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STUFF GOES IN HERE

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From:

jurisimpudent

[He shakes his head in flat refusal.]

You're going, whereupon you'll either agree to serve Voldemort or be murdered. Absolutely not. No, I'm - I'll...

[He sets his jaw.]

I'm giving you a detention.

From:

doggedly

[He stares at Edgeworth a moment--and then he actually laughs, incredulous and tired and sceptical all at once.]

What.

From:

jurisimpudent

You've detention, Black. Starting at five o'clock on Friday evening and lasting until eleven o'clock. You'll be cleaning blackboards. Use of magic not permitted. Punishment for smoking on school grounds and attacking a prefect.

[His jaw is jutting out, and his brows form a stern line over his eyes. His manner brooks no argument.]

From:

doggedly

Oh, fuck you!

[He snorts, half in disbelief and half in outright dismissal.]

You can't be serious. I'm not serving your idiotic detention-- so, no, hang on, so what's your detention going to be, eh, for using magic outside of class--untested magic, a spell you wrote yourself--

From:

jurisimpudent

[Edgeworth, though, stands stalwart.]

You think I'm afraid of getting detention? Go on; tell on me. The inquiries will follow as to why I used it. The result will be the same: you'll still not be able to go.

From:

doggedly

[He would go, and be glad of it, that's the sad disgusting part. Sirius scowls, shoving his hand over his face.]

I'm skipping it entirely, then. I'm not going to-- Merlin, I thought this was what you wanted!

From:

jurisimpudent

Not like - this!

[He grits his teeth. Here's the heart of it - ]

Not alone. Where you could be harmed.

[And he knows he's not to state that so baldly; he knows that he's not to be so open about his worry. But there's no way to circumlocute that truth.]

I...Let me go with you, and then - Just let me go with you. If you're going.

From:

doggedly

[He doesn't know what to make of that first bit--where you could be harmed; he doesn't want to think too hard on it. Not important, ignore it, don't make anything of it.

Instead, he focuses on the second bit; he barks a laugh.]

Right. Yeah. Best way to get into their good graces would be bringing them a mudblood to kill. Brilliant plan. You can't go and you know it.

From:

jurisimpudent

I'll transfigure myself into something unnoticeable. Or -

[And then he hesitates. Not because he's thinking, but because there's a clear answer; the issue is that it feels unhappily like an abuse of power. Taking advantage of his position. But there's no time for squeamishness; he swore to himself that he would be an Auror, that he would combat Dark magic where he found it, without hesitation or doubt; this is nothing compared to the other things he's willing to do.]

Potter, from my year, has an invisibility cloak which was confiscated by one of your prefects about a week back. It's being held for another week. I'll take it for use there.

From:

doggedly

[An invisibility cloak. Sirius' eyebrows shoot up. He's impressed despite himself--and he doesn't want there to be a solution, he doesn't want to drag Miles Edgeworth along with him--he still isn't certain that he's willing to go, that he's not been somehow--tricked, or coerced--]

Who took it?

[And then, with a little sneer:] Hang on, you'll take it? Breaking another rule?

From:

jurisimpudent

[Edgeworth lifts his head - tries to look defiant and nonchalant. He doesn't know why he makes that attempt, honestly; Sirius has been in his head and knows how he thinks. He knows perfectly well how Miles feels about rule-breaking - how every instance makes him feel wretched. Why even feign apathy?

But he feigns it.]

That's what I said, Black. Shall I teach you an ear-cleaning spell? It seems as though you need it. It's a good cloak, brand-new, I suspect; it will serve my purposes admirably well.

From:

doggedly

[He stares at Edgeworth a moment longer, and he's not even sure of what to do, to laugh at him or goad him or accept or what.

Eventually, he just waves his hand, somewhat dismissively.]

Fine. Whatever. Enjoy the thrill. Who confiscated it, tell me that.

From:

jurisimpudent

[Edgeworth frowns in confusion, but he does answer.]

Burke. Why does it matter?

From:

doggedly

Because I'll get him to get it.

[And he will, too; it will be easy. Burke, what a troll. He busies himself with getting another cigarette out of his pack. He's smoking them too quickly, but he needs something to steady himself.]

