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Boy Wonder · 12-16-2010, 11:30 PM

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Originally Posted by Pink Ninja

Finally reaching the Interrogation Rooms Damien took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair. Flexing his wrist he released his wand into his hand and then tapped his hat with it, vanishing it. Turning slowly to look at the two...boys he said, "Which of you do I get the pleasure of questioning first?" A small smirk played at his lips. He got the impression that they were not happy to be down there with him. He couldn't blame them... He wouldn't enjoy it if he were them either.

Benjamin finally reached the room. He entered it slowly, and took a look around. It was a while since he had been in there. Only once before, in fact. Once inside, he placed his Fedora up on the coat rack. It was then that the man took a look at the other people in the room.

"Damien," he said light heartedly approaching his co-worker with a hand out for a handshake. "I'll be taking one of our friends here to get some info." What for, The New Yorker only had a small clue. They were attacked. Never good in any situation.

Nervous... As they would be. He could tell just from their body language. Something he could speak fluently... So to speak.

12-16-2010, 11:30 PM	#3 (permalink)
Boy Wonder Formerly: RobinBoyWonder Mooncalf Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: The Greater NYC Area Posts: 6,935 Hogwarts RPG Name: Olivia Anderson First Year x1	Quote: Originally Posted by Pink Ninja Finally reaching the Interrogation Rooms Damien took his hat off and ran a hand through his hair. Flexing his wrist he released his wand into his hand and then tapped his hat with it, vanishing it. Turning slowly to look at the two...boys he said, "Which of you do I get the pleasure of questioning first?" A small smirk played at his lips. He got the impression that they were not happy to be down there with him. He couldn't blame them... He wouldn't enjoy it if he were them either. Benjamin finally reached the room. He entered it slowly, and took a look around. It was a while since he had been in there. Only once before, in fact. Once inside, he placed his Fedora up on the coat rack. It was then that the man took a look at the other people in the room. "Damien," he said light heartedly approaching his co-worker with a hand out for a handshake. "I'll be taking one of our friends here to get some info." What for, The New Yorker only had a small clue. They were attacked. Never good in any situation. Nervous... As they would be. He could tell just from their body language. Something he could speak fluently... So to speak.