Post by FINN MICHAEL KIERAN on Nov 18, 2013 15:04:16 GMT -8
Finn and Rab had worked out the kinks of their plan for the most part. It involved a rather large portion of their time and getting out of Hogwarts to do it. Neither of which was the most difficult part. The difficult part was not getting caught, not being found out, and not being missed while they were gone. After a bit of planning, and coordinating, that had come up with a plan that wouldn't raise too many questions. Finn went under the ruse of having a rather bad case of some sickness or other,(with the help of a quite unpleasant tasting potion concocted by Rab) and needed to leave the school. Rab had also gone, with excuse of needing to be with his friend. Given Rabs recent state of being more or less the fatherly type for the Slytherins, it worked out well enough. Finn had taken the train home, with the company of Rab and once they were free from school grounds things got into motion.
Ewan was buried in County Kerry, He and Finns home. Getting there unnoticed posed a bit of a problem, but with a few connections and a small sum, they were able to secure transport to their destination. Finn didn't have anyone who would really notice his abscence, especially since a majority of his time was spent down in the dungeons alone anyway. But Rab had Integra, and she wasn't so gullible. Questions were asked.
At that point Finn had already been escorted out to leave. But Rab had told him that Integra had suspected something. His explanation was simple enough. He had told her that Finn really had no one who cared, that he felt obligated to be there until he was recovered. Not entirely unbelievable nor untrue, and it seemed to do the trick. While he was thankful for Rabs help, he felt badly that Rab had to be so secretive, especially to his lady. They hadn't needed the whole ruse they had done. They could've just left and been gone. But since they were doing something that could result in a lot of time spent inside the walls of Azkaban, a ruse wasn't entirely a bad idea. Finn was only going home to recover instead of Mungo's, which was true. Rab was going to make sure things went alright, which was also true, just not for the reason suggested.
As they docked at County Kerry, Finn was a bit overwhelmed. He hadn't been there since Ewans funeral. He cracked hs neck a bit, shaking off the emotions that wanted t bubble up, and started walking. He knew County Kerry like the back of his hand, and the best routes to remain relatively unseen without seeming suspicious. From the point where they had come, to where they were going, was a half hour walk, give or take a few minutes. Most of it had been spent in silence. Not out of awkwardness, or anything of that sort. More so a determined silence. Finn wanted to get it done as soon as they could so he could have Ewan back, and Rab wanted to see if it would work, and to leave the scene before anyone happened to see what they had done.
When they had reached the graveyard, the tall wrought iron fencing loomed overhead as a sordid reminder that Ewan was dead. Headstones in varying states of disrepair were scattered around, no real order. Ewan had been buried in the farthest area of the cemetery, which made it easier to theorize that their plan would go properly. An old rusty shovel was leaned against one of the headstones, most likely by a careless groundskeeper. Finn grabbed it as he walked by, knowing they would obviously need it.
Ewan Murphy.
1960-1975
Thats what the headstone read. His families coat of arms engraved above his name, and a few words in Gaelic below the date. Finn sat there for awhile, mostly waiting for the sun to go down so they could begin, but also steeling himself for whatever outcome he might get from this. As the sky showed its final hues of purple before it darkened, Finn stood up and picked up the shovel, looking to Rab.
"You sure you want to do this. I don't want this coming back to bite you in the arse, brother. If you don't want to risk it, I'll understand." And it was true. They were about to be using some very Dark Magic, the kind that was not easily forgiven by their peers. If Rab didn't want to risk being connected with something like that, Finn would understand and keep looking for a way that didn't have to involve anyone.
Ewan was buried in County Kerry, He and Finns home. Getting there unnoticed posed a bit of a problem, but with a few connections and a small sum, they were able to secure transport to their destination. Finn didn't have anyone who would really notice his abscence, especially since a majority of his time was spent down in the dungeons alone anyway. But Rab had Integra, and she wasn't so gullible. Questions were asked.
At that point Finn had already been escorted out to leave. But Rab had told him that Integra had suspected something. His explanation was simple enough. He had told her that Finn really had no one who cared, that he felt obligated to be there until he was recovered. Not entirely unbelievable nor untrue, and it seemed to do the trick. While he was thankful for Rabs help, he felt badly that Rab had to be so secretive, especially to his lady. They hadn't needed the whole ruse they had done. They could've just left and been gone. But since they were doing something that could result in a lot of time spent inside the walls of Azkaban, a ruse wasn't entirely a bad idea. Finn was only going home to recover instead of Mungo's, which was true. Rab was going to make sure things went alright, which was also true, just not for the reason suggested.
As they docked at County Kerry, Finn was a bit overwhelmed. He hadn't been there since Ewans funeral. He cracked hs neck a bit, shaking off the emotions that wanted t bubble up, and started walking. He knew County Kerry like the back of his hand, and the best routes to remain relatively unseen without seeming suspicious. From the point where they had come, to where they were going, was a half hour walk, give or take a few minutes. Most of it had been spent in silence. Not out of awkwardness, or anything of that sort. More so a determined silence. Finn wanted to get it done as soon as they could so he could have Ewan back, and Rab wanted to see if it would work, and to leave the scene before anyone happened to see what they had done.
When they had reached the graveyard, the tall wrought iron fencing loomed overhead as a sordid reminder that Ewan was dead. Headstones in varying states of disrepair were scattered around, no real order. Ewan had been buried in the farthest area of the cemetery, which made it easier to theorize that their plan would go properly. An old rusty shovel was leaned against one of the headstones, most likely by a careless groundskeeper. Finn grabbed it as he walked by, knowing they would obviously need it.
Ewan Murphy.
1960-1975
Thats what the headstone read. His families coat of arms engraved above his name, and a few words in Gaelic below the date. Finn sat there for awhile, mostly waiting for the sun to go down so they could begin, but also steeling himself for whatever outcome he might get from this. As the sky showed its final hues of purple before it darkened, Finn stood up and picked up the shovel, looking to Rab.
"You sure you want to do this. I don't want this coming back to bite you in the arse, brother. If you don't want to risk it, I'll understand." And it was true. They were about to be using some very Dark Magic, the kind that was not easily forgiven by their peers. If Rab didn't want to risk being connected with something like that, Finn would understand and keep looking for a way that didn't have to involve anyone.
