Severus Snape (bd_snape) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-04-09 01:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | * april 2006, - complete, - npc, - plot: upper slaughter attack, severus snape, stephen cornfoot |
RP: Setting the Stage
Date: 9 April 2006
Characters: Severus, Stephen [NPC]
Location: Upper Slaughter
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Severus lays the runestones... and visualizes the end of Bella and Rodolphus.
Drawing his cloak tighter around himself, Severus shrank into what shadows he could find. He had to be insane to walk through Upper Slaughter in broad daylight for the sole purpose of laying down runes. There was no sense in using Polyjuice to protect himself so it was down to getting in and out as quickly as humanly possible without getting caught. Severus had his wand in one hand, walking as swiftly as he could while remaining silent. He had forwent his usual boots in favour of a soft soled shoe that made little to no sound on the pavement.
With each stone he laid, Severus had the mental picture of placing one more nail in the coffin that would contain Rodolphus and Bellatrix. Stone down and another nail. It helped to picture Bellatrix and Rodolphus cursing him, yet powerless to stop him. The image shifted to the old story by Poe, 'The Cask of Amontillado'. Brick by brick he was sealing up their living space and watching as they were helpless to stop him.
The only thing left was to make sure the rest of the plan went as it was supposed to.
Severus heard a tread behind him and quickly ducked into an alley, pressing himself against the wall as tightly as possible. He prayed his dark clothing and the deep shadows would obscure him from view. He didn't dare breathe until he heard the footsteps walking away. Severus counted to thirty before letting his breath out in a soft hiss. The sooner he got this done and out of here, the better.
Ducking out of the alley, the last of the runestones in his pocket, he kept moving, setting them in strategic places. He hoped Stephen was having as good of luck on the other side of the town.
They'd never know what hit them.