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Chapter VII: Trust
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This guy's sharp. I knew the man who had watched us in the coffee shop. I knew him pretty well.
He was a Slytherin from my year. Let's just say that no one liked the Slytherins, except perhaps the Vipers.
In my sixth year in Hogwarts, most of the Slytherins evacuated the school and only a handful of Slytherins had left. Only because they didn't agree with their parents and they left their children to suffer for their betrayal.
Believe it or not, not all Slytherins are at odds end with Voldemort.
These ten aren't.
Where was I?
Sol.
A rather intriguing man. He was careful enough to spot him and I don't know how. Despite his rather carefree exterior, he seemed like a serious man.
Although, he's a serious nutcase when driving. He was driving like there was no tomorrow.
He's revving the engine while down shifting. Then, the entire car slid sideways as it turned a corner.
Hey, one of our writers in the Quibbler is a muggle born racing nut. Some thing caught on.
"Will you please slow down," I said quietly and surprisingly, he did just that.
"Sorry about that," he said as he looked at the mirrors. "I get paranoid sometimes."
"I'll bet," I sighed. "Where are we going?" Suddenly, he turned towards an abandoned building. It looked like something left over from the second world war. Battered and hasn't been painted for years. Four stories and all windows were boarded. It seemed like no one lived here for years.
The side door suddenly opened and Sol drove the car into it.
Oh my... the entire ground floor was a garage. It had three cars and an assortment of vehicles. And crates stocked on pile at the far corner. Parking the car at a vacant spot, he turned off the car and exited.
He then opened my door and helped me out.
"Are you sure it's safe?" I asked.
"Positive," he smiled. "No one knows about this place."
"I was talking about the building in particular," I glared at him. He just gave me a smile and led me to a lift.
"If someone decides to invade England again," he said as the lift moved.
"Who knows you live here?" I asked.
"Only the city engineer," he said as if it was common knowledge. "Appearances are deceiving." What he said was true. Wizards hid things in plain sight from muggles and I was impressed that muggles can hide things from others as well.
But I was greatly surprised when the lift opened to the top floor.
It was marvelous. The whole floor was decorated with different antiques and relics. He must have 'kept' a few from his exploits. I would have expected shrunken heads and bloodied battle-axes but his selection was more... feminine. It was nice to see and created a nice ambience.
It was almost relaxing.
He must have seen my reaction and smiled.
"Thank you," he said.
"What for?"
"That look you had was a look of admiration," he smiled. "And surprise. What were you expecting? Shrunken heads and gore?" I blushed in embarrassment.
"Actually, I was," I sighed and looked at him. "You are full of surprises."
"It's nice surprising someone once in a while than being surprised by the dangers that lurks in every tomb," he sighed. He must be the muggle version of Bill's job as a curse breaker.
"What do you call yourself?" I asked.
"An archeologist," he gave a short laugh. "But we were called Tomb Raiders for obvious reasons. And sometimes Demons by the natives that guarded the tombs."
"I bet you had your share of adventures," I said in good nature but he sighed and looked at me.
He asked the question that I had evaded earlier.
"What are Death Eaters?" he asked. There was no escaping this and I do not know how to proceed.
"Do you believe in magic?" I asked.
"No," he simply said. Great. A skeptic. This is going to be hard.
"The Death Eaters is a cult that believes in magic to destroy and conquer the world. And their leader is the only man evil enough to make it happen." Sol was looking at me as is I were crazy.
"Luna, that was an... interesting story. But I wanted the truth," he said. There was no changing a skeptic's mind. But when I looked around, I saw something that could help me convince him.
"If you didn't believe in magic, why do you have a magic wand," I said as I walked closer to the framed wand. It looked battered and old but I could feel the presence of magic in it.
"I found that where historical data told where Avalon once stood," he said as he came close to me. "It was said to be Merlin's Wand."
Merlin's Wand? A muggle had one of the priceless treasures of the known wizarding world? This was not possible.
