Who: Rabastan Lestrange and a talking portrait What: A conversation and a revelation Where: Somewhere secret When: Tuesday evening Rating: Low
Rabastan Lestrange considered himself a man of purpose. He a number of plans that he wished to carry out to fruition. So far, he'd been met with great success, and he had every intention of making sure that streak continued.
However, an earlier discussion with Rodolphus had almost escalated into an argument, as one particular aspect of a plan was proving quite difficult to figure out. Returning to the room with a bottle of scotch, Rabastan began listing off a list of ideas, before ruling them each out individually. Had anyone been around to see him, they would have correctly assumed he was speaking to himself. But the man was deep in thought, and unconcerned with the fact.
"You know, I can tell you where to find what it is that you and your brother are looking for," a voice spoke up.
Sneering, Rabastan glanced at the portrait. "Do tell then." He still had no idea who it was he was addressing, nor did he care.
"You see, I happen to know people who had access to a certain conversation that I believe you will find most valuable, Mr Lestrange," the portrait continued. "As to why I am willing to share this information with you? The answer is simple. You must win."
Rabastan stood from his chair and walked over to the portrait. "I have no need of your motives or reasoning, I just want to know where it is."
The portrait told him, relaying how he was able to get that information as well. But Rabastan had what he needed, and was now staring past the portrait, out through the window, making plans. "Indeed," he muttered to himself. Why hadn't they considered that? But there was little time to waste.
Leaving the bottle and the portrait behind, Rabastan stalked off to see if Rodolphus was still around.