am_rodolphus (am_rodolphus) wrote in aftermath_rpg, @ 2008-11-12 21:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | * november 1999, - complete, - npc, rabastan lestrange, rodolphus lestrange |
Date: 12 November 1999
Characters: Ro, Rab, Molly Weasley
Location: Diagon Alley
Warnings: Violence, mayhem, it's the lestranges
Summary:They don't like being ignored.
Open/Closed: Closed
Status: Complete
Rabastan paced in the corridor between Knockturn and Diagon Alley, watching his brother out of the corner of his eye. "Remember, this is the better plan. Don't get rash and fuck this up."
Rodolphus growled and nodded, "This better work, I'm tired of being ignored. Do we have everything?"
"Hell...You'd think orphans meant nothing to these people...Didn't the Potter boy fund that stupid orphanage? Merlin," he shook his head. "Yeah, we have everything," Rab held up the glamoured bag. "We've got a few minutes before we need to get into place though."
Rodolphus was still angry how little attention their last thing did, didn't the death of dozens of children mean anything. Obviously not, "Good." He nodded then glamoured himself, "I made the reservation in the leaky, the room is right above the bar. Good place to make a good explosion."
"I mean, if those were our children...But, anyway, That is good, right above the bar? All that alcohol. And you have it in you to be restrained at the end?"
"Yes, I do. I just want to get this done."
Rabastan checked the sun, watches were so unreliable any more. "Okay, I'm off to my appointment, you've got your end covered?" he made sure he had the bag and the device inside was primed.
"Yeah." Rodolphus grinned, holding his bag, "We're both glamoured, the room was rented in a psuedo name so I'll go drop it off and meet you back here."
Rabastan nodded to his brother and made his way toward the bank. He would check the sun occasionally and finally made his way into the bank. Going up to the desk, he produced a fairly new looking key and asked for the Mitchell vault.
Rodolphus set the bag on the middle of the bed, surrounding it with a couple of the fire vials Rabastan had gave him for the job. This would be brilliant, he smirked as he locked the door behind him. Then began to head down to the alley to meet his brother.
Rabastan easily convinced the goblin to wait in the cart and went into the vault on his own. Empty, except for a few thousand coins to make it look used, Rabastan quickly produced the vials of fire and encircled the bag, checking that the...remote like thing was in his cloak and not the bag. Then he left the vault and had the goblin return them to the bank.
Outside, he was looking for Rodolphus when he accidentally ran into someone. "Pardon m--Molly Weasley?" Fate just played more and more into his hands every day. Here was the woman who murdered Bellatrix.
"I--I'm sorry, do I know you, sir?" Molly asked, a little fear showing in her eyes.
"How dreadfully uncouth of me, madame. I am Jackson Mitchell, an acquaintance of Hermione Granger's? We work on experimental potions together, she speaks of you fondly. I also recognized you from the picture your husband has on his desk. Arthur and I sometimes bump into one another at the Ministry." He explained smoothly, shaking her hand and helping her to gather her things.
"Oh, Mr. Mitchell, I remember Arthur speaking of you now," of course she didn't, Rabastan had never met her husband.
"I...I know this is rather forward, but, would you take tea with me today? I have a few moments between appointments and would love to talk with you. Hermione says you're quite the chef, and I could use some ideas for my brother's birthday dinner," Rabastan went out on a limb.
Molly seemed to waver for a moment, looking at the bank and then at her bag. "Oh, very well. A friend of Hermione's is a friend of mine, and Arthur does speak fondly of you. Tea would be nice, it's been a long day," She agreed and followed Rabastan toward the tea shop.
Rodolphus went wide eyed when he saw Molly walking with Rabastan, how on earth did Rabastan expect him to keep calm when he saw the woman who murdered his wife.
Rabastan walked toward the alley, trusting Molly would just follow him. The silent Imperio would help with that. He shot Rodolphus a look that clearly said, "I've got this." When he and Molly were finally out of the public view, he turned and cast a binding spell on her.
"Brother, do not do what I know you're seconds from doing," he murmured, resting a hand on his brother's wand arm.
"Then we torture her!" Rodolphus growled, flexing his fingers, looking between Molly and his brother. This was his moment to avenge his wife's death!
He shook his head sharply, "Not. Here. And not just yet. Come, we need to be away from here momentarily. I had to put my end in the Mitchell vault, but, if questioned, I'll say I must have picked up the wrong bad, mysterious stranger, yadda yadda. We have to go first, and you can't kill her yet."
Rodolphus growled, "Hopefully it's big enough they'll get confused to which vault had it."
"Oh, it will be. It should take out the surrounding vaults, probably cracking the very infrastructure of the place. Anyway, by my count, we have but seconds to spare, let us be off." With that, Rabastan grabbed hold of Molly and apparated back to the vacation home.
Rodolphus nodded then looked around, realizing this was the last time they'd see Diagon Alley this peaceful. Not only that, they had kidnapped Molly. This was brilliant. When he started to see the explosion he apparated quickly back to the vacation home.