Blaise Zabini (bd_blaise) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-04-13 13:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | * april 2006, - complete, blaise zabini, rodolphus lestrange |
RP & OWL: And so he makes his grand return...
Date: April 13th, 2006
Characters: Blaise, Rodolphus, NPC - Paige Rowland
Location: Upper Slaughter
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Upon completing his mission for Rodolphus, Blaise finally returns home and informs his master of the results.
He should have been asleep hours ago. Dealing with the hysterical figure of Paige Rowland had been nothing but wearisome. Though he'd been lucky enough to have heard of her whereabouts to begin with, finding her at the given location had proven to be more trouble than she was apparently going to be worth, given her current state.
last seen at 320 eglinton ave, "dry cleaning service" - may possibly be a cover
As simple as it sounded, had he known beforehand that certain streets within Toronto were separated by direction (east and west), it may have made things a bit easier. As it was he'd had the misfortune of trying the west address first, only to find a store selling jewelry, bags, and other such accessories. Posing as an Italian tourist with broken English, he'd had to converse with a Muggle in order to find out what exactly this "dry cleaning" business was all about. When he'd been told (with a chuckle that had him contemplating the cruciatus, as he didn't want to waste any further time), that it most certainly had nothing to do with hats and bangles, he'd fumed and navigated his way to the other side of Yonge Street, eventually finding the location he'd been tipped off about.
He'd walked into the store, immediately scanning the room for Paige. He'd spotted her immediately behind the counter, seated behind some heavy looking grey machine, reading a magazine. Blaise had fingered the wand hidden inside his jacket and moved towards her, taking count of the few others inside the room. The number was small enough that he would easily be able to handle them should a problem arise.
To his ultimate surprise, though, when he'd made it to the counter and looked Paige in the eyes, she hadn't remembered him. She'd attempted to smile and asked him how many loads he had. When he replied none, she'd frowned and asked him if he was looking to speak with Chen. He'd calmly replied that he was actually looking to speak with her, at which point her eyes had gone wide and she'd looked fearful. He thought that perhaps she'd remembered him at that point, but when she responded that she didn't have the money yet, he'd been confused all over again.
After another few minutes of prodding, he'd come to the certain conclusion that her memory must have been obliviated. Not expecting this turn of events, he'd had no choice but to cast an imperius on her, telling her that she would meet with him when she was done work, and that she would ensure she came alone. He'd had no choice but to leave, not wanting to arouse any more suspicion than he already had.
Later that evening, as requested, she'd met him further down the road, and he'd taken her back to his hotel, a fancy room at a place called The Cosmopolitan. He'd sat her down in a chair and bound her to it, placed a sound muffling charm on the door, walls, and windows, and then released her from the imperius. The moment she came to her senses she'd tried to scream, but Blaise had been quick enough to place a muffling charm on her voice as well.
He'd probed her mind and memories for hours, eventually coming to the conclusion that she was far beyond repair. He'd put her back under the imperius and decided to spend another night in the hotel before making his way back.
Now he was sitting in his home in Upper Slaughter, a still imperiused young woman sleeping in one of his guest bedrooms. He'd paced his hall a few times, rattled and uncertain. Who had obliviated her, and why had she been sent half way across the globe? Eventually he'd resigned himself to not having the answers and had sat down to compose a letter explaining the situation to Rodolphus. Now he looked it over one final time, pleased as he'd ever manage to be with it.
Rodolphus,
I am writing to inform you that I have returned upon completing the mission. Though I was ultimately successful, I must admit that there are certain, complications, that may put a damper on things. Let me know where you would like to meet. Though I could arrange to go to you, given the state of this complication, it may be easier for you to come here.
I eagerly await your correspondence,
Blaise
He left his study, off in search of his owl. Once found and secure in the knowledge that Rodolphus would soon get his letter, instead of heading for his bedroom he continued down the hall, stepping into the guest bedroom where Paige was currently lying on the bed.
He watched the young woman in silence, questions brewing in his mind. It wasn't until she started tossing and turning, though, that his concern grew a bit more. Since he'd found her two days ago, she'd often lapsed into moments of great discomfiture, tossing about, curled into a ball, moaning piteously. He'd once asked her what was wrong and she'd simply responded that she needed a hit. He'd asked her what she meant, but she hadn't been able to respond, simply lapsing back into complaints.
He contemplated trying again. Perhaps if he went about it in a more comforting manner this time... He walked over to the bed, perching on the edge near her and reaching out to touch her arm.
"Paige?" Her name had been another thing she'd forgotten, though she'd never told him what she was going by now, and he'd shown no interest in figuring it out.