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Sep. 22nd, 2013 10:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_nymphadoraOwe you all a report of what Frank and I got up to yesterday, and it's not going to write itself, is it? Sorry.
We started off by going out west to Llanfyllin to see if we couldn't get a step further with one of Fawcett's contacts we've been cultivating. Odell Copeland. This bloke's a bit of a celebrity in his camp--apparently he played on some Welsh sports team and was quite the thing in his day. If we can win him over, he'd draw a crowd in with him, but he's been an awfully hard nut to crack. Suspicious of us from the start and wanting all sorts of tokens of our good faith before he'd even hear what we've got to say.
Don't know, but we think he's coming round. A bit. Maybe. This time he told us he'd thought we'd been by for a visit a week ago when a pair of wizards turned up, one of them a witch, but he figured out quickly that it wasn't us. They didn't offer our pass-phrase, for one thing, and then what they wanted was for Copeland to tell them about babies that'd been born recently, including any who'd died suddenly, or any stories of oddities with people's pregnancies or with the kids. He wasn't terribly clear what they were fishing for, but he didn't like the sound of any of that. Any more than we did. And he seemed to feel we were the sort of people he could trust with news of dodgy Ministry types. We think that's progress.
We had time at the end of the day to pop out to Chipstead and check with Irene Young about Petunia Dursley, who may be going by the name 'Patty Elliot' and living there in Chipstead camp. We're still not sure.
We've been trying to go cautiously, not wanting Young to think we're a threat to Mrs Dursley-Elliot or anyone else, and we've been trying to work out a way to arrange a meeting that won't either take her by surprise and make her hostile, or give her warning and time enough to refuse to meet us. Sirius doesn't expect she's likely to want anything to do with the Order of the Phoenix, and he's told us not to be surprised if she's not willing to cooperate with any wizards for any reason at all.
As it turned out, yesterday wasn't the day for meeting her. Truly, we'd no sooner found Mrs Young and let her know it was us, than she got word from one of her runners that there were a pair of Ministry 'black wands' in the camp, wanting to see her. She shooed us out so quickly we didn't catch the gist of what it was about, except that she was perfectly grim at the news and treated it as a full-on emergency.
We started off by going out west to Llanfyllin to see if we couldn't get a step further with one of Fawcett's contacts we've been cultivating. Odell Copeland. This bloke's a bit of a celebrity in his camp--apparently he played on some Welsh sports team and was quite the thing in his day. If we can win him over, he'd draw a crowd in with him, but he's been an awfully hard nut to crack. Suspicious of us from the start and wanting all sorts of tokens of our good faith before he'd even hear what we've got to say.
Don't know, but we think he's coming round. A bit. Maybe. This time he told us he'd thought we'd been by for a visit a week ago when a pair of wizards turned up, one of them a witch, but he figured out quickly that it wasn't us. They didn't offer our pass-phrase, for one thing, and then what they wanted was for Copeland to tell them about babies that'd been born recently, including any who'd died suddenly, or any stories of oddities with people's pregnancies or with the kids. He wasn't terribly clear what they were fishing for, but he didn't like the sound of any of that. Any more than we did. And he seemed to feel we were the sort of people he could trust with news of dodgy Ministry types. We think that's progress.
We had time at the end of the day to pop out to Chipstead and check with Irene Young about Petunia Dursley, who may be going by the name 'Patty Elliot' and living there in Chipstead camp. We're still not sure.
We've been trying to go cautiously, not wanting Young to think we're a threat to Mrs Dursley-Elliot or anyone else, and we've been trying to work out a way to arrange a meeting that won't either take her by surprise and make her hostile, or give her warning and time enough to refuse to meet us. Sirius doesn't expect she's likely to want anything to do with the Order of the Phoenix, and he's told us not to be surprised if she's not willing to cooperate with any wizards for any reason at all.
As it turned out, yesterday wasn't the day for meeting her. Truly, we'd no sooner found Mrs Young and let her know it was us, than she got word from one of her runners that there were a pair of Ministry 'black wands' in the camp, wanting to see her. She shooed us out so quickly we didn't catch the gist of what it was about, except that she was perfectly grim at the news and treated it as a full-on emergency.
Private Message to Frank
Date: 2013-09-24 02:45 am (UTC)Talk me out of it if you think it's mad to go.
Otherwise I'm thinking I'll try to get there on Wednesday.
Re: Private Message to Frank
Date: 2013-09-24 04:28 am (UTC)I want to get to the bottom of this too.
let's plan on it.
Re: Private Message to Frank
Date: 2013-09-24 04:29 am (UTC)given who she's related to.
and who we represent.
Re: Private Message to Frank
Date: 2013-09-25 05:03 am (UTC)To be honest, I'm more interested in knowing what Young can tell us about what happened there on Saturday than I am worried about whether Petunia Dursley will speak to us or not. That will have to go however it will.
So long as she doesn't raise the alarm when she figures out who we are. It could happen that way, you know. And we'll deal with it if it does.