Antonin feels old (teflon_tony) wrote in itwillhaveblood, @ 2010-03-08 22:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | - 1980 march, antonin dolohov, daniel travers |
Who: Antonin Dolohov & Daniel Travers
What: Planning evil deeds of the highest level
When: 5 March 1980; evening
Where: Dolohov Estate (London)
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
Antonin drummed his fingers on his desk. The night had finally arrived and he was ready to get this mission, even the planning stages, under way. There were so many intangibles with this whole thing but if the Death Eaters successfully pulled it off, they would kill two birds with one stone. The looming spectre of BOMB and this ineffectual Minister that England had laboured under for two months now would effectively eliminate themselves. Chuckling quietly, he could not imagine what would stand in the way of his old friend's march for ultimate power in England. Waiting for Travers to arrive, Antonin arose from his chair and paced back and forth before heading to his liquor cabinet to make a martini. When an Inner Circle member beckoned, you did not make him wait. Danny had arrived just a few minutes before he was told to come, wanting to make sure that it was the exact time as soon as he stepped into Dolohov's office. As the elf led him through the estate, his memory was sparked by the familiarities of the home -- the tastefully decorated rooms with their elegant paintings hanging on the walls and the royal warm colors all around him. His eyes stopped on the grand staircase as he passed it, looking up to the top and immediately thought of who might be there. He suddenly realized that he had never seen her room. He could only imagine what may have happened had Dolohov caught him with Victoria. Danny wanted an Inner Circle position one day and even such frivolous acts like sex could hinder that for years to come. Then again, it was only frivolous to a girl's father and he did not have a daughter of his own to know that feeling. One would think Danny would feel a little wary of being here to meet with the man who's daughter used to call upon him for a cheap thrill. But quite honestly, he could not help except to feel a little smug at the thought. As he approached the door to Antonin's chambers, Ally suddenly crossed his mind and a smile spread across his features. Quickly his mind reverted back to the matter at hand and as the elf stepped to the side, Danny took a half step in and gave the door a firm knock. As the knock on the door sounded, Antonin opened the door from the inside and greeted Danny in a professional manner. His family had no idea of the connection between the two men and if someone happened to notice this meeting, Antonin desired that they see nothing past a traditional greeting between two pureblood gentlemen. "Come in," he waved the man through then and pointed towards the nearest seat on the front side of his desk. "Would you like something to drink this evening? Pick your poison. I am certain that whatever you may desire can be made from my stock," he continued mixing the gin and dry vermouth for his martini. Danny casually glanced down the hall in both directions until the door opened. Standing at 6 foot 3 inches tall, he towered over his senior Death Eater, but maintained a professional look about him and greeted Dolohov in a respected manner before entering the room. It had been just a few weeks since the blast at the gala and while he still felt a twinge of pain or a gradual soreness in his side, one would not be able to tell he was even hurt at all. Perhaps it was the vials, yes vials, of pain potions he downed before leaving his flat. Alecto would be sure to notice her sudden short amount of stores. He never wanted to show his Inner Circle any signs of weakness, even if the injury was of not fault of his own and nearly rendered him dead. His long legs carried him swiftly and smoothly into the room as he made his way towards the armchair at the front of the desk. "I'm a simple man... A firewhiskey would do just fine," he said with a smile as he slowly and carefully sat himself down into the chair. Quickly pouring firewhiskey into a tankard for Danny, Antonin handed Travers his glass before sitting down behind his desk. Sipping his martini for a couple of seconds, Dolohov leaned backwards in his chair. Ensuring that the office door was closed and the wards were all intact, he spoke quieter than usual as he opened one of his desk drawers and pulled out a dossier which he handed to Danny, "My sources in the DMLE have uncovered information tying a certain individual - Eric Ruckmiller - to having participated in that attack on the Lestrange party a few weekends ago." Letting that information sink in since Antonin knew that Danny himself had been injured in the attack, he continued, "Your first thought is probably to kill him as should any Death Eater strive to do. However, this is one of those times when the Dark Lord, in His infinite wisdom, has other plans for this wayward young man." Danny gave Antonin a curt nod and muttered, "thank you," as he took the tankard. His eyes followed the man as he rounded his desk and sat down into the plush armchair behind it. Slouching back into his seat, he brought