[What Tyke had Sirius do, when he joined up with security like a madman, was lock the cells, because they've been unlocked for ages, and no one knew about it. When he was doing the spells, it had seemed like a joke, like a great deal of fun. Charmswork. Easy. Sirius had even showed off a little, because he likes Tyke, because he wants to make her job easier.
What isn't easy is this. Edgeworth, supposedly accused of murder, dragged down to the brig--not dragged, probably. Willingly strolled down. That's more his style, because he's a git, and as soon as he listens to the message Sirius knows he didn't do it, because he knows Edgeworth. There's a scant few seconds where he thinks maybe--but only because of that weird message from the other day, and his refusal to answer on where he was and what the hell was going on. He'd walked the ship looking for him--maybe not as doggedly as he should have; he should have done more, he should have worked harder at it.
But what he can do is go and get him out. Because Edgeworth isn't a murderer, because he's one of Sirius' best mates aboard this ship and even if he was seeking revenge, he wouldn't kill over it. Not Edgeworth, who hasn't so much as jumped out of a tree on a dare.
So he waits. Not for long, he can't manage it for long, and without announcing himself he slips down to the brig to undo the spells that lock the doors. He doesn't say anything to Edgeworth as he works, his face tight and drawn and a little pale. The sooner he's done with it, the better.]
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What isn't easy is this. Edgeworth, supposedly accused of murder, dragged down to the brig--not dragged, probably. Willingly strolled down. That's more his style, because he's a git, and as soon as he listens to the message Sirius knows he didn't do it, because he knows Edgeworth. There's a scant few seconds where he thinks maybe--but only because of that weird message from the other day, and his refusal to answer on where he was and what the hell was going on. He'd walked the ship looking for him--maybe not as doggedly as he should have; he should have done more, he should have worked harder at it.
But what he can do is go and get him out. Because Edgeworth isn't a murderer, because he's one of Sirius' best mates aboard this ship and even if he was seeking revenge, he wouldn't kill over it. Not Edgeworth, who hasn't so much as jumped out of a tree on a dare.
So he waits. Not for long, he can't manage it for long, and without announcing himself he slips down to the brig to undo the spells that lock the doors. He doesn't say anything to Edgeworth as he works, his face tight and drawn and a little pale. The sooner he's done with it, the better.]