From:

jurisimpudent

[A small frown creases Edgeworth's brow. That might be a clean solution, honestly - if Burke retrieves it from the storage room, then Edgeworth's name won't be attached to it. It won't be traced back to him, and he'll avoid any reprimand for abusing his power. That's best; he wants to make Head Boy, to have a perfect clean record so they'll make him an Auror, but -

But it's not honest.

After a moment's agonized deliberation he shakes his head.]

No. I - have access to it myself. There's no reason to involve him.

From:

doggedly

[He snorts, loudly and dismissively.]

Please. Don't play the fucking martyr, Edgeworth, it doesn't suit you.

From:

jurisimpudent

[And that makes him choke out a single, short laugh of incredulousness, because - what else has he been doing? This whole time? Nothing save martyrdom, truly.

Still, that's not the point.]

It's not being a martyr. If I break the rules, I face consequences for that. I don't try to escape them. That's immoral.

From:

doggedly

Yeah. And God forbid we do anything immoral, 'cos the whole world might fucking end then.

[He pushes his fingers through his hair, with a sigh.]

Fine. Whatever. Get it for yourself, it doesn't actually matter. How d'you plan to get to London?

From:

jurisimpudent

[He relaxes slightly - stupidly, really; of course it would be better if he could escape consequences. But that's...not who he wants to be. Even though it's stupid, even though he's destroying his future - he still feels better about it.]

Floo Network. What of yourself?

From:

doggedly

[He shrugs, bitterly, tapping the ash from the end of his cigarette.]

They'll be a group. So I s'ppose something will be organised. You'll go from the Three Broomsticks?

From:

jurisimpudent

[Miles nods.]

Yes. I'll go early, as well, so that I can wait by the location for you to enter; then I'll follow you inside.

[He hesitates a moment - ]

It's not my intention to intervene. I'll just be there to gather intelligence. And to...watch your back, as it were.

From:

doggedly

[He nods at that first bit, at least, flicking ash from his cigarette again--but the second bit gets his attention, and he looks around at Edgeworth again, first with some mild surprise--but he's quick to sharpen that, to push that away in favor of a sneer.]

To watch my back. Well, thanks. Just don't use any charms you've developed, all right, I don't fancy turning into some animal in front of everyone.

[That's more a Typical Sirius Black thing to say, an insult, worrying about impressions he's going to make in front of others--it comes back to him as easy as slipping on a cloak.]

From:

jurisimpudent

[That's a bit hurtful, but that's good, really: hurtful is something Edgeworth can focus on, so that his voice sharpens just a bit, so that he responds with snappish irritation - ]

It would improve your appearance.

[Because snappish irritation is better than sentimentality and sappiness. It's better than reflecting on how worried he is for the both of them.

Then he nods once.]

If there's nothing else, then I'll see you there.

From:

doggedly

[The insult was weak; Sirius just rolls his eyes at it. Dismissively, he waves the hand holding the cigarette.]

Yeah. That's it.

[And now what do you say, when you've resolved to go into this sort of thing with someone you really sort of detest? He puts his cigarette to his mouth again and sucks at it, careful not to meet Edgeworth's eye, lest he give anything of himself away.]

From:

jurisimpudent

[And Edgeworth lingers just a moment too long there; he pretends to himself that it's just to see if Sirius has anything else to say, but in truth it's to see if there's some last-minute reprieve, some god lowered down from the machine, because he can charge ahead but when he's actually confronted with this he's terrified -

But there's nothing, naturally. So a moment passes in silence, and a second, and a third, and then he turns and leaves.

He's surprised at his ability to put it out of his mind until the day. It's due, really, to the hectic churn of prefect duties, detentions and points deductions and keeping order before the Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw Quiddich match. He only thinks of it when, twice, he sees Dumbledore in the halls; twice he almost takes him aside to tell him, to get this out of his own hands, to pass this onto someone older and wiser.

But Dumbledore will keep him from going. Keep Sirius from going, too. For Sirius, this will shred his standing with his parents - though that's something that seems a little bit less vital removed from the immediacy of Sirius' psyche. For Miles, this will prevent...the uncovering of information. In his heart, he still believes that if he goes there, some great and terrible revelation will occur - that for some reason, they'll be discussing the murder of a Muggle lawyer who had the audacity to have a wizard son, five years before...

So he stays silent. And when the day comes, he's there, at the Three Broomsticks, stepping into the Floo Network, invisibility cloak bundled under his arm, hoping that Sirius hasn't...faltered.]