Dover Club

[m_1512]

[m_1512]

A nice comfortable building in Dover, facing the Channel.
This used to be a muggle clubhouse, but for some reason they abandoned it and dare not step foot in it again.
Should wizards use this as a club? Or will it be a club exclusive to Ministry employees?

[Agamemnon]

All wizards!

[m_1512]

Midnight.

The small city is asleep, in the calm channel breeze. A policeman (muggle) is seen patrolling in his car. He pulls over near the corner. He starts walking down the street. He notices the houses, some closed as the inhabitants were on vacation, some sleeping peacefully, and some empty adding more silence to an eerie night. He walks by an handsome building which used to be called the Dover club.

But wait!
He stops abruptly, watching the building with rapt attention. He clicks on the radio device perched on his left shoulder. It clicks to life.
Come in, Control room here.
He inclines his head near the device, so his mouth is almost touching it.
Control room, Officer Charles here. Say Jack, wasn't the Dover Club deserted?
It was, some superstition. And the building was locked down. Why?
Charles hesitated.
Just checking mate. Maybe some squatter might be loitering on the grounds.
Be careful then Charles.
Not to worry, I have a gun.
He switches off the radio.

He can see faint trace of a fire in the upper room, and for a second he saw a bright flash of a light. He hesitated, looking sideways. He made his decision, he stepped inside the gate and walked briskly up to the door. He merely touched the doorknob and the door opened. He thought to himself,
I thought this place was locked. What is going on here? The lock does not seem to have been forced.

He hears a noise upstairs.
He pulls out his magnum revolver. He steels himself, thinking over and again,
I am armed. Must be some squatter come to have a bit of fun here.

He climbs up the stairway. He can hear more noises, some hissing noise, and then some gruff voices trying to talk in a whisper. Drawing himself up, he eases the safety catch of his revolver.
He kicks the door open, and pointing his revolver forward, he charges in,
Freeze! Drop your weapons! Put your hands where I can see them!

A person there raises what looked like a wooden stick and pointed it at him, whispering something.
But Charles did not listen. He just realised something with a surge of fear. His hands wielding the revolver were now acting on their own accord. He watched in horror as the pointed the revolver at the throat, aiming up his chin and towards the skull.
As he begin to scream, his finger pressed the trigger.
There was a bang, and all was quite again.

[Dark Storm]

"Idiot."
came the gruff voice from the back room,
"Why not just alert the entire area to our presence."

"But...but..."
mumbled the chastised man
"he was going to find us...shoot us..."

"Idiot"
the voice from the backroom repeated,
"It was a mere muggle, nothing more"
he sighed
"we'll have to move now, we could have hidden ourselves, but instead you have to go all...fancy."
he continued berating his student,
"Whatever happened to a simple Avada Kervada? Huh..."

"It was an accident..."
the man mumbled weakly, stepping over to the body and inspecting the wound...

"Accident? You call that an accident? Idiot, absolute bloody idiot, we have a job to do, a mission and you go about causing accidents. One more move like that and i'll be continuing this journey alone, you hear that? ALONE."
He stood up and paced to the body,
"Now clean this mess up, make sure it does look like an accident, muggles will be swarming all over the place in a moment and I need to...prepare."

[m_1512]

The street was silent. The many houses being vacant as the people had gone away for vacations. But there was one, one house where a man heard something.

He had been sleeping in the hall. He puts on a dressing robe, and steps outside. He picks up his poker, and steps into the night. He walks the length of the street.
What he deduces astounds him.
But that's impossible. this building has been deserted for years. And ghosts cannot fire a gun.

He calls the police from the telephone box.
Police control room!
I am speaking from near the Dover Club. I just heard a gun shot from that house. But the building was empty for years, cause it's haunted, see.
Sir, the police cannot do anything about ghosts!
Yes, but there is also an empty police car nearby.
Alright Sir, we'll send a team down there. Please remain in your house, and lock your doors.


10 minutes later...

3 cars careen to a stop outside the building, their sirens blaring into the night. 6 officers get out.
The senior most of those steps out and says to his men,
Right! Gentlemen, we might have a situation. There might be an injured policeman in there.
He walks near the gate.
You two! From the back door.
Robert! We get in from the front.
And you two! Each of you will get in from side of the house from the windows.

Right! NOW!

The policemen charge into the house. Seeing that the lower house in empty, the crouch up the stairs, steady and alert.
They find a trail of blood outside a door. The lead officer kicks the door open.
FREEZE! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!

[Dark Storm]

As they burst into the room they find a wide open space, complete with customary cobwebs and in the centre lay the dead police officer, his hand clasped around the gun that had killed him...

[Agamemnon]

'Sir, it doesn't make sense. None at all. Why, we just played poker the other night, and he won three hundred pounds! And he just got married! Why would he do this?'

The bobbies picks up the gun.

[m_1512]

A man apparates nearby. He walks near the length of the street. He stops short just before the Dover club building. Watching the Police cars apprehensively as if a policeman would be hiding in them. Confident that no one is watching, he pulls out his wand.

A patronus shoots out of it's tip, taking a message to James Baird, Headmaster. He pockets the wand, but still gripping by one hand walks towards the gate. He enters and walks towards the source of several voices.

He leans on the doorway, and takes out his Ministry badge. He walks in and clears his throat.
Good Morning officers! I am Detective Percy here to investigate this case.
I hope you will cooperate. You may move the dead body, but please leave the firearm there itself.
Holding the badge in his left hand, raised a bit for all to see, he says,
My badge.

As the officers turn to look at the badge, he takes out his wand carefully and mutters,
Confundo!

[Dark Storm]

Spell: Fail

-2 will power

(note, please be a tad more sensible with spells. You're level 2-3 at best, that's a level 5 spell. Sorry)

[Dark Storm]

With a loud 'crack' James apparates within metres of the clubhouse, noticing the police cars he takes caution and slowly proceeds inside...

[m_1512]

Percival quickly pockets the badge. His right hand still clutching the wand in his pocket, he says,
Right! Officers, would you step outside?

[Dark Storm]

James entered the room that he heard voices emanating from, assessing the situation quickly he kept his want to his side, out of view of the police...

[m_1512]

The police leave with the body of their colleague. They also refused to leave what they called the Suicide weapon to the strange fellow calling himself a detective.

The Inspector has a parthian shot as he leaves,
Now you be careful, whatever detective you are. This building is funny, haunted now that I have everything. A happy man came here to shoot himself. Make sure you don't have anything dangerous on you.

The cars leave one by one.

[Dark Storm]

James walked out of the shadows to face the man,
"What was that about?"
he asked, concerned

[m_1512]

Percival sinks into a chair there.

A muggle man shoots himself to death. And whats more, he had no reason to do that. The second part is how he got the gun?

[Dark Storm]

"Yes, that's odd. English muggles don't carry guns."
James looked at the man,
"What brought you here?"

[Dark Storm]

"Yes, that's odd. English muggles don't carry guns."
James looked at the man,
"What brought you here?"

[m_1512]

I found this house. Some muggle rubbish about hauntings and ghosts.
Have a seat, won't you?
By the way, do you happen to know someone called Prince?

[Dark Storm]

James grew defensive momentarily, his students were important and he would do what he could to ensure their safety,
"Why?"
he asked suspiciously...