Rosalind Rookwood (espionne) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-05-29 21:29:00 |
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WHO: Rosalind Jugson WHEN: Friday, 29 May 1980 (during a pause in this conversation with Bellatrix) WHERE: In the woods by Jugson estate, Derbyshire WHAT: Thinking things through RATING: G STATUS: Complete narrative Rosalind should thank Bellatrix. It was her harsh reply that had shaken her out of the unacceptable emotional state Romy’s entry had thrown her in. She was right, it did not change anything. Romy had still betrayed everything they believed in; she was still married to a mudblood; her child was still soiled with his dirty blood. That the child was named after her changed nothing to it. Once she’d accepted that, it’d been easier to think back on the recent events with a detached look. She’d opened a door with Romy. Her first instinct was now to close it back immediately, but she’d learned to resist instinct and analyze every angle of a situation. Could she turn this to her advantage? A branch cracked under her foot, scaring a rabbit away. There was nothing like a solitary trek to help her think things through. She pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and kept on climbing. The Pennines were her backyard, her playground as a child and even now that she’d grown up. And you’re not getting any younger, her mother said in the back of her mind, a phantom echo of a phrase she heard often. Pushing her mother’s nagging aside, she concentrated on the issue at hand. Romy. Romy the bloodtraitor. That might be the solution, really. She’d noticed how some colleagues were checking themselves around her, since Rodolphus had become Minister. She understood them, but it wasn’t good for her. She needed them to trust her and to speak freely around her, in order to gather intelligence for the Dark Lord. A friendship with a bloodtraitor would help distance her from purists, place her more firmly among the neutral – maybe even appear sympathetic to the muggle-lovers, though that would be pushing it. Merely establishing her place among the neutral masses should be enough, she hoped. Going too far the other way could lose her the trust of purists, after all. It was such a tricky balance act, it was exhausting. She wondered how long she’d be able to keep going before she made a costly mistake. How did Augustus Rookwood do it? He’d been spying for so long. She reached the stream that ran down the hill and stopped on its banks, crouching to catch water in her cupped hands and sip it. She wasn’t sure if this was a good idea. Could she do it? Romy had managed to shake her, wouldn’t it be risky to go forward and see her regularly? She was confident in her right, confident that she’d made the right choice, that she was fighting the just war. Her commitment to the Dark Lord wouldn’t faulter. Still. Splashing water on her face, she stood up and turned on her tracks. It was time to head back home. She hadn’t reached a decision, but this was too big to settle on quickly. She needed to think on it more. To let it simmer until it was clear what was the best option. As she started back down, she wondered if she should mention this idea to Bellatrix. |