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hisses (hisses) wrote in 99deatheaters,
@ 2011-07-16 21:56:00

WHO Voldemort, Death Eaters
WHAT Meeting
WHEN Saturday night
WHERE The Grove, Hogsmeade

Anyone who suspected that Lord Voldemort sat prettily on his throne at the helm of Wizarding Britain would be sorely mistaken. Indeed, he foresaw no immediate threat to his power, yet he also saw no end to it either. As such, Voldemort continually and painstakinly planned for the future. His infiltration into every aspect of wizarding government was complete. His demonizing and othering of the Tainted and Filths was well under way. It was not, however, complete.

This was the basis of the meeting Voldemort had called. If he was to ensure longevity to his approach and succeed in his purification of Britain - and abroad, eventually - he needed to wipe ever last member of the Filth from the face of the planet. In just a few short years, Voldemort and his supporters had severely crippled those of less fortunate blood in terms of number, morale, and basic survival necessities. These last few would have to be picked off - one by one, if need be.

Touching his hand to his forearm, Voldemort called for his Death Eaters and awaited their arrival. His chosen spot for tonight's congregation? The very public area of Hogsmeade known as the Grove. By day, this picturesque little corner of the town housed laughing children and picnics. Tonight, however, it would house something much more sinister. Cloaked figures arrived in twos and threes until the circle around Voldemort was complete. He waited a moment longer, savoring the devotion echoing through the air around him.

"My friends," he began, his voice proud and assured, "welcome. Congratulations are in order. Lucius," he said, eyes trailing slowly over to the blond maned man, "your promotion was well earned. And Augustus, I believe I speak for everyone in attendance when I say congratulations to you and Mrs. Rookwood. This is a most agreeable blessing, is it not?" A chorus of accords echoed on the wind. "As with all matters, we must remember that causes for celebration do not excuse us from work. We still have much to do. Goyle has informed me that as of the last survey, there are between thirty and fifty Filths believed to still be in the country." Voldemort's demeanor changed. Quite suddenly, anger hovered just beneath the surface at the incompetency of his Death Eaters. They were muggleborns and half breeds; they should be no match for the witches and wizards of such esteemed lineages. Yet these germs had evaded them all. "I do not consider myself unreasonable when I suggest that this is unacceptable. This stain on our great society cannot remain. We must clean it as we must clean ourselves. My dear Alecto, if you please - " At Voldemort's request, a decidedly feminine shape broke from the circle and joined Voldemort at its center. Her distinct voice broke through the night air.

"Teams," she announced crisply. "We shall work together to track and get rid of the last remaining Filths."

Callum Avery & Regulus Black -- Lily Evans, Dirk Cresswell
Christian Avery & Amycus Carrow -- Matthew Abrams, Rose Abrams
Bellatrix Black & Rodolphus Lestrange -- Dorcas Meadowes, Atticus Peakes
Alecto Carrow & Abraham Crabbe -- Betty Braithwaite, Rufus Scrimgeour
Barty Crouch Jr & Rex Flint -- Caroline Clearwater, August Clearwater
Antonin Dolohov & Raoul Selwyn -- Dedalus Diggle, Isabel Rosmerta
Marko Flint & Lucius Malfoy -- Ted Tonks, Claire Rowe
Apollo Greengrass & Caspar Rosier -- Daisy Hookum, Jasmine Hookum
Leo Greengrass & Thorfinn Rowle -- Jonathon Jones, Zachary Jones
Octavius Jugson & Rocco Yaxley -- Mary Macdonald, Miles Sloper
Igor Karkaroff & Damien Travers -- Robert Edgecombe, Tilden Toots
Rabastan Lestrange & Walden Macnair -- Fenrir Greyback, Marigold Hookum
Augustus Rookwood & Evan Rosier -- Corey Entwhistle, Thackery Davis
Severus Snape & Juliette Greengrass -- Remus Lupin, Maxwell Maclaggen
Alexander Wilkes & Vincent Nott -- Aida Finnigan, Declan Finnigan

After Alecto had finished reading off the teams and assignments as laid out by one of Voldemort's most trusted Death Eaters, Rodolphus Lestrange, Voldemort took the center of the circle again, dismissing Alecto with a quiet nod of his head.

"I do not care how. I do not care when. These are your assignments. They are your priorities. It is July 1982. By January 1983, I should like a new world, one devoid of all manner of filth." To emphasize this point, Voldemort strode the perimeter of his circle and stared daggers into the eyes of his followers. "Should you fail," he added, tone menacing, "then perhaps you are no matter than the Filth you hunt, and therefore you, too, shall be wiped clean."

With that, Voldemort disapparated.

