Who: Rabastan Lestrange and Xenophilius Lovegood What:Convincing Mr Lovegood that the war is indeed, very real. Where: The Lovegood home, near Ottery St. Catchpole When: Saturday Morning Rating: High - Due to violence.
"Now really, my good sir," Rabastan said, making polite chatter as he approached Xenophilius, wand still raised. "I'm quite disappointed that you have found it necessary to attempt to sway the public into believing that there is no reason to fear. I'm quite fond of fear, as you can see."
He held up the other man's wand, having disarmed him first thing. Too easy. And Xenophilius still wasn't cowering properly. What was wrong with these dirty blood traitors these days? Defiant to the end? Oh, Rabastan would see about that. He was currently ignoring the other man's ramblings, something to do with the Death Eaters being no match for the Ministry or those who'd fought against them before. Boring.
Rabastan felt like if the man insisted on making noise, it should be more pleasant sounding.
"Crucio!" he shouted, then grinned wildly as the other man's screams replaced his inane threats. That was more like it.
He waited until the curse would have rendered Xenophilius useless to speak, only then breaking it. Even if the man wasn't afraid now, he would be.
"I'm going to kill you," Rabastan said simply. "And then I'm going to wait here for your little girl to return, and kill her too."
That did the trick. Xenophilius began pleading with Rabastan for Luna's life, tears streaming down his face. Those pleas were futile, of course, but it was all music to Rabastan's ears. Until, of course, he cast the killing curse. Then the other man was instantly silenced. Now it was time to do nothing but wait. That was, until another voice spoke up.
"Well it's about bloody time."
Rabastan spun around to find the source of the voice, confused at first until it spoke again. "From what I hear, even Dumbledore was annoyed that he was in denial of the truth. That's only according to word of mouth, of course, but there's certainly no denying it now."
Rabastan identified the portrait on the wall responsible for the comments. "Who are you?" he demanded to know, but then decided he didn't much care. "Nevermind. You're coming with me." Portraits could be useful, after all. He removed it from the wall.
Then, portrait in hand, he decided to at least alert Luna Lovegood that she was in for an unpleasant surprise upon arriving home. He'd seen the girl walk off with some ridiculous looking dog. He could only imagine the look on her face as she saw the Dark Mark looming over her home. It was a delicious thought, one that allowed for an overwhelming sense of excitement to come over him.
Stepping outside, he raised his wand. "Morsmordre!"
It was a beautiful sight to behold, though he did not have long to take it in. Only moments after casting it, he heard the sound of multiple wizards and witches apparating in. "Curious," he muttered. This had happened at the Burrow as well. For a fleeting moment he thought of staying, fighting a battle against all of them. But logic got the best of him, and he disapparated from the spot, uncertain if he'd been seen.
Arriving back in his own residence he thought that over, until a wry smile crossed his features. He had to hand it to the Ministry. The move was clever. But he would see to it that it was used against them. And soon.