Rodolphus Lestrange: Event: Ghosts
Rodolphus was sound asleep when an unexpected noise woke him. He’d long since developed the ability to go from deep sleep to animal alertness in seconds and that had saved his life on more than one occasion. He reached under the pillow for his wand. He wasn’t quite sure what the noise was. It hadn’t been thunder or anything like that though. It had felt like his bed was actually shaking. Muttering lumos softly, he shone the light around the room. Not seeing anything suspicious, Rodolphus lay back down. He wasn’t going back to sleep however, but he did close his eyes and slow his breathing, just in case. After half-an-hour by his internal clock had passed, Rodolphus was ready to go back to sleep. Still holding his wand, he turned over. And kept turning over until he fell right out of bed! Something or someone had pushed him! Leaping to his feet with a snarl, he brandished his wand, stunning spell on his lips. Words failed him utterly though when he saw who was sitting on his bed. “Bella!” he croaked. “Oh my Bella, you’ve come back to me!” He made to scoop her up into his arms, but they went right through her. She gave a laugh at his bewildered expression and perched herself on the pillows. “I’m sorry my love, but I’m still dead.”