Who's the Daddy? Lucius is the Daddy! (ex_ofbadfait221) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2008-06-18 23:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1979-06] june, ! npc, lucius malfoy |
Narrative; Lucius Malfoy
Who: Lucius Malfoy and NPC Quirinus MacDonald
When: Wednesday evening
Where: The Leaky Cauldron, and Muggle London
What: Lucius is on a mission to kill the head of the Muggle Worthy Excuse Committee. Fortunately for the dude, Lucius can be made of FAIL sometimes
Rating: R
Status: Complete / Closed
It was supposed to be so easy. Lucius was sat in his study when the information from Severus regarding Quirinus MacDonald came through. After reading through the parchment, Lucius placed it securely in a draw with a smirk on his face, and picked up his wand. The study door was locked with a tap, and he headed down the corridor, the carpet muffling the sounds of his footsteps. In the entrance hall, he peered up the stairs. Narcissa was nowhere to be seen, and without calling out to her or leaving a note, he left through the front door. This shouldn't take long. Lucius was not made for stalking. He was too recognisable in society, and that was the way he wanted it. He appeared at too many events, donated to too many causes. His father was Head of the Board of Governors for Hogwarts School -- people moved out of the way when theMalfoys walked down the street. There was a reason Lucius had not been chosen to stalk the Ministry officials. But he was terribly loyal, and he had a single-mindedness and a thirst to prove himself, the same thirst that made him head straight for Edgar Bones that night, the thirst that made the Dark Lord pick him for this task. Once outside of the extensive wards surrounding Malfoy Manor, Lucius apparated directly to the back yard outside the Leaky Cauldron. According to Severus, MacDonald came here every night after work at 6pm, and sure enough, it was almost immediately after entering the pub that Lucius spotted the grey-haired little man that he had been sent to kill. A few heads turned as Lucius entered, but he ignored them all, sweeping up to the barman and ordering a drink. "Whiskey. A measure from your finest bottle." There were people who had been waiting longer than him, but gold changed hands and Lucius sipped the whiskey, before looking around for a familiar face or two. He was careful to keep MacDonald in his periphery vision, wanting to know where he was at all times. It was not long before he was approached by an acquaintance. "Crabbe! How charming to see you.Goyle too, marvellous. And Vaisey! Well, well. Of course I will join you for a drink, you needn't even ask." In reality, Lucius could have cared less for his drinking buddies, but he would look less conspicuous if he wasn't drinking alone. MacDonald had joined a group of his own, and Lucius settled back in his seat to wait. An hour later, and he was bored stiff by the conversation being held by his associates. Crabbe and Goyle were also Death Eaters, but of the lowest tier and really no more than hired thugs. MacDonald hadn't moved, and was by now tucking into a meal ordered from the bar. Lucius resisted the urge to do the same. He was starving, but the rubbish they served here couldn't really compare to what he was used to eating back at the manor. By quarter to eight, the pub had started to empty. Witches and wizards were flooding out of the doors, anxious not to be out after curfew. Lucius bid good bye, and not regretfully, to his companions, keeping an eye on MacDonald for when the latter made his move. The move in question came at five minutes to eight, when MacDonald called a cheerfulfarewell to the barman and left via the exit to Muggle London. Lucius tossed back the dregs of his drink -- only his second, he'd been limiting himself -- and followed discreetly. It was still busy in the street,Muggle bustling around everywhere, and Lucius was able to lose himself in the crowd while keeping MacDonald in his sight. He attracted a few glances from variousMuggles due to his strange attire, but they were none of his concern. Biding his time, Lucius waited until MacDonald had taken a few side streets, losing most of the crowd. Once alone, he cast a Disillusionment charm on himself and walked closer behind his quarry, wand ready to strike. It was on a deserted side-street that he seized his chance. Levicorpus. Too surprised to even yell, Quirinus MacDonald found himself hanging upside down by his ankle. He may have been getting on in years, but he was still an experienced wizard and some quick thinking sent a burst out silver out of the end of his wand and into the night. Lucius noticed this, but thinking it was just a failed attempt at a counter-spell, he brushed the thought aside and flicked his wand, sending MacDonald flying sideways into the alley behind a large sports shop. It had gone out of business a few weeks ago and there was no chance of being disturbed. Lowering his wand, Lucius let MacDonald drop to the floor with a crunch. The older man looked up in fright -- Lucius was still under the Disillusionment charm and MacDonald's eyes searched left and right for his attacker. Lucius cast a Silencing charm on his victim before his next offensive spell -- a blasting curse, to MacDonald's left foot. The foot exploded in a mess of a blood and bone, the victim's mouth open in a wide scream of pain, without any sound coming out. A smirk crossed Lucius' face as he raised his wand again. Crucio. MacDonald twisted on the floor, every nerve in his body screaming in pain. His limbs -- what was left of them -- curled and twitched in agony, and still Lucius pointed his wand at him, holding the curse for as long as his fury would hold. But theCruciatus curse did not last forever, and Lucius followed it with another blasting curse, this time to the right arm. MacDonald's wand arm, from the looks of things. He was left only a stump, the pool of blood on the cobbles growing larger by the second. As Lucius raised his wand again, the air was filled with the sound of cracks. Witches and wizards were apparating every few feet, and it was then Lucius realised his mistake. The silvery thing that had burst from MacDonald's wand had been a patronus, calling for help. And help had arrived. As Lucius slunk back into the shadows on the other side of the alley, one witch and one wizard ran to MacDonald's side. The other four in the group -- a witch and three wizards -- cast about them with their wands out, the tips illuminated. Lucius knew he had to act quickly. Avada Kedavra! The wizard closest to him crumpled, his face barely with enough time to register his surprise. Ducking to the side, Lucius avoided the three Stunning spells that immediately came his way. Stepping forward, he took aim again, and one of the witches fell, the Killing Curse hitting her in the centre of her chest. The other two were more ready this time, and Lucius had to cast a shield charm to deflect the Stunners. It was then that his Disillusionment charm wore out. As soon as he felt the familiar feeling, hedisapparated . No point in getting recognised. But as the charm had worn out, the setting sun had cast light on his face for half a second -- and there was no mistaking that shock of blonde hair. Appearing in the lane outside Malfoy Manor, Lucius hurried up towards his house to scribble a message in his journal to Rodolphus. The Dark Lord would not be pleased that he had failed. What was worse, Narcissa would not be pleased that he had missed dinner. |