rodolphus lestrange is living true crime. (actualised) wrote in disorderic, @ 2017-09-28 20:07:00 |
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Rodolphus liked to enjoy his mornings, now. Azkaban had lacked that particular form of joy. A morning just meant another long stretch of time that would pass, days melting away, weeks piling on top of each other. There were times prisoners were expected to be awake, but it didn’t really matter: no one knew what day it was. So little had mattered in a room barely big enough for him. He took his time whenever he could, now that he was out. The morning sun would filter into the room by degrees, warming it. If he was awake, Rodolphus watched it spread across the floor with interest. If he wasn’t, it was a pleasant surprise that waited for him. Breakfast was whatever he wanted, unless Narcissa had instructed the house elf otherwise. Sometimes, Rodolphus skipped it altogether, instead choosing to go out for a ride on the horses or for a walk. He’d briefly considered getting a book about identifying different plants, simply to see Bellatrix’s face when he told her what he’d done. The thought brought a smile to his face. He was smiling as he pulled clothes onto him, his hair damp from an early morning shower. It was still only half ten and there was a chill in the air, clouds grey and low. Rodolphus regarded the sky with mild interest. Rain was coming, so he decided to enjoy the clear sky while he could. He didn’t tell anyone he was going — or, rather, he announced it to an empty hallway before he let himself out the front door. The allure of freedom was that he could go where he wanted, when he wanted. There were no bars obscuring the way. Autumn had well and truly started to set in. Berries shone from the trees as Rodolphus walked by them, green leaves already turning to red. Wind whipped through him, bringing a slight chill to his bones. Rodolphus brought his shoulders up against the cold and took relish in it as he walked towards the small town for a while and then apparated to a coffee shop he’d visited a couple of times before, right in the heart of the city. Small town coffee did not have the same appeal. There were people milling around, as there always was, but the crowd was thinner this morning than usual. It was as if the threat of rain had scared them off. Rodolphus glanced through the window before he walked in, noting a new staff member, and pushing open the door. The girl greeted him. She was prompt, efficient. She’d rolled her eyes when he walked in, though, and he noticed the way he lip curled at him. He noticed and he filed it away and smiled widely when she passed the coffee to him. Her hand snapped back as if burnt when he reached for the cup, but she disguised it quickly. Rodolphus sighed. He really hated it when places he liked were let down by employees with bad manners. He really hated that he was going to have to teach this place a lesson. It was later that day when Rodolphus returned to the cafe. He’d taken some time, walked around the town, went back to the manor for an early lunch. He waited until just the afternoon, before the swell of office workers getting out and, from across the road, he pointed his wand at the coffee shop and conjured the Dark Mark. The mark hung in the sky, terrifying, lit bright. Rodolphus heard screams almost instantly. With a smile, he disapparated. |