A slow-growing madness; Château de Saule Noir [AS, NBM, RB, RL, ASL] WHO: Aurora, Narcissa, Regulus, Rabastan, Allyssa, TBD WHERE: Château de Saule Noir WHEN: Thursday, 30 December, 1999; late afternoon SUMMARY: Carina's kidnapping begins to wear heavily upon those in the Manor. IN-PROGRESS THREAD. RATING: PG-13
Sleep had not come, not in any real length or depth, for anyone within Château de Saule Noir in the twenty-some hours since Carina had been kidnapped. The Manor had been alive with activity since yesterday evening when all manner of individuals from Aurors to volunteers, had appeared there to organize a search and question individuals. People had come and gone, yet nothing had come of it.
At least, until the owls. The letters had started sometime in the last few hours, detailing a madness they had not even suspected, of a person convinced by the Venom Quill entries of the debauchery that did not truly exist in the lives of those mentioned in the entry. Someone saw him or herself as the voice of reason, but it was a voice they all were certain was simply mad.
Aurora had been unwilling to leave last night when there might be something even in a small way that she could do, and though she had been offered a room, she had not used it. Several quick naps had kept her conscious for most of the night and the following day, and it was one such nap that she had fallen in to after leaving the hub of activity to avoid being an upsetting influence in her wave of distress. A sound, however, had awoken Aurora only a short time late, the sound of something being heaved against the wall. Startling sharply, she sat straight up in the chair and turned, finding the last person she thought she would ever find throwing things at walls.
Narcissa Black Malfoy.
With an unladylike curse, the journal Narcissa had thrown was followed by a vase and then a frame photograph, the last two shattering against the wall with a resounding crash. She had thought she was alone, for the room was not the center of activity, and remained unaware that she was being watched.
"Damn her, damn her to the deepest pits of hell!" she swore, a figurine smashing on the wall a moment later.