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gustrook
2011-07-17 11:55 pm UTC (link)

Augustus had put in a long day's work at the Ministry and had been looking forward to getting home. He was discovering that the business of marriage wasn't entirely bad - he rather liked coming home to someone. It wasn't that he and Bellamy were fast friends or synced lovers, but she was cordial and so was he. They had nice conversations, and he believed her affections were true when she would kiss his cheek before bed. Somewhat uncharacteristically, Gus passed on dinner tonight in favour of crawling into bed early. Bellamy was already there - she tired earlier than usual with the added exertion of being pregnant, albeit only just so. He didn't mind. Beneath the covers, he trained his eyes on the ceiling above and listened to the rhythmic turnings of the page in her book. He had only just began to doze when he felt an all too familiar burning on his arm.

Sighing heavily, he slipped from the bed and pulled on his robes again. "Forgot something at the office," he said in way of an explanation to Bellamy. "Shouldn't take too long," he added with a kiss to her forehead. With that, he Disapparated.

Coming to, Augustus took his usual spot in the circle and waited, wondering what news He had for them tonight. When Alecto began reciting partners for a hunting mission, Augustus tried to keep his disappointment from showing. He preferred to work by himself on matters such as this, but there was really no way around it now. It figures that he'd be partner with his brother-in-law, Evan, but Gus knew it could have been worse. Evan was a good fellow, strong. He'd pull his own weight on this one, Gus was sure. As for who they were after, Augustus had never heard of them in his life. He hoped Evan had, just to make things easier. He caught Evan's eye - or who he thought was Evan, judging by this figure's general outline - and tucked his chin up in affirmation.

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rifler
2011-07-19 06:26 pm UTC (link)

The day had been long for Evan as well, but instead of trying to get some sleep before yet another long day at the office, he'd chosen to stay up with a bottle of Firewhiskey. Or, to be honest, he'd attempted to open a bottle just as the familiar burn on his arm caused him to smirk. He was needed again, and this time for something real, something useful. He grabbed his cloak, pausing briefly to wonder if he should tell Vivienne where he was going at such a late hour. No point, honestly - he came and went as he pleased, rarely bothering to explain his movements to her. She didn't seem to mind his absence most of the time, so it worked out well for the both of them. The grin on Evan's face widened as he disapparated.

Bowing his head just the tiniest bit Evan took his place in the circle, anxious to hear what the Dark Lord had planned for his followers. Listening to every word the smirk on his face turned into a small, vicious smile that was oddly similar to a snarl. He wasn't a team player, not by far, but if he had to be paired with someone, Rookwood was hardly the worst possible option. He gave a tiny nod to his brother-in-law as the Dark Lord disapparated, eager to get to work.

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bluenose
2011-07-19 02:04 am UTC (link)

Severus was at ease in the middle of that Saturday evening, resting his head against the soft combination of pleasant aroma and gentle fabric. It wasn't until the sharp pain from his right forelimb ignited his consciousness, which in turn caused the dark wizard to jolt from his sleeping quarters and efficiently respond to his savior's every beck and call. It was a night like any other—one that brought many signs of early aging and exhaustion to the lower lids of his eyes. As Severus touched down near the Grove via apparating, he took an unfamiliar position around the circle of his brethren and observed the snake-like anomaly through plated attire. He had since recently earned himself reasonable alibi and trust within the cause as he began his tenure as the new Potions Professor at Hogwarts. Arriving rather late was always costly despite being able to dodge the wrath of Lord Voldemort. Tonight there appeared to be some sort of assignments and it unfortunately seemed to have involved him. Yet, as much as he had yearned not to have been addressed in this project, there happened to be one name in particular that he'd been looking out for from the beginning; Lily Evans. As he tried not to openly ponder the note she had left through the help of owls, Severus concentrated on his partner, Juliette, and the two they were sent to terminate, Remus Lupin and Maxwell Maclaggen. He did not know much of Juliette and honestly cared very little. Severus thought of handling both situations himself in spite of a certain helping hand. He did not want the entirety of his life in the hands of someone else. Passing on the list, he disappeared into the night after thus being dismissed by the Dark Lord, himself.

“.. It shall be done.”

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verdeant
2011-07-22 02:16 am UTC (link)

Juliette was pleased to be summoned to Lord Voldemort's side, as she hadn't had the chance to be active lately. With having her son, and teaching at Hogwarts, she wasn't usually chosen for missions, so she listened, ears perked to catch her name.

But when she heard it, and who she would be working with, her pleasure dimmed. She didn't really trust Snape, and would have preferred to be partnered with her husband or brother, with whom success would be guaranteed.

Of the two targets, one name was familiar to her, and one was not. She would have to look into 'Maxwell Maclaggen,' and learn what she could of him. Juliette believed in being as prepared as possible, and part of that preparation was to learn what she could. After all, you never knew when a particular bit of knowledge would come in handy, especially when hunting someone.

Letting no sign of her displeasure show -- that simply wouldn't do -- she left when dismissed.

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