Who: Millicent Bulstrode and Annabelle Rosier What: Just hanging out, attempting to sway Millicent to the dark side, the norm. Where: Knockturn Alley When: Backdated! Sunday, January 1st. Warnings/Status: Lowish maybe/Incomplete
There was still blood on her hands from the night before. Figuratively. Annabelle wouldn't doubt that the black gloves she was wearing from the day before were still stained with last nights fun. She hadn't even been home to check on her grandfather after last nights meeting. He was becoming far too frail to even care about. If Annabelle cared more for the man, she would probably hire someone to take care of him. That meant no more late nights with new pets. At least, not in the open.
Shaking her head, Annabelle focused on the situation at hand. They needed new recruits. Names had been floating around her head. Mostly because the parents seemed too damn lazy to bring in their own children. What a disgrace! They should be raised to take the mark and continue the legacy. After all, it was a child's duty to follow in their parents footsteps. The Malfoy boy should have been marked already, Parkinson, Capper, Bulstrode. At least Crabbe and Goyle had their sons marked last night. How much pride they must have felt.
Annabelle knew she wouldn't live to bare children. Hell, she wouldn't let anyone near her to even try. So, stealing that joy from some other terrible parent would be her only choice.
Annabelle put the hood of her robes over her head and clicked her tongue. Now it was just finding one of these children walking around. The script was in her head, she just needed to play it out. Once she saw some movement by someone other than an old hag attempting to sell silly items and the drunk man passed out in the corner, Annabelle watched the figure move. Did her luck just kick in?