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Bellatrix Lestrange (unyieldingstar) wrote in an_ill_wind,
@ 2009-03-28 15:07:00

Entry tags:

- 1980/03 march, bellatrix lestrange, millicent bagnold

Who: Bellatrix Lestrange, Millicent Bagnold, assorted NPC Aurors
When: Saturday morning
Where: The Ministry of Magic
What: Wrapping up some unfinished business
Rating: Violence and death
Status: In progress

Subtlety had never been Bellatrix's strength. When presented with the seemingly impossible task of assassinating the woman who was poised to become the next Minister of Magic, most of her compatriots would have spent hours pouring over possible plans and scenarios, agonising over the best plan of attack.

Not Bellatrix. No, she just marched right into the Ministry in full Death Eater regalia, with no fear of capture or defeat. She had failed once this week and it would not happen again, in that she was absolutely firm. To be fair this was never a stunt she would attempt during the week itself, but the Ministry was all but deserted on the weekends and she had confidence she would be able to handle anyone who crossed her path.

The watch-wizard on duty was the first to fall - the atrium was thankfully deserted aside from him - but before he had the chance to sound the alarms, Bellatrix had a killing curse flying across the room and the man had fallen face first onto his desk.

Bellatrix had at least done a bit of homework and knew that Millicent would undoubtedly be working through the weekend. Millicent and her new security escort of the Aurors who never left her side, but they were hardly a concern. Now it was simply a matter of getting to the first level of the building and to Millicent herself. Had anyone actually seen her waiting for the lifts, arms folded across her chest and impatiently watching the little gold arrow tick its way up to eight from behind her mask, they likely would have done a double-take, the sight was so odd. Not only that there was a Death Eater roaming freely around the Ministry (and that was strange enough) but that she did not skulk around corners or carry herself in any way that suggested she might be concerned, instead acting like she absolutely belonged there. Finally the lift arrived and despite the rather strong urge to destroy that irritatingly chipper voice announcing the levels, the trip was without incident.

But now she moved a bit more carefully. Rodolphus had done a bit of reconnaissance within the Ministry for her and she knew she did not want to end up in a fight with multiple Aurors all at the same time. She needed this to go quickly and smoothly, not have a repeat of the earlier incident. This was to be her redemption and everything would go exactly according to plan. Which was a lot easier when said plan was simply 'enter, kill, retreat.' Better to keep things simple, really. The Auror nearest to the lifts was killed before he could even raise his wand and Bellatrix moved further in.

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fuelledbylattes
2009-03-28 09:55 pm UTC (link)

Millicent was at her desk with two aurors outside the door. She'd been paranoid and jumpy since the attack, always looking over her shoulder and peering around corners, afraid that the Death Eater who'd tried to kill her would be skulking about, waiting for the opportune moment to finish the job. The statement had been Crouch's idea; show that the ministry was stronger than ever, that they were prepared for the worst, and that they wouldn't take the war lying down. Millicent hadn't been so sure, but after such a traumatizing event and an even larger amount of stress to look forward to as Minister (and through this damned transition), she was almost happy to take a little direction and play puppet.

Never again, not after the result.

Any further statements would surely aggravate You Know Who even more, and it wasn't worth the risk. Not after hundreds of innocent muggles had died because of her mouth--because of her idiocy. She was not starting off on a good foot, but could barely concentrate on what she was doing anymore. Between Wilde's office, compiling a cabinet, and preparing funeral arrangements for Marion and Patrick (not to mention having to answer to her family for what had happened)... One person could not handle the combination of workload and emotion well. It had to be impossible.

Millicent sighed audibly, removed her glasses, and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

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unyieldingstar
2009-03-29 05:58 pm UTC (link)

Although there was still some lingering soreness in her body from the previous night's exercise with the Carrows, Bellatrix moved calmly and confidently down the hall, her wand at the ready to deal with the next Auror to come in between her and her prey. But it was just the two positioned outside Millicent's door who were left. Fleetingly, she thought that if Rodolphus was successful in his bid for Minister, she was most certainly going to have to have a word with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement about effective security, but that was not important now.

Two more killing curses flew out of her wand, each quickly finding their home in the Auror's chests as the two men slumped to the floor, although not before the second of the pair had a chance to fire off a stupefy that Bellatrix narrowly avoided. Such quick work was not her usual style - it was not nearly as satisfying as toying with her victims and watching them suffer, but there was simply no time for that.

Bellatrix stepped over one of the Auror's bodies and let herself into Millicent's office, greeting her with an oddly polite, "Good morning, Millicent." The door was locked behind her without her eyes leaving the older woman. "It was quite brave of you to issue such a challenge to the Dark Lord. Brave and so very foolish."

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fuelledbylattes
2009-03-30 04:04 pm UTC (link)

Millicent really was staring death in the face this time. There would be no intrusions or vigilante saviours. Millicent recognized the voice--it was the same woman who'd attacked her originally. Her wand was foolishly set just out of her reach on the desk. If she attempted to grab it... The end result, she realized, was inevitable.

"Brave?" Millicent questioned, setting her glasses down on the desk and running a hand through her hair. "It was suicide, clearly. There's no sense in playing cat and mouse here, whomever you are. Go ahead. Maul me, toss me about, paint the walls with my entrails; whatever it is that you've been instructed to do by your 'dark lord', get on with it. One battle in an entire war, however. Remember that. And remember that you and I aren't the only two who destroyed my sitting room. There are many, many more."

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unyieldingstar
2009-03-31 01:55 am UTC (link)

With a slight twist of her wand and a silent summoning charm, Millicent's wand had flown off the other woman's desk and into her hand before being quickly pocketed. No, she most certainly was not going to have a reprise of their last encounter.

And then Bellatrix, driven by ego and confidence, did something entirely reckless. Long, well-manicured fingers spread over her mask and hesitating for just a second, she lifted it off her face, revealing her identity to the would-be Minister as she let out a short, sharp laugh. It did not matter, Millicent had only minutes to live.

With her eyebrows raised and lips twisted into a sneer, she finally spoke. "And you believe I am the only one who fights for the Dark Lord? There are more of us than you even know. We are everywhere. In society, in your precious Ministry... The Dark Lord will prevail and our world will become as it should be, a world free of Muggles and Mudbloods. You could have been a part of it. Instead..." She had slowly moved closer and closer to Millicent's desk as she gave her little speech and now she raised her wand once again. Oh, she wanted to torture her, to punish her for the humiliation of their earlier encounter, of being forced to retreat. But even Bellatrix was capable of seeing the foolishness in that course of action. There would be no indulging of final requests this time.

"Avada Kedavra."

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