B. Travers (travrs) wrote in cataclysmrpg, @ 2010-09-17 17:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: bancroft travers, character: marlene mckinnon, january 1979, location: wizarding england |
Who: Travers & Marlene McKinnon
When: 1/17, afternoon/evening
Where: Out and about around wizarding parts of England.
What: Bein' creepy.
Rated: PG13
Travers had gone out to kill a few animals for the next few nights of dinner for the Dark Lord's encampment. Someone else had been asked to do it, but Travers had offered in their place. He was in a foul mood and he just wanted to kill things. He was happier, as of late, now that Trudence was okay. Today though, speaking to people over the journals had just set him off. Bancroft Travers was not the sick bastard people assumed.
"I would never, I would never," Bancroft mumbled to himself as he thought about what Sirius Black had said to him earlier. He was disturbed by the thought, even so much as to shudder involuntarily at the idea. He loved Trudence, but not romantically.
Without the proper use of his wand, he found it extremely difficult to get an animal to die. He resorted to uncivilized ways of killing, like throwing knives and attacking them with his bare hands. He liked the feel of a little deer's neck between his hands and how it twisted so easily. He was soaked with animal blood in minutes, but thankful that levitate spells were working enough for him. He could carry the dead bodies of the animals behind him.
He saw her from a distance, but knew her immediately: Marlene McKinnon.
Beautiful. Pure. Traitor.
Those three words rang in his head, as they always did when he looked at her. He licked his lips and crept into a bush behind her, watching her carefully.