rodolphus lestrange is living true crime. (actualised) wrote in disorderic, @ 2017-12-17 22:23:00 |
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Rodolphus was very optimistic about Tinworth. It was, after all, a cesspool, to which only the monumentally stupid seemed to flock — baring a select few of their own, who were surely only there out of some misplaced loyalty or fear of missing out. They could be quelled and the Death Eaters would surely have fun doing it. He was smiling as he walked through the town, even stopping into a bakery to buy a caramel shortbread. He was walking past one of the houses when he stopped and eyed it. He knew whose it was. Rodolphus took some time to familiarise himself with his specific target, a former Auror, who seemed to have a penchant for horrible signs. He half-expected Gawain Robards to be winking out from one of them. Rodolphus shook his head in disgust and leaned against the post of the fence, waiting for Birdie Proudfoot. When he saw her, he waved. “Good day,” he greeted, pleasantly, a smile on his face. “What a nice, brisk morning for a walk, don’t you think?” It was going to be a good day, Birdie was determined about that. She'd managed a full five hours of sleep, woke with no hangover, and it wasn't raining. After quickly brushing her teeth and getting a pair of boots on, she grabbed the dog leash and harness hanging by her front door and slipped it onto the dog waiting patiently at her feet. After shrugging on a jacket and making sure both her phone and wand were safely tucked away but easily reachable she let Lola pull her out of the door, muttering a locking charm behind her. They didn't get far down the walkway before both dog and master were stopped short by the appearance of a man at the fence. Birdie's eyes narrowed as she took in the man, recognizing him instantly. It was one of the Lestranges, Horse Boy as she'd taken to calling him. She tried to appear unaffected, refusing to allow herself to seem anything but unimpressed at his presence. She and Lola resumed the short walk down the walkway, stopping once they reached the gate, they were safe as long as they remained on that side of the fence. "Right. What do you want?" “To say hello,” Rodolphus said. “Isn’t that just being a good citizen?” He glanced over his shoulder at her garden. “You seem to have a lot of unsightly signs.” Birdie scoffed, she understood now why she was being paid a visit from a Death Eater. It didn't help that she really did have an overabundance of signs. "No, I don't think I do, actually." “Yes, you do,” Rodolphus said, shaking his head. He took a bite out of his caramel shortbread and chewed it thoughtfully. “There’s very little point in supporting someone like that. Usually something very nasty happens to them.” "What, are you the HOA now?" She sighed, contemplating just letting Lola take a shit on the man's shoes, maybe it would get him out of there faster. Instead, she pulled a cigarette from the pack in her coat pocket, placing it between her lips and lighting it with a muttered spell. She took a drag before exhaling, deliberately blowing the smoke in his direction. "So, is there a point to this visit or are you just here to criticise my yard?" “Both!” Rodolphus said, cheerfully. “I’m here to criticise those terrible lawn atrocities and warn you about the consequences of campaigning and voting for someone like Robards.” He glanced back at the garden and cast a wordless spell. One of the signs went up in flames immediately, a bright burst of flame which swallowed Gawain’s face easily. “That could so easily be your home.” Birdie was prepared for the worst, whatever that happened to be, though honestly setting fire to her signs was not what she expected. Clenching her jaw she turned around briefly to put out the fire with a muttered spell, before facing the Death Eater once more. "I'll take my chances. Now fuck off before I arrest you for destruction of property, you marzipan dildo." Rodolphus rolled his eyes and flicked his wand: flames sprung up, again, igniting signs, over the fence and, when he slashed his wand through the air, at the front door. It roared to life. “No,” he said, with a shrug, moving so he could stand away from the fence. “You won’t. It’ll be better for you all around, I do promise.” Then, he apparated away. |