safe & sound
WHEN. march 16, 1983
WHERE. safe house at the back of the flaming dragon, mid-afternoon
WHO. @reggiecatastrophic
Xenophilius scrunched up his nose as he read through the message he needed to encode, on Jones' orders, into the Quibbler. How he was supposed to incorporate something about these very pertinent locations to supposed Death Eater houses and activity into an article on the mysteries surrounding the nudu's posion, Xeno would never know. It wasn't every day that the Quibbler featured creatures in its pages -- it did happen, as Xenophilius had a working knowledge of most creatures and a fascination with those he didn't -- but it was still proving to be frustrating.
His workspace had migrated as the wix had gone about his day, first from his home to the small, cramped but quaint office he ran the paper out of, and finally to the Order safe house at the back of the Dragon. It made sense, particularly when no one was using it, to toss his stuff about and see what Landes. The papers, as a consequence, that he'd brought with him were marked up considerably, but Xeno hadn't made progress.
Thus was the life, he supposed, of a writer.
"Oh, gargoyle dung," he muttered, chewing on the end of a quill. "Why couldn't she have made these things eas --" Xenophilius paused, hearing someone at the front of the 'house.'