Bellatrix "Minister of Murder" Lestrange (warriorstar) wrote in cultureic, @ 2016-04-02 20:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | bellatrix lestrange, ulysses burke |
WHO: Bellatrix Lestrange, Ulysses Burke, and Ashley Dawlish
WHAT: Retaliation
WHEN: Saturday, 2 April, Night
WHERE: The Dawlish house, Tinworth
WARNINGS: Death
Ashley turned over onto his back. He’d had trouble falling asleep that night and when he finally did, he hit a sleepy pocket, jerking his entire body awake. After a second of lying there, he realized that something felt wrong, a feeling that he tried to push aside. Worried, that he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep he headed out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and with the intent to go to the kitchen and make a warm cup of milk to help lull him back to dreamland. Fear gripped him when he got to the bottom. Two figures were looming in the living room. He couldn’t breath, he couldn’t move, two predators were in his home and he was their prey. Paralyzed with fear and unable to make a move. Bellatrix really was growing tired of targeting the relatives of their enemies rather than striking directly at those who deserved it most, but in this case, it made sense. As much as she was completely confident in her ability to take down any Auror in the DMLE, for this plan they needed a neat, clean kill. And that would be far easier with a nearly defenseless healer. Who had decided to walk downstairs and spare them the trouble of searching the house. "Well, this is going to be easy," Bellatrix said, almost baffled by just how simple it was. She glanced at Ulysses and shrugged before silently summoning the man's wand. "Didn't your sister teach you anything?" Ulysses had never really been one for much grandstanding or theatrics; he’d always been fairly matter-of-fact about the subject of death and dying, and murdering a healer in cold blood was no exception. This would be fairly straightforward. “Immobulus,” he said, casting a simple freezing charm to hold the man in place. It was strange, perhaps, to use something so innocuous when their intentions were far from it, though this had to be clean. He then turned to Bellatrix, his tone impassive. “Would you like to put him out of his misery, or shall I?” Ashley jerked to move but he couldn’t. He was frozen there, he couldn’t fight back as much as he tried. He didn’t know how people were able to fight, he was struggling to find the words to speak. But he knew that he needed to say something, he needed his last words to count for something even if all he wanted to do was cry and panic and beg, but he wouldn’t do that. He would be braver than that. He swallowed. “I hope you both go to Azkaban,” he said. "You and everyone else. You're all going to live with disappointment. Or, well, not live in your case. Avada Kedavra." The man didn't move, which was exactly the point, but the suddenly vacant look in his eyes made it clear he was undeniably dead. "Well. That was… easy." And boring, although she supposed that was the point. "Do you want to make sure we didn't leave any tracks? I'll take care of… that," she said, with a nod towards the body. And just like that, Ashley Dawlish was no more. Ulysses looked at his lifeless form with a bored expression, then nodded in agreement with Bellatrix. “I will that, yes. And thank you.” he said, doing as she’d directed. He began to re-trace their steps, back the way they came. "Did you know there's a winternet page thing that tells you whether there's a dark mark in Tinworth?" Bellatrix asked conversationally as she transfigured Ashley Dawlish into a small box that could fit into her pocket. “I didn’t know that, no. How are they going to announce them once we destroy their precious winternet?” he said, scourgifying a half a shoe print. "I don't know how it works, but Harold showed it to me," Bellatrix said as she surveyed the living room to make certain nothing else was out of place before joining Ulysses by the door. "I suppose they'll just have to look out their windows. Although eventually we may reach the point where we don't have to kill someone here every other week. Today is clearly not that day." The green skull and snake flew from her wand the moment they stepped outside and Bellatrix took a minute to tilt her head up and admire the sight before nodding at Ulysses. "Next stop," she said before they both disappeared just as cries of "Owl the DMLE" were ringing through the neighborhood. |