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Aurora Sinistra (revontulet) wrote in all_roads,
@ 2008-02-05 00:43:00

Entry tags:

*thread-inprogress, allyssa stanton lestrange, aurora sinistra, narcissa black malfoy, rabastan lestrange, regulus black

A slow-growing madness; Château de Saule Noir [AS, NBM, RB, RL, ASL]
WHO: Aurora, Narcissa, Regulus, Rabastan, Allyssa, TBD
WHERE: Château de Saule Noir
WHEN: Thursday, 30 December, 1999; late afternoon
SUMMARY: Carina's kidnapping begins to wear heavily upon those in the Manor. IN-PROGRESS THREAD.
RATING: PG-13

Sleep had not come, not in any real length or depth, for anyone within Château de Saule Noir in the twenty-some hours since Carina had been kidnapped. The Manor had been alive with activity since yesterday evening when all manner of individuals from Aurors to volunteers, had appeared there to organize a search and question individuals. People had come and gone, yet nothing had come of it.

At least, until the owls. The letters had started sometime in the last few hours, detailing a madness they had not even suspected, of a person convinced by the Venom Quill entries of the debauchery that did not truly exist in the lives of those mentioned in the entry. Someone saw him or herself as the voice of reason, but it was a voice they all were certain was simply mad.

Aurora had been unwilling to leave last night when there might be something even in a small way that she could do, and though she had been offered a room, she had not used it. Several quick naps had kept her conscious for most of the night and the following day, and it was one such nap that she had fallen in to after leaving the hub of activity to avoid being an upsetting influence in her wave of distress. A sound, however, had awoken Aurora only a short time late, the sound of something being heaved against the wall. Startling sharply, she sat straight up in the chair and turned, finding the last person she thought she would ever find throwing things at walls.

Narcissa Black Malfoy.

With an unladylike curse, the journal Narcissa had thrown was followed by a vase and then a frame photograph, the last two shattering against the wall with a resounding crash. She had thought she was alone, for the room was not the center of activity, and remained unaware that she was being watched.

"Damn her, damn her to the deepest pits of hell!" she swore, a figurine smashing on the wall a moment later.

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lostblackheir
2008-02-05 06:12 am UTC (link)

Regulus, who had been studying the third letter over and over (he had studied them all multiple times and had just worked his way back to the third one) when he heard the bang. He jumped to his feet and darted into the room, mildly thankful to find that it was just Narcissa and Aurora, and also disappointed that it had not been a sign of his daughter's return.

"Damn who?" He asked, his voice tired and old. It might not have been years since his daughter was stolen from under his nose, but Regulus much looked as though it had. It was not that he had lost everything that he had to live for, no, he had other family in Narcissa and Rabastan and Carina and the others, including Aurora now, but that the light had been stolen from his day, hope and purity and all that was good was gone and he felt as though nothing could ever be right again. What if his little girl's innocence had been stolen by some crazy monster? What if she were killed? What if she were returned but not the same trusting little girl? What if....

He groaned, he had been zoning out. Rabastan, who was here on some sort of temporary leave to assist them and answer questions, had followed him into the room, and he could clearly see that Regulus had fallen into one of those introspective moods again. It seemed that when he wasn't fighting sleep or combing the country side he sat there as quietly as he could, lost in thought, though thankfully he was quiet busy with looking for his daughter and didn't often have time to indulge himself like that.

"Any news?" Rabastan asked quietly, putting a hand on Regulus's arm reassuringly. "Anything else?"

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pure_cissa
2008-02-05 06:22 am UTC (link)

In the process of levitating another item to hurl at the wall, Narcissa paused at the sound of Regulus' voice behind her, the vase falling to the floor where it hovered. She had not meant her actions to be witnessed or even heard, for others to see her composure leave her entirely, but right now the ability to regain it was beyond her.

"Bella, that traitor!" she hissed, turning on him with fury in her eyes. It was only then that she spotted Aurora and realized her departure from gentility had been witnessed in its entirety. The rest of her tirade died on her lips.

It was not hard for Aurora to grasp that being elsewhere right now would be easiest for them, even if her own sense of privacy was not in play to influence her perception. After all, 'Bella' was not a name commonly heard, even if Bellatrix Black Lestrange was infamous. "I think I would like some tea," she said quietly, moving to the door. "If you all will excuse me." With that, she slipped out into the corridor.