Order Only: James Prescott
Apr. 21st, 2009 01:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alt_arthurIt's with genuine grief that I must report the word on the fate of James Prescott. He was convicted last week of the charge of helping run a resistance network, with the intention of "overthrowing the Protectorate." He has been declared a Blood Traitor, and his wand has been confiscated and snapped. All his assets have been seized by the Ministry, and he’s been sentenced to Azkaban for life. His poor wife has been left absolutely devastated and of course, penniless, forced to move in with relatives.
It has been a difficult job to piece together the puzzle of what exactly happened, but I can say at least, with pain mixed with pride, that James Prescott didn’t betray himself or anyone else. Bill managed to learn, Merlin knows how, that Llewellyn-Davis caught Prescott snooping in some files at Protectorate Affairs for which he certainly didn’t have clearance—-perhaps he tripped some protective wards by opening them. I’m not sure what Prescott was looking for, presumably information for this other resistance network.
Well, it seems Llewellyn-Davis had political plans, and he decided he needed a little insurance. He’s been assembling a whole dossier of files on people, all brimming with blackmail material. Don't know what his eventual goal was–-Minister of Magic, perhaps? Who knows? Word about those files is getting around the office, making several people break out in heavy perspiration. Given that he’d caught Prescott red-handed, Llewellyn-Davis then seems to have tried to blackmail him into gathering information for him. But Prescott is made of tougher stuff than that--I imagine he told Llewellyn-Davis to go soak his head. A few days after that, Llewellyn-Davis was himself arrested, and first chance he got, as best as Bill’s sources can tell, he threw Prescott to the wolves.
It might have come to nothing, since all Llewellyn-Davis could really pin on him was that Prescott had looked in the wrong file, and Prescott himself didn’t break character in the least under questioning. Cool as ice mice, according to Norma Brownmiller, who was shown one of the transcripts when they were questioning her. But one of the other operatives in Prescott’s network was also caught up in the sweeps following Llewellyn-Davis’ arrest, and he was the one who offered up the evidence that finally damned Prescott.
Brownmiller has been interrogated repeatedly, but I think is out of danger for now. She is clearly heartbroken about James when speaking in private with me, although she is doing a good job of keeping up appearances. This other mysterious network seems to have been entirely rolled up, about ten people in all, as far as Bill and I have managed to learn. None had any ties to anyone with the Order.
I’ve been quite shaken by this news. Dreadful business. James Prescott was a tough, smart man who had his moral compass pointing unerringly in the right direction. What higher praise can I have for any man? For him to waste his life and mind away in Azkaban just infuriates me.
What a criminal shame.
It has been a difficult job to piece together the puzzle of what exactly happened, but I can say at least, with pain mixed with pride, that James Prescott didn’t betray himself or anyone else. Bill managed to learn, Merlin knows how, that Llewellyn-Davis caught Prescott snooping in some files at Protectorate Affairs for which he certainly didn’t have clearance—-perhaps he tripped some protective wards by opening them. I’m not sure what Prescott was looking for, presumably information for this other resistance network.
Well, it seems Llewellyn-Davis had political plans, and he decided he needed a little insurance. He’s been assembling a whole dossier of files on people, all brimming with blackmail material. Don't know what his eventual goal was–-Minister of Magic, perhaps? Who knows? Word about those files is getting around the office, making several people break out in heavy perspiration. Given that he’d caught Prescott red-handed, Llewellyn-Davis then seems to have tried to blackmail him into gathering information for him. But Prescott is made of tougher stuff than that--I imagine he told Llewellyn-Davis to go soak his head. A few days after that, Llewellyn-Davis was himself arrested, and first chance he got, as best as Bill’s sources can tell, he threw Prescott to the wolves.
It might have come to nothing, since all Llewellyn-Davis could really pin on him was that Prescott had looked in the wrong file, and Prescott himself didn’t break character in the least under questioning. Cool as ice mice, according to Norma Brownmiller, who was shown one of the transcripts when they were questioning her. But one of the other operatives in Prescott’s network was also caught up in the sweeps following Llewellyn-Davis’ arrest, and he was the one who offered up the evidence that finally damned Prescott.
Brownmiller has been interrogated repeatedly, but I think is out of danger for now. She is clearly heartbroken about James when speaking in private with me, although she is doing a good job of keeping up appearances. This other mysterious network seems to have been entirely rolled up, about ten people in all, as far as Bill and I have managed to learn. None had any ties to anyone with the Order.
I’ve been quite shaken by this news. Dreadful business. James Prescott was a tough, smart man who had his moral compass pointing unerringly in the right direction. What higher praise can I have for any man? For him to waste his life and mind away in Azkaban just infuriates me.
What a criminal shame.
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Date: 2009-04-21 10:07 pm (UTC)I find I can't face any more of the reports on my desk today, Molly. I'll be on my way home in just a few.