Miss Georgina "pompous arse" Wilkes (thesundowner) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-03-25 14:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-03] march, georgina wilkes, rodolphus lestrange |
Who: Georgina Wilkes and Rodolphus Lestrange.
What: Field trip. DE-style.
When: 24 March 1979.
Where: Starts off at Acturus Black's country house to Herbert Widdling's residence.
Rating: PG-13?
Warnings: Murder.
Status: Complete?
She had developed a twitch in her right eyebrow, which was unfortunate really. Georgina's mother had reprimanded her because such a twitch would surely cause several eligible Pureblood men to overlook her when selecting a wife. She couldn't help but have a giggle at her mother's expense, of course; it wasn't the woman's fault that she didn't know her daughter had several prospects already lined up. Needless to say, the twitch came and went as situations called for it; however, it seemed to assert itself more frequently during her Death Eater training sessions. Georgina squared her shoulders as she approached the imposing stone structure she'd frequented over the past couple of weeks. It was around dusk and it was unseasonably warm, Georgina found herself enjoying the slow walk up Arcturus Black's house. The heavy wooden door was closed shut, as per normal, so she didn't make too much of what would transpire later that evening. If Georgina was more observant, she'd have noticed the shaft of light underneath the door occasionally disturbed by shadow or she'd have heard the sound of footsteps just inside the atrium. She knocked on the door, as she usually did, and stepped back to await permission to enter. It was all quite habitual now; Georgina thought it was almost like an extension of school. Unlike school, however, the subject matters were far more interesting and trivial. The door opened of its own accord and Rodolphus Lestrange stood upon the other side, a cigarette in his mouth as if it were a permanent fixture upon his being. Smoke curled about him in blue tendrils and he seemed vaguely interested in the arrival of his student. He was not, however, dressed for the study, and he had brought no books or parchment with him. Perhaps they were to duel? But no, his boots belied that possibility, for they were travelling footwear, to match the cloak that hung around them. Perhaps he was cancelling their session? "We have a different lesson tonight, Georgina." He spoke in heavy tones, worn by a weekend's worth of work and (after a duel with his son) a lingering pain of which he could not quite rid himself. "We will speak of it upon the way." And he swept toward her, hand moving to her neck to turn her around and guide right back out the door. "A different lesson?" Georgina said, her voice clearly showing the surprise she'd tried to conceal. She'd brought a couple of books again and they were weighing her down as they walked back out into the open. Struggling to keep up with Rodolphus's stride, Georgina worked quickly to Vanish the heavy tomes back to her flat in Diagon Alley. Glad that she had had the foresight to have worn travelling shoes, she followed him across the slightly mucky field, hitching up her robes in order to prevent them from getting muddy. Georgina allowed a couple more moments before beginning to ask her mentor of the day's task. Maybe they'll be learning how to make Inferi! The thought made her a little giddy with excitement since her curiosity about animating corpses had been renewed after discussing them with her Uncle Rookwood. Georgina glanced at Rodolphus, trying to gauge whether or not it was a good time to talk. After another moment's silence, her curiosity won out over her notions of propriety. "Where are we heading to, Mr Lestrange?" The slowly gathering darkness could not hide the oddly maniacal gleam in her eyes. Rodolphus found his protege's childlike enthusiasm charming, and he gave her the vaguest of glances as they walked on, his stride long and not slowing; he was notoriously indifferent to the needs of others in most cases - and this was no different - her books, her stride - she was forced to deal with them at his whim. "Paddington," he remarked idly, considering the terrain as the moved toward an appropriate apparition site. She was small enough that apparition held for her little difficulty and he experienced enough to say the same, but it would not start out the night on a good foot to have either of them splinched by carelessness. "I wish you to eradicate an enemy of the people." His meaning could not have been more clear, even without the icy undercurrent to his tone. She wrinkled her nose when Rodolphus mentioned their destination. Paddington. She only hoped that they wouldn't need to walk through Muggle London to reach the place. Georgina hastened her pace to keep up once more as the terrain proved a little more challenging. She was negotiating her way through a rather rocky patch of ground when her mentor uttered the word 'eradicate'; if she hadn't been paying enough attention to where she was stepping, Georgina would have come away with a sprained ankle. An odd mixture of emotions began forming in Georgina as Rodolphus's words sunk in. She was to kill that night. On one hand, there was a sense of growing anticipation and childish giddiness rising in her. Georgina wanted to prove herself and she was finally being given the chance. Then there was a misplaced emotion, somehow. It was almost undetectable, such that it was smothered entirely by Georgina's excitement. Finally. Her breaths became more ragged as they Apparated into Paddington. Finally. Rodolphus stepped away from her as they appeared in the city, pulling himself into the cover of darkness and guiding her to do the same. His hand was at her neck, a compulsive assurance of her obedience and presence as he peered out across the neighborhood they were in. Muggle territory, smelly and dirty and blanketed in fog; he watched the peasants filter through the streets and houses with a sense of revulsion and pulled Georgina's hood over her head - another compulsive, almost possessive gesture. He had no desire for his pupil to be recognized in the aftermath of tonight's events. "We will cross to the yellow house. You will then enter" (he did not specify how) "and do your duty quickly. There must be no noise, no fuss. Either silence him quickly or do not dawdle - the choice is yours." He looked away from the street finally and down to her. "You understand?" Georgina shuddered