Reconnaissance | Brody & Edgar
Recon was Brody’s least favourite kind of Order mission, not least of all because that seemed to be most of what the Order did these days. Sometimes Brody wondered why he hadn’t become an Auror. While he was more than happy to spend hours in the Department of Mysteries flipping through scrolls or books or doing experiments over and over again just to get information, he had a very different attitude towards things when it came to helping people and now, most specifically, the war. Wars required actions. Muggleborns like him and muggles themselves were being slaughtered almost daily by the Death Eaters and the Order...well, it was so concerned with its secrecy and its careful plans that it didn’t seem to be doing much as far as a resistance was concerned. Frustrating to no end, at least that’s how Brody thought of it. At least the Aurors got to hunt Death Eaters down, make them pay, but Brody had chosen his career long before the war and it wasn’t like he could’ve seen it coming.
Needless to say, he was in a bad mood. The sheeting rain didn’t help much, nor did his companion for this particular mission. Pulling his already drenched cloak tighter around him, Brody glanced at his companion. Edgar Bones. They tended to clash, the few times they’d had many interactions, though it didn’t usually have to do with Order business. No, their disagreements usually came at The Three Broomsticks and had to do with Rosie. Brody knew she and Edgar were close friends and didn’t know if they were anything more. Since it wasn’t obvious, he assumed Rosmerta was a free woman and therefore made his interest fairly plain when he was there. It wasn’t just that she was a beautiful, confident woman, she was also a friend, one of the only people who could actually calm him down when he was on a particularly angry kick or his temper had flared out of control. He valued that, yet it seemed like if Edgar had his way they’d never see each other again. Whether it was jealousy or overprotectiveness, Brody didn’t know and he didn’t particularly care. There was also the fact that he and Edgar both had fairly short fuses which made for a fairly volatile combination.
Gritting his teeth and letting out a breath, Brody wedged himself further back into the alcove where they were holding their stakeout, trying to get a little further under the paltry overhang so he could keep some small part of himself dry. They were supposed to be watching the house across the street as a suspected hideout for dark wizards and taking note of who went in and out but it had been an hour already and they’d yet to see anyone. “I still think we’d have more luck if we just broke in. We’d have a better chance of finding something.” It wasn’t the first time Brody had made the suggestion, but maybe this time Edgar would go for it. At least they’d be out of the rain and doing something worthwhile. Anything had to be better than just sitting here.
