Rodolphus Lestrange (rodolphus_les) wrote in darkmark_rising, @ 2009-12-27 17:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | lily evans, rodolphus lestrange |
Who: Rodolphus & Lily
What: Torture!
When: Probably around 3 am
Where: DREAMLAND
Rating: High for violence
Normally, Rodolphus didn't recall his dreams. Lately he would remember bits and pieces, but he hadn't yet had a terribly vivid dream. Apparently that meant he wasn't casting the spell correctly. It was driving him absolutely mental; how could others be correctly casting the spell, but he couldn't? He was much better at magic than they were, it just didn't make any sense. So earlier that day, Rodolphus had taken a corner in the most popular hallway in all of Hogwarts. He had focused, practised, and picked out a target. Miss Lily Evans - quite possibly the biggest and most annoying pain in his neck. Bellatrix also hated the girl, so if he could take her out of the equation, Bellatrix would likely be grateful. Not that Rodolphus wouldn't enjoy it, but pleasing Bellatrix was always a plus.
As the seventh year got into bed that evening, he could feel the blood rushing throughout his veins. Tonight was the night. He could feel it, the spell, the magic, the target, everything was aligned. Tomorrow, hopefully, Evans wouldn't wake up. At the very least, she'd wake up bloody and terrified. Terrified. Terror was exactly what Rodolphus wanted to create. A school full of chaos and destruction, a school where he could murder filthy mudbloods. Filthy mudbloods like Evans. It didn't take long for Rodolphus to fall asleep, and he faded into a dream with a smile on his face. A twisted and cruel smile.
Eventually, the dream began. It was just him at first, it a dark barren location. As Rodolphus turned, he realized he had been standing near a cliff. Behind him were rather large trees, boulders, and an array of other materials he could use. All he had to do now was wait. Wait for the redheaded fireball to appear in this land. Hopefully she would be confused, which would give him an advantage. Rodolphus knew she thought herself to be fantastic at magic, but a mudblood could never compete with a pureblood. Gripping his wand tightly, Rodolphus decided it should be raining. Without lifting a finger, rain started to slowly fall. Once he realized just what was happening, a smile took over. He was in complete control! Looking towards a tree, he waved his wand back and forth. Within a few seconds, the tree began to sway back and forth. Oooh, this would be fantastic. Kicking at the ground below him, Rodolphus decided it should be tall grass, and not just dirt. Within five minutes, grass grew to his chest. Dreams were fun. Pulling his hood over his head, Rodolphus waited.