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

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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excruciate
2011-06-16 02:10 pm UTC (link)

The house-elf nodded, his hands shaking as he pushed the door closed behind Miles.
"M-master is waiting in the dining room," Rigby stuttered, trying to wrap his hands in the dirty tea-towels that made up his clothing. It was, if possible, colder in the corridors. Their breath clouded in front of their faces as Rigby started to lead the way.

"If-If Sir can, Rigby would advise s-s-summoning a Patronus to w-walk alongside S-Sir," Rigby said, "If-If Sir chooses not to, t-then it is advised t-to follow closely," The house-elf squeaked lead the way down the darkened corridors to where Rodolphus was waiting, his elbows resting on the table, his wand teasing between his fingers. His silver Patronus hissed menacingly as it slithered past Miles and Rigby. For a brief second the house-elf relaxed in the comfort of the warmth of the snake, but was quickly plunged back into the misery, despair and cold of the company of Dementors.
"Welcome Bletchley," Rodolphus greeted with a smile, "Please, sit. My elf shall bring you a drink of your choosing."

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notformiles
2011-06-17 03:25 am UTC (link)

At the elf's instruction, Miles took a moment to summon his own Patronus. It took the form of a fox and walked just to Miles' side, as directed. Miles was calm, taking in his surroundings- though the dark and gloom was much as he had expected, for this sort of meeting.

Miles sat at the table, requesting a glass of wine from the house elf, and looked calmly back to Rodolphus as his own patronus settled at his side. "Good evening, and well met, certainly."

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excruciate
2011-06-17 07:03 pm UTC (link)

Rodolphus watched Miles with a small smile playing on his lips, taking in the sight of his brother-in-arms who looked considerably better off than he did. Oh, his robes weren't at all shabby, and he was clean-shaven, but his eyes seemed deeper, sunken into his face. His skin was paler and he wasn't as well built as he had been at the height of Voldemort's run.

"You've been well," He stated when the house-elf had dispensed the wine and vanished, "Part of me feels I should be irritated by your ability to sink so easily back into society. But I am not. Do you know why?"

Rodolphus liked rhetorical questions. He let it hover between them for a moment before continuing, "It's because you are so loyal. And not just to Voldemort. No, you're loyal to us, Bletchley. Your brothers. And that is something I appreciate."

Rigby returned with two plates, upon each was a steak, cooked just enough to stop the cow mooing and a selection of seasonal vegetables. Rodolphus didn't seem to see the elf as he served them, nor did he acknowledge the food in front of him. He seemed content with the red wine clutched lazily in his fingers.

"Now I have returned and freed my brothers, it is time for us to reclaim that which was snatched away from us. I know you agree. And that is why I need you.
You are my eyes and ears in the Ministry. On the street. You are pivotal to us now. You truly hold our success in your hands," He paused and looked over the top of his glass, eyes dark. The large Dementor behind him shifted slightly, lifting its head, mouth just visible under the folds of the cloak that covered it.
"Are you willing to commit yourself to what is required of you?"

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notformiles
2011-06-17 08:39 pm UTC (link)

Miles wouldn't have apologized for looking as well as he did- it was a personal point of pride that he had been able to meld so well with society. That his home was not inhabited by dementors, that he could walk about freely- and now, it seemed, it was these very aspects of his life that had made him so valuable to his brothers.

Well, wasn't that a nice piece of leverage.

Though he noticed the food when it appeared, Miles was much more interested in the words being offered, and he listened intently. He didn't truly believe that the entirety of this... movement hinged solely on himself, but Miles nodded once, anyway. "My commitment to my brothers has never wavered," he replied, simply. "I have always been willing to do what is necessary."

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excruciate
2011-06-17 08:52 pm UTC (link)

"Exactly what I wanted to hear," Rodolphus smiled, "Loyal and pure. You're a perfect example of what this country needs. And if you're willing to help us, then I have some tasks I wish to set you."

He placed his glass on the table and leaned forward slightly, "We're weakened, Bletchley. We're running like dogs again. We need allies. We need to spread out roots into society once again. To tear apart its foundations!
"I need you to seek out the like-minded. Or the weak-minded. Those we can use. Purebloods who have not yet betrayed us. Guide them, and bring them into the fold. The more allies we have, the further we reach, and the easier it will be to rise and crush our opposition."

Rigby appeared and quickly refilled his master's glass, savouring each moment he spent in the safety of the Patronus' company.

