Leoben knows what falling entrails sound like. (ex_notnice309) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-04-27 23:46:00 |
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Leoben watched the owl disappear from view and then turned back to the grizzled remains of the muggle who had fallen victim to him. The Yaxley estate was a large one and they were almost a half mile from the manor itself, past the stables. This was where Leoben did all of his less savoury activities. He even had an incinerator here, where bloody robes and body remains were disposed of. Now, he observed the armless, earless muggle. "I suppose I'll simply have to dispose the rest of it," Leoben said, more thinking aloud than anything. "It really is beginning to smell." Although it was certainly not the same as finally facing her blood traitor of a cousin and wiping him off the family tree for good, Bellatrix did have at least some sense of satisfaction from tormenting him through owled body parts. There was even a slight smile upon her face as she looked down at the Muggle corpse with her bloodied hands on her hips. The smell did not bother her much - she was a bit too accustomed to it, although she could certainly understand Leoben's desire to not have a Muggle corpse rotting on his grounds. "It seems a shame," she mused, tilting her head slightly. "So much Muggle gone to waste. Surely there must be someone else deserving of such a gift." And indeed an idea was beginning to formulate in the back of her mind, although she was not certain Leoben would appreciate it. Leoben crossed his arms over his chest, also feeling like it was a bit of a waste. They did have a bit of a list of people who would be deserving of such a sentiment. And he kept a copy of it here, stuck to the wall near the door. He raised his eyebrows at Mrs Lestrange's comment, the smallest of smirks pulling at the corner of his lips. It wasn't often that Ben displayed anything but indifference when it came to most of the Dark Lord's ranks. Some of them were useful, but beyond that, Leoben's relationship with the majority were cordial at best. But this was different. A bit. He eyed the list (what would soon become known as The List in his mind). And who was first, but Albus Dumbledore. A more sharklike smile pulled at his mouth. "I do owe the good Headmaster a thank you for all those years at his school," he said after a moment. A decidedly twisted grin spread across Bellatrix's lips as she threw her head back and laughed. Apparently Leoben did not find the notion so objectionable after all as Albus Dumbledore was precisely who she had in mind as well. Oh, he was just full of pleasant surprises. "I could not possibly imagine a more suitable beneficiary," she drawled once she had composed herself from her fit of amusement. Bellatrix's loathing of the doddering old Headmaster was hardly a secret and although some might suggest that to send the man a decomposing corpse was needlessly reckless, she had no such qualms. It was amusing and fitting and as always Bellatrix was entirely subject to her own whims. "What do you think? Shall we send the entire corpse or more parts?" It was a rare thing that she spoke to anyone but her immediate family as an equal rather than simply issuing orders, but at the moment Leoben was quite delightfully filling the role of co-conspirator. "I think there is an issue of weight if we were to send the whole thing," Ben replied for a moment, observing the carcass. "Though he really should receive the largest... token of appreciation," he added, a smile still pulling devilishly at his lips. He surveyed the corpse for another moment, as if mentally weighing the options. "Perhaps just the torso? Cut from here..." He ran a finger over the cold skin above the navel. "And then decapiate and remove the remaining limb. Of course, that is depriving the dear Professor of quite a lot of internal organs. I have four owls at my disposal and with a weight charm, I'm sure we could cut a bit lower." He glanced sideways at Mrs Lestrange -- should almost likely always be Mrs Lestrange in his mind. "Is that suitable to you?" For all of her knowledge of anatomy, Bellatrix likely could have had a career as a healer. Well, except for the part where she tended more towards dismantling bodies than actually healing them, but it was an amusing thought nonetheless. Her eyes flickered across the corpse as Leoben indicated his proposed cuts and she considered the matter with what anyone else would deem a disturbing level of thought. "The torso, yes," she agreed. "Although I believe we can make a more...fantastic display of it if we remove some of the excess flesh and muscle. And ease the burden upon your owls as well. Shall we begin, then?" Leoben considered the proposal, and then nodded. "I think that will do, yes." He reached under the table the muggle had been secured too and pulled out a pair of rather heavy looking knives. Ben handed one to Mrs Lestrange. "To work, then." |