Who: Rodolphus Lestrange and OPEN Where: Botanical Garden When: mid-afternoon What: Trying to stave off boredom Rating/Status: possible language, killing of bugs
There wasn't much call for boat rides when the weather was cold. After the return of the magic Rodolphus had checked to make sure they were all in good standing. Not that he really cared if any of these morons took a boat out and subsequently sunk. Though he was quite certain that if anything to that effect happened he'd end up facing pitchforks and torches.
While the thought of watching some of them struggle in the water brought him a bit of joy, Rodolphus still felt that itch. He'd not tortured or killed anyone in almost six weeks and the desire to cause pain was rising up in him. So for now, he sat on a bench watching a nearby rock. Each time an insect poked around he zapped it. Sure, it was pitiful, but it was better than sitting at home boozing himself again.