excruciate (excruciate) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-06-03 23:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 june, percy weasley, rodolphus lestrange |
Who: Rodolphus Lestrange and Percy Weasley [!Grab-me]
What: Rodolphus needs a Ministry worker
Where: The Ministry of Magic
When: Coming up to midnight
Rating: Low
The Ministry was a constant stream of bustling civil servants, all caught up in their own work, too busy and overworked to bother looking up at the ceiling, where a lone vampire bat hung with its wings drawn around itself. It watched them come and go, talking and dropping their papers and chortling at jokes, and tried to select one it felt most likely to serve its purpose. And it wasn’t until rather late in the evening, when all but the hardest of workers had left the building, that Rodolphus spotted his target. Going out in public was risky for him. The reward for his capture was quite substantial, and his face was plastered on lampposts throughout Diagon Alley. It made him rather proud. They were so scared of him. But Rodolphus didn’t trust this task to any of those he had drawn into his service. Most were just the leftover dregs of Voldemort’s army, desperate for one last shining moment of glorious violence. It was what made them so easy to bend to his will. They had no guiding purpose for themselves. They were practically animals, born to draw the carriage of those smarter, stronger and more powerful. They weren’t suited to the task, so Rodolphus had gone out himself the moment he had read the news to the Ministry of Magic. He hung in the guise of his animagus form. There were not many people still living that knew he had mastered the transformation, so he had no fear of being noticed. And it seemed Percy Weasley hadn’t noticed him either. He appeared far more preoccupied in whatever he was carrying as he crossed the empty hall towards the fireplaces that would take him home. He didn’t see Rodolphus stretch his wide leathery wings, nor did Percy seem to notice as he fell from the window ledge he had been hanging on and glided across the hall. He transformed as he landed, wings drawing back into a long cape, his twisted animal face sharpening to his human features. The only sound was that of his shoes clicking on the shining tiled floor, and the rustle of him lifting his wand to point at the back of Percy’s head. It probably said a lot about Percy, that he didn’t wait very long before jumping back into work. Honestly, without the threat of being trapped in the dome, Percy almost felt lost about what to do with his new found freedom. Returning back to his flat had been nice, he’d missed the cosy space that was so fully his. He couldn’t stay away from work for too long though, he’d been away for months and there was things that needed to be done. When he’d returned to his office, there were piles of things that still needed to be approved. Of course, they’d hired someone to temporarily fill Percy’s shoes, but Percy could tell just by looking at the reports and the things on his desk that the man had been sub-par. He’d stayed late trying to catch up, but there were still many things that needed an urgent review. He’d loaded those reports into a box to take home and review over dinner. He’d heard the noise of someone behind him when it was too late, assuming it was just another worker until the steps seemed to be right behind him. He turned, but it was too late, he came face to face with the other man’s wand. He let out a small, yelp of a noise and dropped his box to reach for his own wand, but could only fumble with it. “Stupefy,” Rodolphus said, almost lazily. He didn’t have time to introduce himself, nor did he want very much to have to duel the boy into submission. When it came to something like this, time was of the essence. Percy Weasley crumpled in an instant. He stepped toward his downed target, bent down to pick up Percy’s wand and tucked it in his pocket. Next he used his wand to draw the scattered papers around the floor back into the box Percy had been carrying. He shrank it and pocketed it without a flicker of emotion. Finally there was the matter of the boy on the ground. “Levicorpus,” He commanded, and like a marionette, Percy rose from the ground and hovered in front of him, his head lolling onto his chest. Rodolphus crossed the floor towards the floo fireplaces that allowed for the morning and evening commute into the Ministry of Magic and stepped into one. You couldn’t apparate in the Ministry, so he chose a fireplace in a house he knew would be empty as a stopping off point before dragging the unconscious Percy to his safe house via apparition. |