{2nd Floor Corridor, Hogwarts}
{5th Oct 1991}
{3rd person POV}
"Why Peter Pettigrew, of course!" Rigel replied, his words washed over the two redheads in front of him. Susan now had a confused expression on her face, and Alia looked at him with narrowed eyes.
"Peter Pettigrew is dead. He died 17 years ago," Alia spoke, her eyes scanning Rigel's face for any slip-ups.
"Nope," Rigel reiterated, "I have a very good source that revealed to that Peter Pettigrew is alive, and I know where he is..." Rigel put his hand up, stopping Alia from interjecting, "...just listen to for a mont, please, Aunty?" Rigel pleaded it was the first ti he got a reaction from her as she glared at him.
"Alright, Alright, I know where my Uncle is as well, and I'll take you to him as soon as you can fulfill so very minor conditions of the mine." Rigel relented. He didn't want to anger the head of an important governnt body.
Alia looked at Rigel with narrowed eyes. The boy was clearly sharp, and his motivation was likely a lot more than bringing Sirius to justice. How she moved forward now would depend on what he demanded in return.
"Speak," she relented as well. Trying to get an arrest warrant against one of the heirs of the Noble house would take a lot of ti and proceedings when she had nothing but his word to go on. But she had an out as well. With the saring battle that went on in the Daily Prophet last month, she knew that the Malfoy was against Rigel, and likely that ant that the Minister was as well.
'It would be a little wrong, but he is obstructing a criminal investigation at this rate; I would just have to make sure that Malfoy's minions couldn't get anywhere near the boy.' Alemia concluded her Plan B.
"It's just a minor thing that would take so ti and effort, not too much, but just a little." Rigel started, but seeing Alia grunt at him to hurry up, he decided to cut his speech short and instead ask a question, "Do you have files on all the Azkaban prisoners? You know, sothing like the proceedings of how their trial went and stuff like that?"
Alia paused and thought about his question before she nodded, "Of course, why?"
"I want to see Sirius Black's trial file, a list of all the witnesses who were presented, and stuff like that," Rigel replied.
"Why?" Alia asked with narrowed eyes again. Rigel's motive didn't make sense, 'Did he want to know for sure that Sirius was guilty before he gave him up?'
It made logical sense, but sohow, Alia knew that would not be the case. She drumd her fingers on the desk as she maintained eye contact with the boy. She expected him to look away, but it seed he was quite confident in his demands.
"Fine, you will have your file; now, where is Black?" Alia asked.
"Right here!" Rigel replied but his joke didn't seem to amuse Alemia, from the corner of his eyes he did see Susan smile a little though.
"I'm not giving him up so soon. I want that file along with a eting to make sure my interests are not hard. It's nothing against you, and I have heard great things about you, but from what I know about the Muggle police, I see that they tend to be quite corrupt." Rigel shrugged. He seed to have annoyed Alia further as her hand twitched for her wand.
"Fine, I'll set you up a eting with a good Solicitor," Alia replied.
"Nope," Rigel reiterated before he put his hands up in surrender as Alia moved forward a little bit. He wanted her off her ga, so he had to resort to these petty tricks.
"We'll have another eting. I want you, the Minister, and Dumbledore to attend it as I give you the locations of both Pettigrew and Sirius," Rigel conceded.
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The staring contest began in Ernest as Rigel stared into Alia's grey eyes. He also noticed the difference between her and Susan's eye color.
"And I would appreciate it if you could get access to the Truth Serum in the next eting," Rigel replied, saying that he was now finished with his demands.
'I wonder which eye color is the dominant eye color of the Ancient and Noble House of Bones...'
"You'll have your eting tomorrow at 9 AM..." Alia replied before she stood up. After a nod, she walked out of the room without another word.
Rigel stared at her bouncing ass for a bit before he turned back to look at Susan with a questioning look.
"You irritated her. Did you have to be so annoying? Aunty would help you, you know," Susan asked. She frowned as she stared at Rigel.
"I know..." Rigel replied and sighed. He looked into Susan's eyes and spoke, "I know, but sches are a Slytherin thing, you know. One's reputation can only be trusted if the pros and cons of any action remain balanced. Your aunt has quite a lot to gain and quite a lot to lose following these events. I'm just looking out for my interest and ensuring the truth doesn't get buried."
The Bones heiress appreciatively nodded to his acting. Rigel knew that he had completed one of her conditions, so now he could move forward with his plan. He stood up and extended his hand to Susan sitting on a table. Susan's eyes brightened as she placed her hand in Rigel's as she hopped off the table.
Rigel maintained eye contact with Susan as he lightly brushed his lips against her knuckles. As he collected his reward for the condition, a flushed look appeared on Susan's face as he spoke, "Thank you for your help. I hope I didn't upset you with my sches. I hope we can be friends?"
As Susan struggled under the effects of her own arousal, Rigel glanced at the reward that he got.
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[Susan Bones Requirent 1 t]
[ 1% affinity to Charms]
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