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Tweak says, "CHOCOLATE!!!"

excruciate (excruciate) wrote in intothefire_rpg,
@ 2011-06-23 23:51:00

Entry tags:

june2002, rodolphus lestrange, theodore nott

Who: Theodore Nott [Grab-Me!] and Rodolphus Lestrange
What: A deal.
Where: Knockturn Alley
When: Thursday night
Rating: Mid

Knockturn Alley wasn't so much a planned street, as it was the space left between the crooked, badly placed buildings of Diagon Alley. It had grown up slowly in the shadows with narrow passageways that turned sharp angles and dark doorways that hid the people that drifted into it.

At night it became a hunting ground.

Tonight, the predators stalked from above.

A puddle that had nestled itself into a dip in the cobbles began to freeze over as the temperature of the air dropped, and the cobbles turned slick. It almost felt darker, if possible. The lamps that lit the area dimmed, and the magical flames within flickered warnings of light everywhere.

And stepping out of the shadows came the prey.

Theordore Nott.

Five Dementors felt his presence. They waited until he reached a section of the alley without doorway or window before descending down upon him, hands outstretched, coming in from either side to pin him like rat in a corner. And the sound of footsteps across the cobblestones approached.

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Re: ooc: apologies for my very late reply.

excruciate
2011-06-27 08:47 pm UTC (link)

Rodolphus smiled as he stepped into the limited light offered by the gas lamps of the alley. He spread his arms slightly, and the Dementors paused, drifting into a lazy semi-circle around Theodore, so that if he should've chosen to turn and flee, he'd fall straight into the Kiss.

"Good evening to you as well, Mister Nott," Rodolphus said lightly. He stepped closer until they were mere feet apart, "I've been looking for you. I've something I would simply love to discuss with you. An offer, if you will. Would you care to hear the details?" A smile played on his lips, a cruel smile, one that said that Theodore really had no choice.

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ooc: no worries

apparentlynott
2011-06-27 09:51 pm UTC (link)

Theo didn't appreciate dramatics and the itch in his head that was threatening a migraine turned into a headache; if it got any worse he might think about trying to give one of those Dementors a hug to go along with the kiss.

He didn't like hearing his surname either and the only offer he was intersted in was one where he could go home to at least try and sleep. Despite the dangerous situation he sighed and rubbed at his head; living with his father had taught him that if the damage was inevitable then there was no point wasting time trying to delay it. Sure he was shuddering despite himself at the cold from the wraiths but it didn't stop him functioning.

He'd always preferred Scandinavia to Spain.

"Oh, you know, no." he said with a sigh. "Just, I'm knackered you know. Could you not send me an owl in the morning or something." Despite sounding like he was speaking with a complete lack of respect, Theo was just asking in the hope that Rodolphus would be reasonable; unfortunately, Theo was rarely an optimist.

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Re: ooc: no worries

excruciate
2011-06-28 06:55 pm UTC (link)

Rodolphus' smile didn't waver, but his eyes hardened considerable, pupils narrowing. He flicked his head slightly and five skeletal hands struck out and grabbed Theo, colder than ice, sharper than claws. They drained what little they could from him as Rodolphus stepped forward and ran a finger down Theo's cheek.

The group vanished in a cloud of black and reappeared with a small room within the safehouse. In the middle of the room was a small table with two glasses of red wine, and a single chair.
"Sit," Rodolphus instructed. The Dementors retreated to the edge of the room as the Death Eater summoned his serpentine patronus, "I'm sure you'll forgive me for forcing the matter, but I'm afraid this will be your only opportunity to hear my offer."

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apparentlynott
2011-06-28 07:26 pm UTC (link)

Theo had seen it coming almost before it came, but the cold had made him just slow enough that he hadn't been able to get his decoy wand out of the way to let him Apparate. Despite the way those cold (almost familial - he would have laughed if he could have just made his lungs work) hands grabbed at him, nothing sent a shiver through him like Rodolphus' finger against his face. It shuddered something inside him that he'd been coping with pretty well, and by the time he came back to himself he was dizzily trying to convince himself not to throw up.

The corpse-touch and that of the (barely warmer) wizard muddied the already pretty murky waters of Theo's mind like a settled mud puddle stirred up with a stick. As he fell more than sat down he thought he heard the strains of some song that he no longer liked and he sang a snatch of it without realising.

By the time his mind stared settling back into it's usual state of what was close enough to pass for sanity he'd taken in the room and his surroundings like a war vet - thanks Daddy - and while the wine hadn't done much for him, seeing that Patronus just made him laugh. He couldn't help the nearly hysterical giggling that escaped in a trickle at the sight of the snake, lasting only a second or two as he struggled to bring himself back into some semblance of composure. "Interesting Patronus." he commented, cheeky eyebrow raised at the phallic animal until the memory of the man touching him burned suddenly against his memory with more intensity than the chill of the Dementor's fingers and the look slipped from his face to something blank, familiar. "If you must." he said, some 'normal' part of him coming back, shaky but there.

