Wands and Fireguns

12. Uncovered Truths

'Speak of the devil,' Crossing my arms, I feigned a careless stance as I rested against the wall. Bobby Jerry eyed me curiously, amused by his colourful nickname as I reciprocated his stare. 'I could ask you the same question.'

Chuckling to himself, the man's moustache moved slightly as it had grown a few inches since the last time I had seen him. 'Awe don't have the time to deal with ye, move along will ya?'

He moved forward.

Quickly I stepped in his way. Not so fast Bruno

His eyes narrowed. 'Yer better step aside, Missy.'

'Well, I won't move until you tell me why you're here.' I snapped. 'Especially now that your friends been barging around like you own the place! The other kids are getting rowdy, and I have to figure out what's going on before I'll get spiked with pitchforks!'

Surprised by the sudden outburst, copper Jerry retreated a little. Still, he wore a smug smile on his round face that told me he was simply amused. Amused! Jerry the gloater had been looking at me as if all I had just told him had been jester. 'An where in God's name would ye find yerself a pitchfork, Girlie? Ave no thought there would be any 'round in n'orphanage such as this one.'

'Not me! The other children!'

'Are ye sure bout that? An' where do they stash them weapons? This broomcloset?' Jerry opened a door to our left, glancing inside of it as it had been completely empty spare for the dust and spiderwebs. 'Looks empty to me.'

The thought of pushing him inside and turning the lock had been very tempting now. But sadly, I imagined locking up a police officer wasn't allowed by the law either.

Since when did I abide the law?

'You don't say.' I muttered. 'Even if we had a share of weapons within a ten-foot reach, why would we stuff them in broomclosets that's accessible to anyone?'

Closing the door, Jerry the brainless looked like he was contemplating what I just had said but didn't answer.

'Anyway, we weren't talking about if we have weapons in this household! We were talking about the reason behind this raid!'

'Missy... awe cannot give ye any specified information bout this. Not until we take Mrs Cole- Oh...uh, I-I should not have said that.'

'Did you say take Mrs Cole? Take her where? The police station!?'

Jerry's cheeks started to burn bright red as he fiddled with the tight collar around his neck. '-Awe did no such thing.'

'Liar!' I accused.

Little droplets of sweat started to form onto the coppers forehead as he glanced around himself in search for an escape to answering my questions. Ha! Who was the interrogated now?

'Do ye wish for me to take ye back to the station Girlie?'

I guess those roles reversed quickly. I contemplated the decision for a second before I realised going back to the station wouldn't help me in this situation either. I could already imagine the face of Rikkard being esthetic that he was right once again, and girls couldn't even slip out and get some little information about what the hell was going on in the building.

Squaring my shoulders, I replied confidently: 'There's no charge for dragging me back to that greyish hellhole, excuse my language, Sir.'

Jerry the shaking bag of beans gave me a look that told me he didn't take none of that. 'Is there really?'

'What? Of course, there isn't!' I said immediately. Though, in my perspective I hadn't really done anything wrong as of late. Partly because of what the professor Dumbledore had scolded me for. It was my job now to prove him I could stay out of trouble for a longer period. 'Truthfully!'