asked pointed questions, made claims that Syrus knew were half truths, if not even less than that. He did not doubt that he knew of the Redeemers, especially considering the fact that he had never attempted to keep them secret. Their workings remained secret, of course, hidden in the temple deep below the surface of Diadem. It would take Ministry curse breakers a year of concentrated effort to break that door down, if they ever chose to devote serious resources to it.
The mark was what he asked about, the strange mark with the red eye. He had met a man once, but that man was gone. This was still secret to him, hidden from him by Scorpius for some reason or another. It was a little strange to think that the Count would hide something from him, although knowing his legendary paranoia, he should have expected it.
“In all honesty, auror,” Syrus said, scratching at his chin with a metallic claw, “I don’t know anything about that. Surely your brilliant investigative efforts should have done more for you, no?”
In time, the Violet King would be sure to strip such expressions from the auror’s repertoire. Such verve in stupidity could not go unpunished.
He asked pointed questions, made claims that Syrus knew were half truths, if not even less than that. He did not doubt that he knew of the Redeemers, especially considering the fact that he had never attempted to keep them secret. Their workings remained secret, of course, hidden in the temple deep below the surface of Diadem. It would take Ministry curse breakers a year of concentrated effort to break that door down, if they ever chose to devote serious resources to it.
The mark was what he asked about, the strange mark with the red eye. He had met a man once, but that man was gone. This was still secret to him, hidden from him by Scorpius for some reason or another. It was a little strange to think that the Count would hide something from him, although knowing his legendary paranoia, he should have expected it.
“In all honesty, auror,” Syrus said, scratching at his chin with a metallic claw, “I don’t know anything about that. Surely your brilliant investigative efforts should have done more for you, no?”