InsaneJournal

RP: Intriguing
Characters: Varin
Time/Date: Late night, August 24, 2023
Location: His flat
Warnings/Rating: None
Summary: Varin reads something interesting
Status: Complete



He had thought there was something ... off about the red-headed witch who'd come into the shop. He'd never sold her a wand, and she was young enough that he should have sold her her first one. He didn't work much with willow, either, which implied it wasn't even one of his wands she'd had and lost.

But he hadn't pushed, had simply accepted her answers and let go of the thoughts.

Now though, after perusing one of the enchanted journals, he had to wonder.

Picking up one of the journals had been something of a whim, but every once in a while he caught a gem or two, and it had saved his tail on one notable occasion, so he kept one around. He was moderately intrigued by the entry about the returning dead. While he reasoned it was mostly likely just kids fooling around and being kids ... he did have to wonder.

Was it simply the one? Had there been more? Why hadn't he seen more of them? Or had he, but they'd simply been more clever than the young witch at hiding their secrets? Hazel eyes narrowed slightly as his thoughts shifted to the recent spell with the stone.

Surely not though. The stone was a relic, an artifact, a bit of legend, but surely even it couldn't perform the impossible and restore the dead to life. But if it could ... what price would people pay for it? To return a dead relative?

To bring back an army of Voldemort's followers?

To become the new Dark Lord?

A slow smile curved his lips. If he had been responsible, if he could learn to direct and guide the magic, if he could dictate who rose from the grave ... well, he'd certainly stack a few more cards into his already admirable deck, wouldn't he?

If, of course, the story was to be believed. The Prophet hadn't run a story, though he could understand that - it was impossible and unbelievable. The dead did not come back to life and the Prophet would once again be laughed off the streets if it printed anything like that. So perhaps the Ministry was opting to keep it quiet for now and not alert the masses? Likely, but eventually it would get around.

He'd be amused to see how that particular circus played out.

Closing up the journal, musing over his new-found information, Varin headed upstairs to his bedroom to ponder the possibilities of this particular twist of fate.