the cup to his lips about to take a sip when he suddenly stopped, his eyes staring at Antonin over the brim of the tankard. Slowly he lowered the cup and sat up a little taller this time then placed his drink down onto the desk, forgetting to ask first. He reached out carefully, took the dossier and thumbed it open. His eyes swelled with blackness and he clenched his jaw as the man's name and face were instantly etched into his memory, never to be forgotten until this man would die by his hands. Without him noticing, his breathing slightly hitched as he remained silent well after Antonin spoke. Just then her jerked his head up to look at his fellow Death Eater, his eyes full of dangerous hate. "And what will He have me do with him other than twist every fucking bone in his body?" He spat, his words drenched in utter malice and distaste. Watching Danny's face and appreciating the intense flush of red that filled the younger man's visage, Antonin picked up his martini glass and began to sip the liquid again. When Danny finally looked up at him, Antonin straightened his chair so he was not leaning backwards any more and explained, "The Inner Circle is fully aware of your unique talents. More than one suggested you to the Dark Lord for this mission. Enough about that though." Every Death Eater in their right mind should possess a desire for recognition by the inner group from time to time and Antonin liked to think he knew just how to push the younger generation's buttons in that regard. "You must be very discreet about this. The location of this Mudblood's residence is listed in the dossier I gave you. Your task is to kidnap this Ruckmiller from his home, take him to the residence of Bellatrix Lestrange, and wait until she has completed her mission. Upon their completion, please return the Mudblood to his home and restore the wards and everything back to their original state. Nothing should seem amiss." He would have added something about the magnitude but if Travers was a smart man and Antonin was certain of that, he knew that the younger man would probably realize that most missions did not require a full meeting of the Inner Circle to hash out the plans. Even if Antonin had wanted to tell Danny what all was planned here and he really did not, he had no choice because traditionally the Dark Lord liked to keep as many people in the dark as possible until a mission was complete. It was an approach that Antonin tended to agree with and one he utilized frequently in his own career. The idea that the Inner Circle was aware of his skill and had gone so far as to suggest him, verbally use his name, to the Dark Lord himself made him sit just a little bit taller now. His heart beat faster, the elation he felt in that moment was almost overwhelming. He wanted a seat amongst the elite group and to know they recognized his accomplishments and knew his name made him believe he was on the correct path to achieving that goal one day. Nevertheless, he had to control himself and very easily he did. The only thing that seemed to ruin this dream was the mission at hand. He was to keep the dirty bastard alive and deliver him to Mrs Lestrange. A fight was rising in him and he wanted to justify why it should be that this Ruckmiller bloke should be slated to die, but he held back. He knew very well that there was a bigger task at hand that needed to be done and kidnapping this young man was just a mere piece of a much larger puzzle. "If this is what the Dark Lord requires of me, then I will do as he wants me to." He glanced down at the file for a brief moment before looking up once again, his eyes immediately finding Antonin's and focusing dead on them. "You can give the Dark Lord my word that nothing at all will go amiss," he added as he leaned forward in his chair slightly, his tone low and dark as he spoke. Antonin nodded in slight pleasure when he noted that Danny would carry out the mission with such a fiery fighting spirit. Perhaps wrongly, he assumed that Danny would not harm the man as Bellatrix would have to utilize her own strengths on this Mudblood. The Mudblood's continued existence would depend upon it. The Death Eaters could not foul this one up. If anything at all went wrong with this mission, it might jeopardize their standing. "Let us speak of brighter things then," Antonin leaned back in his chair again and sipped his martini slowly. "How is your job treating you?" To say that there was a fire burning in him now would be a vast understatement. Being called to a mission by the Dark Lord with the recognition of the Inner Circle was something to aspire to. No, no. There was a blaze of fury within Danny and he was more than ready to let it burn freely. Physically he looked calm and relaxed, but his head was dizzy with fleeting thoughts and ideas. There was a mix of emotions flooding through him from excitement to vengeance. As he sat back in his chair once again, he casually crossed one leg over the other, resting his ankle upon his knee and slouching just a bit so that he could place his head within his palm. A rather sinister smile crept across his features, his eyes giving off a twinkle of wickedness that only the Dark Lord himself could muster. "It's been good, but it just got a lot better..." |