Carlotta "Magic the Muggles" Pinkstone (nosecrets) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-07-25 17:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1980-07] july, carlotta pinkstone, igor karkaroff |
RP Log; Igor Karkaroff & Carlotta Pinkstone
Who: Igor Karkaroff & Carlotta Pinkstone
When: 3pm, 25 July 1980
Where: Carlotta's offices at the Society for the Advancement of Squibs
What: V. important DE business.
Rating: Lowish.
Status: COMPLETE.
Carlotta placed her quill down and looked over the letter she had just drafted. She had a few moments to look over it before her next appointment. The picnic for the Society for the Advancement of the Squibs was this weekend, and the ticketed turnout had been quite a bit less than the previous year. She sighed in frustration, but she understood that people were frightened to show support of those of lesser ability. Squibs might be fullblooded, halfblooded, pureblooded, but they had no magic and that was huge in their lives. Well, with any luck, she told herself swiftly, the government would get better rather than worse. She signed a paper to give to her assistant authorising the movement of a rather large set of funds from a personal account into a holding at her home. If anyone asked, the money would be for a sizeable donation at the foundation - although in reality she was setting it aside to assist those of Muggle birth. She looked up at the clock and folded up the parchment. She was expecting to meet with a donor, her assistant had said. She hadn't recognised the name, but she supposed that didn't matter. Right now the Society could use a new donor and they were not so popular that she felt she could turn down appointments with strangers. Indeed, it was not much like Carlotta at all as she tended to enjoy and look forward to the opportunity to meet new people. "Your three o'clock is here," the dark haired halfblooded girl had stuck her head into the office and Carlotta gave her a warm smile. "Do show him in." Igor rose when the assistant indicated he should come through and smoothed down his robes. He was wearing a set of his best 'business' robes and had taken some extra time with appearance this morning, making himself look as professional and wealthy as possible. He wasn't entirely sure it was necessary but it did create the proper appearance of someone who would have the money to donate to such a cause. He gave the assistant a polite smile as she ushered him into the office then turned a more genuine and warmer smile towards the woman he assumed was Carlotta Pinkstone. "Good afternoon, Miss Pinkstone," he said, holding out his hand. He bowed over her hand and kissed it briefly. "I am Igor Karkaroff." Carlotta gave the man a warm smile and glanced over him. He certainly did look like the type that might have money to give, and Merlin only knew that she was not turning away potential donors at this point in time. Anyone who was interested in giving money got an appointment instantly and this was really no exception. "Good afternoon Mr Karkaroff," she said with a nod and motioned towards the seats in front of her. "It is most certainly a pleasure to meet with you. I do hope your summer has been well?" She took the other seat in front of him, not returning to behind her desk. She found that when one was dealing with donors, dispensing with the immediate formality and the automatic block of space between them was to be preferred. She liked to spend time talking with them about what the society did, and in many cases sharing personal antidotes of how life had been made better by past donors. It was easier to do these things when sitting with them, than sitting behind a desk, as if one was preaching. Igor was pleased when the woman sat down beside him and not behind her desk. That would make it easier to cast the Imperius if she was closer, not to mention give her less time to react and either retaliate or guard her mind in any way. He was tempted to cast the spell now but he wanted her a little more relaxed before he did that just to be sure the spell would succeed. "It has," he said with an unctuous smile. "It has been busy as I have been establishing my business here in England and there have been all the expected difficulties but the feeling of accomplishment when one succeeds is a reward in it's own right, yes?" Carlotta crossed her ankles in a manner that would have been reserved for a lady of society, but it was an old habit - at home she tended to be so much more relaxed. She reached for the parchment and quill on her desk so that she could take notes when it was necessary to do so. "Oh most certainly," Carlotta said with a smile. "I have always enjoyed the feeling of accomplishment as a reward." She tilted her head and added. "I do hope that you have been finding England to your liking, Mr Karkaroff?" "I have by and large," Igor said, actually speaking the truth as it worked in well with the role he was playing. "It is, of course, different from my native Russia. Much warmer and I understand there is less snow in the winter." he laughed. "That shall take some getting used to. Perhaps I shall not need my furs here." As he spoke he had been surreptitiously manouvering his wand down his sleeve and towards his hand. When he had released it properly he made a quick move, shaking the wand down,pointing it at Carlotta and barking, "Imperius!" Carlotta had opened her mouth to say something about Russia and how she missed the opportunity to travel when the spell hit her. She felt suddenly oddly lightweight and cheerful, and she glanced across at the man sitting across from her. What in Merlin's name had they been talking about? Igor smiled in satisfaction at the pleasant expression on Carlotta's face and the dreamy look in her eyes. The spell had worked perfectly as it always did when he cast it. He deliberately shoved the failed attempts he'd had to the back of his mind. They weren't relevant. "Miss Pinkstone, you will listen to my words and obey. You will slowly cease your opposition to the new Ministry and turn your attention to supporting it. In order to help with this, you will shortly be contacted again by a representative of the Concerned Citizens for Truth and you will accept the invitation to join. You will do all you can to aid them in their tasks." He hesitated for a moment then decided that was enough. Carlotta was a smart woman and would be able to extrapolate appropriately from there. You only needed to give specific orders to the stupid. He ended the spell and quickly tucked his wand away, picking up the thread of the conversation and advancing it significantly. He had done what he needed to do and who honestly cared about a bunch of Squibs. "Your Foundation sounds most admirable, Miss Pinkstone," he said with well faked admiration. "It is truly disgraceful the way Squibs, who often come from the finest families, get shunted away as though they are somehow less than human. Do you have some literature I may take with me and read?" Carlotta was somewhat confused by this conversation. She had the sudden overwhelming urge to go and contact Mrs Mulciber, but no, she would wait, because someone would probably contact her again. In the back of her mind this didn't feel quite right, but on the other hand, why wouldn't it be right? "Well, thank you, Mr Karkaroff," she managed to say without feeling too silly about saying it, although her voice did feel a bit odd to her and she had a ridiculous look on her face. "I do indeed have some literature - let me find it." And she stood, walked around her desk and picked up some brightly coloured pamphlets with pictures of adorable children on them, and families together. It was precisely the sort of thing that was there to make people interested in donating. "I do hope you'll consider us," she said firmly. Yes, if she hadn't heard from Mrs Mulciber on Monday she would certainly have to contact her again. Carlotta very definitely wanted to get involved with this citizens group and couldn't imagine why she'd turned the opportunity down. Igor took the pamphlets and took a moment to just glance down at them as someone who was actually interested might do. It allowed him to hide the gleam of smug satisfaction in his eyes and gain control over his emotions. Once he was back in control, he then rose to his feet and held out a hand. "Thank you, Miss Pinkstone. I am sure I shall be in contact with you within the next week or two." He bowed over her hand then took his leave, keeping himself in his 'rich man' persona until he was well clear of the house. Then, and only then, he grinned and decided that such a job well done deserved a hit of the best vodka before he went back to work. |