Christopher had little qualms about sitting in the dark for long stretches of time. He felt similar to solitary confinement. Impassive to swelling bruises and festering cuts, indifferent to his gnawing stomach that was so use to plentiful meals. But what he was especially proud of was his ability to completely refuse giving up information under capture; a skill that all aurors possessed, but him so especially. All of these combined made him possibly one of the worst people to interrogate, if he didn't say so himself.
But the real treat was that this was the Order he was dealing with. It had been easy to detect, with Longbottom being one of the more famous members and Moody right along with him. Oh yes, the little fuck Goldstein had called the Order. As aggravating as that had been, it really had turned into Christopher's best interest. The fact that Sebastian had yet to show his face here only gave him the one thing he needed to grasp onto to keep his lips zipped tight. They wanted death eater answers? Well Sebastian Goldstein himself would have to come here and get it from him. Even then--- Christopher was a lot of things, but he certainly was not a traitor.
Christopher snapped out of his daze as the lights above blazed on, his lips automatically moving to bare his bloody teeth beneath. He heard the door open and close, but the sudden flood of light temporarily prevented him from seeing who it was that had entered.
"Where is my brother in law?" Christopher hissed as a figure emerged before his blurred vision. He twisted his wrists in their binds behind his back as he picked up his chin to see who it was. Longbottom and Moody were in for another session of disappointment if they hadn't fulfilled his request to bring in Sebastian.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
