Who: Rodolphus Lestrange and Aurora Sinistra What: Rodolphus is searching out old allies Where: Aurora's flat, Knockturn Alley When: August 25th evening Rating: 18 Incomplete || Grab me!
When was the last time you really looked at your surroundings? No one ever really looks at things.
Sure, you may glance at something, take in it's shape, name or size. But how often do you really look?
People have the uncanny ability to look at everything and see nothing, and Rodolphus had long since learnt to exploit it. How else could he still be free, and still be moving through crowds and indulging in freedom, if people truly looked and saw?
His dark chocolate eyes scanned the objects in Aurora's bedroom, taking in locations and weights and all those useful little tidbits one needed to survive when the whole country were willing to capture of kill you. He traced his fingers along her bedside table gently, elegantly, walking with footsteps that barely made a sound. He rarely ever made a sound. At least, a sound someone could hear.
The room was certainly to his liking, dark and sexual. Candles and material. He could've quiet happily stayed there. His eyes snapped to the bedroom door as she approached, and he held his wand loosely in his hand by his side. Unannounced visits could startle some, especially when they were from a murderer. "Hello Aurora," He said calmly as the door swung open, "It's been a while."