Evelyn Mulciber (bestdefense) wrote in disorderic, @ 2018-02-03 10:50:00 |
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WHO: Evelyn Mulciber and Carol Robards
WHAT: Checking In
WHEN: February 2, Evening
WHERE: A Cave
WARNINGS: Imperius
"Yoohoo!" Evelyn called. She resealed the warding behind her (not that her guest would try to escape, of course, but one couldn't take the chance that something else might follow her in.) The disheveled woman, only a little older than Evelyn herself but looking even frailer than her years, shuffled out to meet her. She said nothing, but the defiant, exhausted glare in her eyes did the talking she couldn't. "There you are, dear. Here, now. This should last you a couple of days." The undisguised Death Eater handed over a basket containing food, water, and a book of crossword puzzles. "Something to entertain yourself with while I'm gone." Carol Robards hummed in reply. "What was that, dear?" Evelyn taunted. Another hum, and Evelyn allowed an expression of understanding to cross her face. "Oh, of course, silly me. You may speak freely." "Let me out of here, you disgusting hag—" "Now, that's quite enough of that. Hush." The Imperius took hold again, and Carol's words caught in her throat. "Now, now, I know this isn't quite the home you were used to. But I'm sure that if your son acquits himself in the Wizengamot as we need him to, we'll be able to find something more comfortable for you. Oh! That reminds me." Evelyn pulled that morning's Daily Prophet from the basket. "Hold this … no, dear, up a little higher. There, perfect." She snapped a Polaroid photo. "The paper is yours, by the way. There's an interesting article in there about one of your son's old neighbours. A vigilante, can you imagine? Tsk, tsk, the company he keeps." As she waited for the photo develop, she readied her wand to strengthen the Imperius, as she did with every visit. With deep concentration, the spark in Carol's eyes dulled as she became complacent, malleable. "Remember," Evelyn instructed, "Eat and sleep properly. Keep yourself alive. Don't fall into despair. And follow my every instruction. You're doing so well, Carol." And then, with a cruel smile, "And do say hello to Lulu for me." A Polaroid photo with one word written below: "Behave." In the photo, one will see a tired but very alive Carol Robards, holding up that day's Daily Prophet to prove when it was taken. If one looks closely in the background for clues, one might notice the faint outline of a large, tentacled monster, sitting contentedly in the back of its beloved cave home. There is no note. |