 Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Fletcher's nostrils flared slightly as the young man read the Latin on the pin and translated it, but did not take it. Merlin, was he thick? "I thought you were sharper than that, Scott," he almost snapped, his hand twitching. He kept it palm-up, though, as he waited for the DMLER to take the pin. "It's... for you. To wear. Here. At work." Did he get it now? Fletcher wasn't so sure, juding from the boy's next question. "Seriously? It's a special pin, just for you."
How much more obvious could Fletcher be?! He was suddenly doubting his ability to recruit people; he should have left this to Conley, he knew he should have. Noooo, I'll do it, he mentally cursed himself. The Glitterpuff is good with people. Yeah, right.
Fletcher brought his intense brown eyes up to stare straight into Scott's without blinking. "Correct, IF that's possible. You're young and ambitious, are you not? If you're not up to the task, just tell me now." So he could find someone else. Seriously, they needed eyes on Level Two. If the eyes weren't going to belong to Ferguson, then he needed to find someone else ASAP. A lot was at stake here, which Scottie would know if he had been paying attention.
He looked around, just once, to be sure no one was nearby. "You're correct with those assumptions, kid, okay? I can't say much more." And? Fletcher suddenly felt an urgency to check his watch. "I don't have the time. But listen, you do this for me, for... the right reasons, and I promise you won't regret it." Scott wanted to be on the right side of history, didn't he? "You'll find out more when the time comes. Just think of yourself as ahead of the curve."
So, could he take the pin now, or....?
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