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Alaric Yaxley

@ThatSecretCop

'Look not at what a man does, but the way in which he does it.' Member of the Wizarding world's secret police by infiltration, not aflicted with the Ministry.

@AuroraBolt0n --the only way to do that was to stop talking altogether}


@AuroraBolt0n --cheek, already sensing that his presence was irritating her. That simply wouldn't do - he needed her engaged, and perhaps--


@AuroraBolt0n -colour?} The only thing I have a true connection with are written words on paper. {he lightly scratched his stubbled--


@AuroraBolt0n Oh, I'm not the romantic type. {he chuckled, waving a dismissive hand as his gaze lingered on her hair - was that its natural-


@AuroraBolt0n --of love. {his eyes glittered in amusement, and the older gentleman beside him snorted from behind his book}


@AuroraBolt0n --hope at cornering this complex woman} I was waiting for you to admit something along the lines of going to Paris in search--


@AuroraBolt0n --dispose of that identity once it was no longer needed before moving on to another one. Henry, he hoped, was his best--


@AuroraBolt0n --the name memorised easily. It was like a game to him; he would train himself to believe he was a certain person, then--


@AuroraBolt0n --glued to the scenery outside the window as the train pulled out of the station} I'm Henry. Henry Lamont. {He had--


@AuroraBolt0n --Bolton. Smoothly ignoring her first question, he stuffed the journal back into his pocket and cleared his throat, eyes--


@AuroraBolt0n It's nice to meet you, Ms Clarke. {He knew that was a blatant lie - a pseudonym, of course, because she was certainly a--


@AuroraBolt0n --secret pocket in his suit jacket before pulling out a leather bound journal to emphasise his statement} And you?


@AuroraBolt0n --seat beside him. Already, he was ten steps ahead of her} Yes, I am. Journalist. {He smiled politely, searching his--


@AuroraBolt0n Thank you. {He nodded, hiding a victorious smile as he took a seat in front of her, resting the newspaper on the vacant--


@VivSparrow --woman would most likely suit whatever she picked out of the shop anyway}


@VivSparrow --fashion} Are you positive these are the ones? You haven't tried them on yet...{He stated dumbly, already guessing that the--


@VivSparrow {Alaric watched in amusement as Vivian did what girls do best - it amazed him, actually, how women had such an eye for--


@AuroraBolt0n --sit - and to do that, he had to trick himself into believing it first.}


@AuroraBolt0n --lull her into a false sense of security. He had to make her believe he was an ordinary man in search of a place to--


@AuroraBolt0n --himself and the older man to slip into} May I? {He asked politely, chancing his entire demeanour and tone purely to--


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