Who: Rodolphus Lestrange and OPEN to anyone in #12 What: Trying to stave boredom When: Monday after he thinks most people have gone to bed Where: in the kitchen Warnings: TBD
Roldolphus had recently learned that a simple shattering sound could not only drive is desire for destruction but also serve to hold it in if dealt with delicately. He'd spent most of his time here sitting off to the side in his best attempt to stay out of everyone's way and to keep from finding himself engaged in what he was certain they would deem an unpleasant situation. Not that any here had pushed his buttons, quite the contrary. They seemed content to leave him alone for the most part, something for which he was grateful.
That night after dinner he had taken the cup that held his drink with him from the table and had gone to sit in the chair on the far side of the sitting room where he'd taken up residency for most of the nights. When Rodolphus felt certain most of his roommates had gone to bed he made his way into the kitchen and placed the cup on the center of the table. After placing a sound barrier so that what he was doing could not be heard outside the kitchen he made a quick motion and the cup exploded. A grin crossed his face. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths as the feeling washed over him before using another spell to put the cup together again. He didn't know how long he'd been repeating the cycle when turned at the sound of footsteps. His wand was at the ready not because he was necessarily going to threaten someone, but because they'd interrupted him mid-spell.