"And you believe this is not real?" I asked but still shocked by the revelation of the find.
"I do not believe in magic," he said. "But I have a strong fascination for it."
"Here's the thing," I said as I sat on the couch near him. "How can I trust you if you don't believe in magic?"
"How can I trust you if you believe?" he asked. "We cannot trust each other when one is a skeptic. Are you a sorceress?"
"A witch," I corrected him. There was no sense in denying it. I needed to gain his trust and he needed mine. But there was just a calculating look in his eyes as he surveyed me.
"And you have qualms in working with me," he said.
"Concerns," I nodded.
"Shall I name them for you?" he asked but didn't wait for an answer. "Number one, if you are really who you are, you have doubts about a mundane person working with you. As such I have also doubts about it. Number two, you didn't really want to work with me but to just get a story, since I have guessed that you are a reporter but we still needed each other's insights." He was scaring me. So far, he was dead on the target with his theories. He was smarter that I gave him credit for.
"And three," he sighed. "As much as I'm a skeptic, this job made me widen my perceptions and I have kept an open mind about things. You need me to go around my world, as the saying goes, and I need you to enter your world. Scary as it seems, these Death Eaters stole the Eyes of Anubis to resurrect their dead leader."
"Essentially, that is correct," I said inwardly impressed. "But most people where I came from are narrow minded and does not believe that he will rise again."
"Naiveté is a shell for ones fear," he said. "They are afraid."
"I know," I admitted. "So are we going to find the Eyes?"
Sol smiled as he looked at me.
"We need to go to Egypt," he said as he stood. "There's an artifact there that we really need to liberate. I'll book us two tickets..."
"I have a way to go there in less than a minute of travel time," I interrupted him. If we're going to trust each other, then I will be the first one to show it.
"Really?" he asked skeptically. I nodded and smiled.
"Trust me."
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End of 7
A/n: My Lady of life, what descriptions do I need to add detail? What do you want to know?
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Chapter VII: Trust
.
This guy's sharp. I knew the man who had watched us in the coffee shop. I knew him pretty well.
He was a Slytherin from my year. Let's just say that no one liked the Slytherins, except perhaps the Vipers.
In my sixth year in Hogwarts, most of the Slytherins evacuated the school and only a handful of Slytherins had left. Only because they didn't agree with their parents and they left their children to suffer for their betrayal.
Believe it or not, not all Slytherins are at odds end with Voldemort.
These ten aren't.
Where was I?
Sol.
A rather intriguing man. He was careful enough to spot him and I don't know how. Despite his rather carefree exterior, he seemed like a serious man.
Although, he's a serious nutcase when driving. He was driving like there was no tomorrow.
He's revving the engine while down shifting. Then, the entire car slid sideways as it turned a corner.
Hey, one of our writers in the Quibbler is a muggle born racing nut. Some thing caught on.
"Will you please slow down," I said quietly and surprisingly, he did just that.
"Sorry about that," he said as he looked at the mirrors. "I get paranoid sometimes."
"I'll bet," I sighed. "Where are we going?" Suddenly, he turned towards an abandoned building. It looked like something left over from the second world war. Battered and hasn't been painted for years. Four stories and all windows were boarded. It seemed like no one lived here for years.
The side door suddenly opened and Sol drove the car into it.
Oh my... the entire ground floor was a garage. It had three cars and an assortment of vehicles. And crates stocked on pile at the far corner. Parking the car at a vacant spot, he turned off the car and exited.
He then opened my door and helped me out.
"Are you sure it's safe?" I asked.
"Positive," he smiled. "No one knows about this place."
"I was talking about the building in particular," I glared at him. He just gave me a smile and led me to a lift.
"If someone decides to invade England again," he said as the lift moved.
"Who knows you live here?" I asked.
"Only the city engineer," he said as if it was common knowledge. "Appearances are deceiving." What he said was true. Wizards hid things in plain sight from muggles and I was impressed that muggles can hide things from others as well.