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notformiles
2011-06-17 09:07 pm UTC (link)

He might have agreed with the sentiment of the task set before him, Miles wasn't certain (at least in this moment) how to begin such an undertaking- it wasn't as if he could hang up recruitment posters inside the Ministry, after all. (A facetious suggestion even in his mind, of course, and not a doubt that he would voice aloud.) Instead, "Of course," he said, simply. "Perhaps not a simple task, but one that I have no doubt will prove fortuitous for us. With the recent death of the Minister, as well, those of like mind are certainly more willing to seek us out."

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excruciate
2011-06-17 09:26 pm UTC (link)

"Indeed. But things worth doing are never easy," Rodolphus replied, eyes studying Miles' face for any hint of the inner workings of his mind. A tiny sliver of insight to know just how far he could push this new protégé.

"One other thing... I, unlike our previous leader, do not fear Harry Potter. I don't spend my every waking moment thinking about how I wish to kill him. But, I must admit, he is bothersome," He said. He began tapping his fingers softly on the table.

"His very existence is a beacon of hope to muggle-borns and blood-traitors alike. As long as he lives, everyone assumes that we will fail, that they are strong and we are weak. Potter is a something I would very much like out of the way. But to ask you to perform such a task is asking too much. No. I want you to get closer to him. Befriend him, if you can."

A cruel smile curled on his lips, "I wish to learn all I can about the Boy Who Lived. I want to know where he lives, where his loved ones live, what he prizes most. I want us to tear him apart piece by piece, if we can. I want to bring him down as low as he can possibly fall."

"But! If you ever get the opportunity Bletchley. Kill him."

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notformiles
2011-06-18 01:26 am UTC (link)

It seemed a contradiction- to say in one breath that he was not obsessed with Harry Potter, and in the next to order Miles to infiltrate the boy's life and kill him, if possible. "I agree that Potter is troublesome, and a rallying point for our opposition- he is, however, not an idiot. If he was, he would have been killed long ago."

Miles paused a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. He was no one's protégé- he was his own man, working toward the same end with Rodolphus, not for him. "I am years older than Potter- even my fiancé, who is closer to his age, would have difficulty getting close to him, due to his bias against our former House affiliations. Potter is a closely-guarded person, no doubt with good reason. Anyone attempting to enter his life- especially someone of my background- would be met with immediate suspicion and hostility. Were I given the opportunity to kill him, I would- however I will not so blatantly risk my life and my livelihood, and that of my fiancé's, simply to take down one man."

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excruciate
2011-06-19 04:36 pm UTC (link)

"I agree that it is improbable that you yourself would be capable of getting close to Potter. That was foolish sentiment on my part, but there must be someone we can use to get to him. He must have a weakness, or a gap in his armour," Rodolphus pressed his fingers into a fist, "He is barely an adult."

He stood up and paced slowly around the table, his Patronus accompanying him on his journey whilst the largest Dementor remained where it was, unmoving.
"He will be the biggest opposition of our take over. He will take it upon himself to challenge us, mark my words, and he will drag others with him. We must do the same. We must find witches and wizards that can be controlled and do just that," Rodolphus murmured, almost as if he were merely thinking aloud.

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notformiles
2011-06-19 04:56 pm UTC (link)

"There will always be those who are willing to stand against Potter and his allies- they need only be shown where to turn. They are anchorless now, without Voldemort to lead them- if they were given a new rallying point, our numbers would swell quite swiftly, I'm certain." Which was a lovely sentiment, really- but it wasn't something Miles was going to volunteer for.

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excruciate
2011-06-19 05:08 pm UTC (link)

Rodolphus smiled and spread his arms to the room. Around the walls, the dementors shifted and the hall filled with the sound of wind through leaves, of gasping breath.
"I'm sure I can prove them with a rallying point. And I'm sure my friends can provide some proof of our power," said Rodolphus, "All we need is to destroy the safety they think they have, and they will run toward us.
People flock to power, so I shall prove that I have the most!"

The largest Dementor turned its head and Rodolphus returned to his seat.
"I feel I shall have to call this meeting to a close Bletchley. It is good to see someone so loyal to the cause, and so willing to assist in reclaiming leadership of the country. I must ask you to take leave. Rigby will guide you out," He signalled to the doorway without looking, and Rigby returned, still shivering and stood beside Miles.

"Search for purebloods, or those with our views. Give me their names if you cannot approach them directly, and I will offer them the things they desire. Oh, and please keep and eye for Draco. I do believe he may have decided to desert us as Selwyn did. That is something I shall not tolerate."
He summoned his Patronus to slither around him and added, "And you, Bletchley, will be rewarded more than you can imagine for your efforts."

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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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