WHO: Ignatius Travers, Rodolphus Lestrange, and Lucius Malfoy WHAT: Some post-Halloween mayhem WHEN: The wee hours of the morning tonight, Nov 1st! WHERE: The Leaky Cauldron, Diagon Alley WARNINGS: Property damage
They were meeting at Malfoy Manor before they left, a starting point before the destruction was to occur. Rodolphus stood in his room and straightened his robes for a moment, hand smoothing over the mask in front of him. It was useless. They all knew who he was; he took a great deal of pride in it. Still, he touched the cold front of it and then slipped it into his pocket. His moods were capricious these days. Maybe he would wish for anonymity.
With every step, though, he knew he didn’t. The people of Diagon Alley had not learned. They repeatedly defied the Dark Lord’s wishes — the Ministry’s wishes — feeding the wandless, letting them try and prosper. The mudbloods did not deserve it. A jury had found them guilty but certain dregs of society were unwilling to let themselves accept the truth. Rodolphus knew it was their duty to set them right.
He entered the hall and then one of the meeting parlours, pulling on gloves. “Hello, fellows,” he said, cheerfully. “I’ve got a lot of chaos on my mind, but very little trick or treat puns. Help me out.”
Lucius had been waiting there for the past few minutes, bored with the wait yet unwilling to hurry either of them up. His own mask laid on the table next to him and he fixed a flyaway strand of hair before he eyed Rodolphus' gloves. "Do we need puns? I'm all out."
“Now Lucius, the whole evening ought to be a blast,” Ignatius remarked casually as he pushed himself away from the wall where he’d been leaning. With Rodolphus greeting them, he supposed they were finally going to get started. He, himself, was quite looking forward to the endeavor!
“That wasn’t my best effort,” he admitted after only a moment’s pause. “I should have prepared more.”
“I suppose we won’t leave a memo for the press afterwards, then,” Rodolphus said, with a grin. “They can come up with their own puns.” He hummed lightly as he walked across the room, stopping to nibble at one of the crackers the house elf (Busi?) had apparently left out. “We’ll be quite all right as long as we’re all up to scratch with our curses.”
"I wouldn't like to do their work for them," Lucius remarked, as if he'd done any work for anyone before. He picked up his mask and gestured towards the door. "We can Apparate out in the foyer."
“Then let’s go. My curses are excellent.” Ignatius shot a glance at Lucius as they all headed out into the foyer to apparate off to their destination. Diagon Alley was quieter at this time of night, which Ignatius found he appreciated. There was far less clatter from the wandless that he had to ignore while they were asleep in the gutters they belonged in.
“Shall we start?”
The quiet was a little unnerving for Lucius, having been used to the bustle of the crowds, but it was still a blessing. He would hate to have to listen to the Wandless while he was walking around. He nodded at Ignatius, slipping his mask on as he turned to his left and easily shattered the windows. Within a split second, the glass exploded inward, loud enough that Lucius winced slightly.
A small, hard smile settled onto Rodolphus’ face as the glass exploded and he too a few steps closer, blasting the front door of the Leaky open. It sprang off its hinges, crashing into the room behind it with force, sending a chair and a table toppling over, before hitting the wall forcefully enough to splinter in a few places. If they were going to open their doors so willingly to the Wandless, Diagon Alley deserved to know it wouldn’t be tolerated.
With a flick of his wrist, Rodolphus sent another table flying towards the bar.
Ignatius watched with a frown hidden behind his mask. It was a shame that they had to resort to such measures for wizarding institutions, but when the wizarding institutions kept insisting on doing the wrong thing, well.
They really weren’t giving them an option, were they?
He strolled into the Leaky, sending a few of the light fixtures crashing down onto the tables below and letting them splinter with satisfying cracks.
The floor was next, rendered apart with a flick of Lucius' wand. It created a large crack through the middle of it, widening the further he let it drag on, and pulled some of the broken pieces of the tables into the crack. The sight of it was distasteful, Lucius thought, but it was necessary. It would take weeks to repair, even with magic. At that point, it would be better to knock it down and start all over.
Rodolphus turned to watch the appearance of the crack, smiling with delight as it swallowed parts of the room. “Oh, excellent,” he said, nodding at Lucius.
The Leaky was slowly disappearing into chaos.It wasn’t as if he took some great glee in its destruction, but it was a necessary evil. Rodolphus turned towards the bar and exploded several bottles, set an accelerant. A fire sprung up quickly, fuelled by the alcohol. Rodolphus had to step back out of its radius.
Before the fire got out of hand, there was really only one final touch to do. Ignatius aimed his wand at the wall — the entrance to Diagon Alley — and leveled a blasting curse at it. The chaos and instability that would cause was benefit enough, but it was a statement too against the willingness to allow mudbloods to infiltrate their society. They were not welcome.