Kingsley (frenchkings) wrote in ageofdarkness, @ 2010-04-10 15:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | kingsley shacklebolt |
No Mercy
Who: Kingsley Shacklebolt and Theodore Nott Sr.
What: A death scene
When: Saturday evening, at the same time as the ball
Where: London, just outside the Ministry
Why: Hunting the Hunters
Warnings: Violence, Death
Status: Complete
Kingsley knew a rather lot about his target, from his daily schedule to how his wife had died years ago. The debutante ball was that night, with the man’s very own son escorting the elder Lestrange daughter. But unlike many pureblood parents, including the Lestranges, this man chose to work, to bring ruin and pain onto other people’s families, without making time for his own.
And he never took the floo.
April though it was, the night was dark when Theodore Nott Sr. left the office; angry footsteps echoed loudly on the pavement, so that Kingsley could have followed blindfolded. But he wasn’t blindfolded, only dressed in dark colors, so that he was difficult to see in the shadows. Nott walked quickly toward an alley, where no one would see him apparate home – taking him right past Kingsley Shacklebolt without even so much a glance to see if someone was there. Shacklebolt stood silent, wand out.
Nott paused in the spot he usually apparated from. That was new. The man had senses – or just hairs going up on the back of his head. The man’s eyes peered into the darkness seeing nothing. His wand was out, waiting for any sound.
But Shacklebolt did not speak when he cast his spell. Diffindo, the tall man concentrated. The burst of magic from his wand lit up the alley, tall building dwarfing them in the darkness. Nott’s mouth opened as he began to cast a spell, but his actions were too slow.
Silence flooded the background as the man fell to the ground, hands grappling at his throat, but the gurgling sounds were short lived. A few steps brought the dark skinned man to the older man’s side. His wand pressed against the dying man’s temple, Kingsley removed the memory of their meeting in the man’s last few moments. Empty eyes stared at him.
Picking up and pocketing the wand, the wizard did not close the man’s eyes. His work was done.