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The man was a jerk, an incompetent jerk, but there was a cold air about him. However, if a man couldn't carry a class of fire whiskey without spilling it, and then not even apologizing, then he certainly shouldn't be alive thought the man sitting at the table, hands sticky from the sappy drink. As the foolish waiter came by, eagerly heading towards an attractive female customer, the man stood up and bumped into the waiter. He looked the waiter square in the eye and dropped his glove.
"Do you mind?" the man said, glancing down at his fallen glove. He had spoken with no audible accent.
"Whatever, sir…" the waiter replied as he distractedly bent down to retrieve the glove, eyes still locked hungrily on the young woman.
"Excellent, you've accepted my duel"
"You can't be serious can you? A duel? What are you, a medieval knight?"
"Laugh if you will, but I shall defeat you and send you away in shame, or kill you. If you refuse, then you shall die without honor."
The waiter's grey eyes darted about the room nervously, until they rested on a spot directly behind the man.
"Don't think about it…" the man said. The waiter grinned and threw a glass at him. The man tried to duck, but caught the corner of it on his forehead. Though dazed, he managed to grab the leg of the fleeing man and sent him to the floor. The man pulled him up by the scruff of the neck, punched him in the ribs a few times, and thrust him forward into a table.
"We will duel, you mangy bastard."
He groaned his disapproval, but didn't try anything else. The man asked the woman at the bar if she would help start them off, and she quickly agreed. They walked towards the middle of the room, and took their wands out, the man had two.
The man noticed people staring at the wands, and he quickly said "This is how I duel."
They faced each other, wands up, and snapped them down and turned around. After taking 10 steps, they both turned around, wands at the ready.
"One…two…THREE!"
The waiter sent numerous jinxes at the other man, who nimbly dodged them, but then the waiter charged, bottle in hand. The man looked up as the bottle flew at him. He turned, and it shattered on his back. The waiter tackled into the man with a flurry of punches and kicks. The man punched him in the nose, causing him to draw back, and got in three punches to the side of the waiter's head. The waiter staggered back and raised his wand as the other man got up. The man saw an incantation come upon the waiter's lips, and the man rolled out of the way just as a green blur whizzed passed him. He heard a scream and a thud, and knew that it hit someone, and he felt bad, but that had to wait until later. He rolled again as more flew by, making everyone run for cover, and sent a petrificus totalus at him. The waiter twisted to try and avoid it, but it hit him right in the chest, and he dropped stiff as a board.
The man stood up, and dusted himself off. He walked over to the petrified waiter, took out a knife, and cut his left sleeve off, and then he saw the dark mark. So the waiter was a death eater, well, he might be worth something alive. He asked the bar woman if she had any rope. She gave him some, and he cut off two lengths, and securely bound the man hand and foot. He tossed her some galleons and apologized for the trouble. Before moving the death eater out, he took his wand a put it in his pocket. Then, raising his own wand, he levitated him above the floor, and moved him out of the bar. Once in the street, he slammed him roughly into some dustbins, knocking him unconscious. The man put his wand away, and hoisted the unconscious death eater onto his shoulders. Then he disapparated off of the street. He staggered over to the security desk after arriving at the Ministry of Magic, with eyes fixed on him. When he got to the security desk, he set the death eater on the desk, and waited.
"Can I…er…help you?" asked the guard.
"Probably…"
"Would you like to tell me why you have brought an unconscious man to the Ministry of Magic?"
"I was going to kill him, but then I noticed he was a death eater, and with the recent going-ons with…you-know-who, I thought that you and your people would like to…interrogate him. I shall hand him over for a price, or if you won't pay, then I shall take him elsewhere, or finish him. It's up to you…"
"Very well, I shall ask my superiors. Stay here."
Five minutes later, an important looking official came out with the guard, and examined the death eater.
After what seemed like an hour, he cleared his throat and stated that they would pay him fifty galleons for his services.
The man pondered for a moment, and decided that it was fair.
As the official handed him a small sack of galleons, he asked "Where'd you get those bruises from dear boy?"
"Who do you think? He tried to hit me with a killing curse, and that's when I suspected it."
The official snapped his fingers and two other guards came and levitated the death eater away. The man turned around and put the galleons in his pocket, when the official said something else.
"Your services are appreciated, and we would like you to…uh…be our unofficial…bounty hunter…we'll say. We would send word to you if we had a new…quarry, for you."
"Sure, I guess…" replied the man, and he kept on walking.
"What's your name good sir?" he heard the official ask.
"My name is Merick Abalone" he said.
Then he took three more steps and disapparated with a crack.