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excruciate ([info]excruciate) wrote in [info]intothefire_rpg,
@ 2011-06-15 21:46:00

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Entry tags:june2002, miles bletchley, rodolphus lestrange

Who: Rodolphus Lestrange and Miles Bletchley
What: A meeting of minds
Where: The Death Eater Safehouse
When: Wednesday night. 9pm sharp.
Rating: Low?





A faint mist drifted across the floors in every room and every corridor. The whole place was frozen, and lit dimly with candles. Shadows that flickered against the walls would turn suddenly and reveal themselves to be the Dementors.In the centre of a large room the dining table was set for two, a place at either end.

Rodolphus sat at the head, a glass of red wine held lazily in his hand. Behind him hovered the largest of the Dementors. The edge of the room was lined with Dementors, and around the parameter slithered a silvery patronus in the form of a snake.

"Rigby," Rodolphus said softly, tilting his glass. A house-elf, scared and shivering crept across the room.
"Y-yes sir?"
"Please go and greet our guest."

Somewhere in the house, a clock chimed nine.



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[info]notformiles
2011-06-19 05:49 pm UTC (link)
Miles wasn't seeking reward here- he never had been- but he didn't particularly feel like arguing that point with Rodolphus at the moment. He had been given leave to go, and he would take it. Standing, Miles nodded cordially. "Thank you for meeting with me," he replied, simply. "We will be in touch." His fox patronus walked protectively around his legs as he turned to leave the room, the house elf guiding him from the house. Miles was glad when he was able to apparate away, back to the safety- and warmth of his own flat.

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