But I was greatly surprised when the lift opened to the top floor.
It was marvelous. The whole floor was decorated with different antiques and relics. He must have 'kept' a few from his exploits. I would have expected shrunken heads and bloodied battle-axes but his selection was more... feminine. It was nice to see and created a nice ambience.
It was almost relaxing.
He must have seen my reaction and smiled.
"Thank you," he said.
"What for?"
"That look you had was a look of admiration," he smiled. "And surprise. What were you expecting? Shrunken heads and gore?" I blushed in embarrassment.
"Actually, I was," I sighed and looked at him. "You are full of surprises."
"It's nice surprising someone once in a while than being surprised by the dangers that lurks in every tomb," he sighed. He must be the muggle version of Bill's job as a curse breaker.
"What do you call yourself?" I asked.
"An archeologist," he gave a short laugh. "But we were called Tomb Raiders for obvious reasons. And sometimes Demons by the natives that guarded the tombs."
"I bet you had your share of adventures," I said in good nature but he sighed and looked at me.
He asked the question that I had evaded earlier.
"What are Death Eaters?" he asked. There was no escaping this and I do not know how to proceed.
"Do you believe in magic?" I asked.
"No," he simply said. Great. A skeptic. This is going to be hard.
"The Death Eaters is a cult that believes in magic to destroy and conquer the world. And their leader is the only man evil enough to make it happen." Sol was looking at me as is I were crazy.
"Luna, that was an... interesting story. But I wanted the truth," he said. There was no changing a skeptic's mind. But when I looked around, I saw something that could help me convince him.
"If you didn't believe in magic, why do you have a magic wand," I said as I walked closer to the framed wand. It looked battered and old but I could feel the presence of magic in it.
"I found that where historical data told where Avalon once stood," he said as he came close to me. "It was said to be Merlin's Wand."
Merlin's Wand? A muggle had one of the priceless treasures of the known wizarding world? This was not possible.
"And you believe this is not real?" I asked but still shocked by the revelation of the find.
"I do not believe in magic," he said. "But I have a strong fascination for it."
"Here's the thing," I said as I sat on the couch near him. "How can I trust you if you don't believe in magic?"
"How can I trust you if you believe?" he asked. "We cannot trust each other when one is a skeptic. Are you a sorceress?"
"A witch," I corrected him. There was no sense in denying it. I needed to gain his trust and he needed mine. But there was just a calculating look in his eyes as he surveyed me.
"And you have qualms in working with me," he said.
"Concerns," I nodded.
"Shall I name them for you?" he asked but didn't wait for an answer. "Number one, if you are really who you are, you have doubts about a mundane person working with you. As such I have also doubts about it. Number two, you didn't really want to work with me but to just get a story, since I have guessed that you are a reporter but we still needed each other's insights." He was scaring me. So far, he was dead on the target with his theories. He was smarter that I gave him credit for.
"And three," he sighed. "As much as I'm a skeptic, this job made me widen my perceptions and I have kept an open mind about things. You need me to go around my world, as the saying goes, and I need you to enter your world. Scary as it seems, these Death Eaters stole the Eyes of Anubis to resurrect their dead leader."
"Essentially, that is correct," I said inwardly impressed. "But most people where I came from are narrow minded and does not believe that he will rise again."
"Naiveté is a shell for ones fear," he said. "They are afraid."
"I know," I admitted. "So are we going to find the Eyes?"
Sol smiled as he looked at me.
"We need to go to Egypt," he said as he stood. "There's an artifact there that we really need to liberate. I'll book us two tickets..."
"I have a way to go there in less than a minute of travel time," I interrupted him. If we're going to trust each other, then I will be the first one to show it.
"Really?" he asked skeptically. I nodded and smiled.
"Trust me."
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End of 7
A/n: My Lady of life, what descriptions do I need to add detail? What do you want to know?
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