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excruciate
2011-06-28 08:34 pm UTC (link)

Rodolphus was growing increasingly irritated by Theo. He wasn't receiving the respect or fear he had been expecting. His fingers tightened on his wand. Had he not needed him, Rodolphus would've tortured him until he begged to die.
But the fact was, he could currently see no other option for his problem, and so he held back.

"Yes. A snake. I feel it may be a subconscious tribute to the deceased Dark Lord," He said, reaching out to pet the head of the large serpent as it drifted past, "But that is not the subject I wish to discuss. No, what I wish to discuss. Well, I suppose, who I wish discuss, is Draco Malfoy."
He stepped closer, wand lazily trained on Theo in case he should get any clever ideas.
"Tell me, do you know where he is at the moment," He asked.

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apparentlynott
2011-06-28 09:01 pm UTC (link)

Theo bit his lip to try and hide a grin, a futile attempt as it broke free anyway, looking out of place on his mouth. He was about to point out that the snake was a subconscious comment on something when he was interrupted by yet more speech.

He kept more of a wary eye on Rodolphus and his body language than the wand; it wasn't like he hadn't been trained into it.

The question, however, just confused him. He didn't want to believe that this was the reason he as here because he vaguely remembered the Lestrange family from 'social events' at his home as a child (although he would have been better able to recognise these people by their ankles as he'd usually been under the table when he wasn't playing obedient statue) and he hadn't remembered any of them being that stupid.

He tilted his head. "I would imagine in bed somewhere, but that may just be a matter of projection." he commented without cheek, rubbing at his tired face again before sitting back in the chair to watch the other wizard again, not as relaxed as he appeared but not as tense as he was by habit; he was expecting a Crucio or even an Avada Kadavra and surprised himself by how ready he was to accept it, even if he wished his death wasn't going to be so banal.

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excruciate
2011-06-28 10:18 pm UTC (link)

Rodolphus sighed and picked his glass of wine off the table, sipping it thoughtfully. Nothing else in the room moved except the silver patronus, slowly circling the table, chair, and it's occupier. Finally, Rodolphus placed the glass down and looked at Theo.

"Mr Nott, I have an offer to give you. Something you should consider yourself lucky to be receiving. The offer is this," He said, voice continuing to stay level, despite the raging urge to torture Theodore into insanity. It would be so easy...

"I require Draco Malfoy's location. Not only do I wish to know where he has run off to hide, I wish to meet with him. To bring him here. I've much to discuss with him, and his recent refusal to attend has left me... insulted.
I know you and he were together in Slytherin. I know you and he were probably friends, if not close acquaintances. I know that, if you have even a sliver of intelligence, you could lure Malfoy out into the open. That is what I want you to do. I want you to put him where I can get him," Rodolphus explained, "Ah. But what is in it for you? Well, at the moment, the most important thing would be freedom, because my friends here are so very hungry, and they're positively begging me to leave you here for them to feast on-" He tilted his head toward the Dementors, who stirred behind the barrier of Rodolphus' patronus.

"But also, I'm willing to offer you power. Nothing like the petty promises of Voldemort. Something far more solid. I can offer you command of an army. Slaves or servants. And, of course, somewhere to live that isn't the hovel you currently reside in. Something far more suitable to one of my allies. All if you join me, of course.
And all I ask, is to bring me Malfoy. Simple. I don't even require you to fight for me."

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apparentlynott
2011-06-28 10:43 pm UTC (link)

As Rodolphus indulged (Theo knew having a drink would just turn his banging headache into that migraine he was trying so hard to avoid), Theo watched the way that the man's Patronus moved, shifting lazily around them like it was real and they were just figments of it's imagination; it was strangely relaxing.

Theo almost found himself yawning as the snake's movements lulled him towards the siren call of sleep that had done nothing but conversely keep him awake the past few weeks (he wasn't thinking about Europe at all) but he was once again roused by his captor.

He blinked, looking up and away from the snake and trying to focus on Rodolphus as he spoke. Manners weren't expensive to use after all. He was a very good boy and he paid attention like this was one of Professor Snape's potions classes, or some life-hardened wizard sitting on a wicker chair during another insomniac night in India dispensing secrets about spells that would probably die with him, a secret life that Theo had never known.

He looked over at the Dementors when they were mentioned and briefly wondered if they'd be angry enough at his slim pickings to take it out on Rodolphus himself - and how had the man managed a Patronus anyway? - but that train of thought derailed prettily for the next one.

He shrugged once the offer had been laid out. "Sorry Rodolphus, but that sounds like too much work for no payoff. I'm not interested in power. I don't care enough to order people around and I'm not that attached to material objects that my little room bothers me; it's got a bed, that's good enough. Besides, I would have thought that with all your intel about me at school you would have known that I was never one for joining gangs. I'm really sorry, it just doesn't float my boat." he answered with, by this point, unsurprising sincerity. And yeah he was probably going to die now, but he felt that twenty two years was a pretty good run for someone of his background and failings.

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