At The Crossroads A Second Time

[ihaveanappforthat]

WHO: James Moriarty & Snow
TONE: Tense
RATING: G
WHEN: Sometime after the Quidditch Match
WHERE: The Greenhouse
WHAT: Moriarty has a few questions because he's curious.
STATUS: [ONGOING]

[Moriarty didn't have Inquisitor Snow as a professor, but he had seen him around quite a few times. Despite the lack of familiarty with the other, he strolled right into the greenhouse like he owned the place, dark eyes observed everything. His hands were stuffed in his pockets as he came across who he was looking for.]

Are you fond of tea, Inquisitor Snow? Recently, I tried a blend I bought, a lovely jasmine rose tea.

[He stops by the other, eyes curious.]

Comments

[ihaveanappforthat]

[When he withdraws his hand it goes right back in his pocket.]

I've always been one for pleasantries. But if you insist!

You've asked the student body quite a few questions, even accused quite a few people of wrong doing. I want to ask you a few questions, I'm sure you wouldn't mind. Would you?

[Cue the curious headtilt.]

Unless of course you're hiding something which I would never accuse you of. But I have to say it is a bit strange: you being here to protect us and of course your name... yet somehow things pertaining to dark magic keep happening. Isn't that odd?

[drivensnow]

[Once Moriarty is finished speaking, Snow is silent for a long moment. There's no denying that he's angry. That would be a lie, but he hides it well. He doesn't like the nerve of him, coming in here and questioning him so readily.]

Dark magic was happening long before I arrived. If you don't recall, there was an incident last year involving an unforgivable curse. I obviously wasn't here for that. The Halloween incident is the first of such events to happen under my authority. Odd, yes. But it just means the culprit hasn't been found yet.

[ihaveanappforthat]

[A frown finds its way on his face as he shrugs and straightens up. Even still his dusky gaze never leaves the other male, seeming to enjoy the eye contact.

He shakes his head with the displeasure of a kid who's just been denied his favourite toy.]

Oh no, I wasn't accusing you of being the culprit -- let's not be boring.

[He pulls a face, mocking the other's defensiveness.]

No, I don't think you're the culprit or I would not be here alone with you -- I'm not an imbecile, no, no.

I just find it curious - as someone who places their faith in the ministry, bless you and bless my father for all your hard work. You're sort of a hero, really - that something like this could happen right under your nose!

[Pristine eyebrows knit together in what looks like anger and he brings his left hand up to roll his wrist in some odd gesture.]

It worries me, you see.

[It upset his boo and he doesn't like when other things upset his boo. Only he is allowed to upset his boo.]