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Moses Dodderidge: bad ass (and prophet) ([info]mosesknows) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2008-02-14 20:50:00


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Entry tags:moses dodderidge, rabastan lestrange

Who: Moses and Rabastan
Where: Gringotts; Moses' "office"
When: Monday, mid-afternoon

Moses had been having a difficult week; between traveling to Egypt and Romania to tie up some loose strings on his end (for paperworks sake, of course) and trying to keep up with his parents and siblings. Not only that, but he hadn't seen Harmony in a few days and it was frustrating him more than he thought to be possible.

With a rather loud sigh, he threw his quill down before trying to nurse his splitting headache away. There was a knock at his door. Assuming that it was Brand or someone else he didn't care to talk to, he ignored it while he looked over at his calendar quickly; oi, Valentine's Day. He'd need to do something special for Harmony tonight...maybe dinner. At the second knock, he rolled his eyes before shouting out that the door was open as he went back to furiously scribbling out a summary of his past month's work. Moses Dodderidge was not in the mood to play.



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[info]mosesknows
2008-02-16 07:38 am UTC (link)
Moses' eyes darkened as Rabastan mentioned his family. Maddox, Jamie...Miranda, oh Merlin if something were to happen to any of them...right, nothing was going to happen.

"I don't need to do anything to make my life better than it is already, Lestrange. Idle threats aren't going to get you anywhere," he said, hoping to call the man on a bluff. Somehow he didn't think that was possible, but there was always a chance...he hoped.

"I swear to Merlin if you do a god damn thing to anyone remotely important to me..."

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