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March 13th, 2008

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Who: A litany of NPCs (Corvus, Rabastan Lestrange, Hermione Granger, a Ukrainian Curse Breaker & two misc. blokes)
What: An invitation to discuss a difference of opinions
Where: Hermione Granger's Flat, London
When: Approximately 9 pm, Thursday, 13th March
Rating: PG
Status: Closed; Complete

Why Lestrange had not only sent Corvus but also his own brother and three others just to snatch one little girl was beyond him. Sure, he knew all about the war. He knew the mudblood was smart, but what was she without Potter and when she didn’t expect it coming? What bugged Corvus more, though, was that Rodolphus had sent both himself and Rabastan, which of course meant he had to take orders. He was certain Rabastan wasn’t better at this than he was, but as Rodolphus’ brother he got preferential treatment. Corvus had a way of overlooking the obvious, though. The fact that Rabastan had done more and been apart of things since Voldemort’s first war was completely inconsequential the man. Rabastan had twenty years on Corvus, not to mention two wars worth of experience and time in Azkaban. To say Rabastan did not deserve to call the shots was a gross error in judgement.

Rabastan, unlike Corvus, understood what his brother was doing. He understood why he was doing it. Corvus seemed to be under the impression that this was yet another thing for the glory of the Death Eaters. “Death Eater” was a dead term so far as both Lestranges were concerned. It was symbolic of an utterly flawed attempt, two actually, and their consequential failures. They’d discussed a name of sorts, but ultimately both brothers agreed it didn’t matter what they were called. People would forever associate them with the Death Eaters and a name didn’t really do much for them. Perhaps a name would come eventually, but it was unimportant. What was important was making people understand they could not tarnish the culture they joined. They either had to assimilate or stay outside of its bounds. The wizarding world would not be torn apart by those of tainted blood with no sense of heritage. )
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