drystan! >]]
At first Chester was pissed. Nearly killed the girl on the spot when he realised it wasn't Bess. How could he bugger up something so simple. But then as the girl sobbed when he had his wand pressed against her throat, he figured out just who he had. He smirked, this would work out just as well.

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"So tragic. All these kidnappings." Chester commented from behind his paper when Drystan walked by his table. He let the paper fall at its fold revealing his face. "I'm sorry to see your sister is among the unfortunate ones who were taken. Such a shame." He said filling his voice with false sympathy.

"Although," Chester mused putting the prophet down on the table, pictures of the missing looking up at them. "Most of these people were taken for political reasons, it doesn't make any since that your sister was taken. I hope she wasn't hanging around the wrong crowd." He took a sip of his coffee glancing up at Drystan as if he were talking casually to a friend. "or maybe she just decided to take the opportunity to run off."


[ooc: this is from my phone cause Chester is LOUD and impatient...I'll fix errors tonight when I get home]