involuntarily when she realised that they were in Muggle territory. Disgusting. She forced back a gag and pulled her hood lower over her face, following Rodolphus into the shadows. As much as Georgina disliked the fog, she couldn't help but realise how much easier this concealment would aid in her task. Her right hand gripped her wand inside her robes, her eyes darting here and there as if assuring that no one else was in the vicinity. There were filthy Muggles drifting towards some unseen direction in distant street and Georgina had to close her eyes and take a deep breath to keep from using her new mastery of Crucio on them. When she opened her eyes, a new sense of calm stole over her. Georgina's senses seemed to have sharpened in that short moment of panic. She had a heightened awareness of how her breath formed condensation in the suddenly cool air, and Rodolphus's instructions seemed to echo to her from far away. Georgina glanced up at him and nodded. "Yes," the word low and whispered. Without another word, she made her way to the yellow house that Rodolphus pointed out. In another light, the house might have looked cheerful but the drab grey fog simply made it look dirty and corrupted; the yellow marred by smoke and pollution. Georgina cocked her head to one side as she approached the front door. How best to do this? She had two or three vague ideas formed but the simplest one seemed to be the best course of action. Her wand was still stowed inside her robes as she walked up the grimy steps and knocked. A scratchy voice answered from behind the water stained door, "Who is it?" The old fool seemed to be in high spirits, Georgina thought. She didn't hesitate to answer, "Sorry to bother, sir, but I was a little lost. Would I be able to get directions?" Her voice sounded innocent and plaintive, and Georgina could feel amusement tugging at the corners of her mouth. Needless to say, she was sure the old fool would answer the door. How would a simple Muggle girl overpower a wizard with a wand? Rodolphus had followed her across the street, but as he bled into the shadows alongside the house, Georgina was very much alone again. Luckily for her (and unfortunately for the old man), she sounded every bit as sweet and helpless as she intended, and a grey-browed face soon peered around the cracked door. Brilliant blue eyes quickly swept onto the street, but Widdling saw nothing out of the ordinary. "Where are you trying to go, my poor child?" He must have been a grand-looking wizard back in his day, Georgina thought as she surveyed her target, but the years have turned Widdling into something to be pitied. She brushed away the thought that he looked remarkably like her own grandfather and racked her brain. "Hyde Park, sir," Georgina said, hoping that her voice hadn't been too hasty. Thankfully, her ruse worked and Herbert Widdling opened the door wider. Now. Now, the voice in her head practically hissed at her. Widdling had just begun to tell her how best to navigate the streets of Paddington when Georgina withdrew her wand from her robes. "It seems," she began, her voice not above a whisper, "I don't need directions any more." Georgina saw the blank shock in his face and she didn't hesitate, especially when she saw the first signs of a shout in his expression. "Avada Kedavra!" Herbert Widdling fell to the floor with a muffled thud. Georgina prodded the corpse with her foot, a look of fascination on her face, before turning around and sinking into the house's shadows. Rodolphus slid beside her, one arm reaching out for her and the other gripping his wand. They were in little danger of capture as the corpse had only been on the ground minutes, and he so with a loud crack ... they returned to Arcturus Black's home once again, exposed now in the bright moonlight. He had little to say - she had been efficient and quick and had done precisely what was asked without dawdling. Though Rodolphus delighted in Bellatrix's bloodlust, it was dangerous in a new recruit and he preferred to keep things simple, easy - elegant. "This week you are to do nothing that brings suspicion on you in any way. Do not indulge in the petty vengeances of your friends. Do not boast, do not brag. It is unwise to let pride become your crutch. You've completed your task and it is finished. Do you understand?" She hadn't been under the cover of darkness for more than a few seconds before Rodolphus apparated them back to the countryside. Georgina hadn't said anything but her quick breathing and widened eyes gave her the expression of someone in shock. After a few moments, she seemed to come to her senses and righted her posture. She'd killed. A pleased and smug smile crept unto her lips, her father would be so proud of her. This smile faltered a little bit when Georgina listened to Rodolphus's further instructions and she was tempted to ask if she would be able to tell her father at least. Georgina shook this childish thought from her mind and nodded. "I understand, Mr Lestrange," she said, her voice sounding scratchy and unused. She took a deep breath once more, trying to clear her mind. It was done. She had done it. It was a liberating moment, for Georgina, and she couldn't help but dwell on how powerful she felt when she held the now deceased man's life in her hands. Power. The word echoed in the back of her mind and it smothered all sense of conscience. Rodolphus continued to stand before her, contemplative and sober. Murder for him was a less cut and dry act - typically far more violent and involved - but he also took a pleasure in violence that he did not expect in Georgina. Or at least she'd left him with no signs that she might enjoy such a thing. "Well?" A quick overview of her mental status seemed fitting before he allowed her to go home. She'd reacted well, done precisely what she was told, and asked no questions. She would prove a valuable Death Eater in the long run. Georgina looked up at her mentor, a small and unexpected smile upon her lips. To someone unused to murder, it would have been a chilling sight to behold but it conveyed but a small portion of how she was feeling. The sense of euphoria would come later when she is alone; she tried to keep a sombre demeanour in front of her elders. "I'm fine," Georgina replied, nodding once more, "It was..." Her voice trailed off and she looked like she was lost in thoughts for a moment. How to describe such an event? Empowering? Georgina felt charged by the act. "Interesting," she conceded. |