Who: Theodore Nott and Open. When: Just after nightfall. Where: Outside the remains of the Daily Prophet Office. What: Just out and around, thinking. Rating: TBD Status: Ongoing.
He had been late leaving Gringotts tonight. He didn't generally like to dally, but with all the uproar in the wizarding world since the destruction of the Prophet, the bank had been surprisingly busy.
Not that the ruin of the Daily Prophet meant anything to him. Far from it. It was just a propaganda tool. New tools could be implemented, like the W.W.N and in his eyes that was far more effective. People could chose to read or not read the Prophet. Tuning out the radio when it was broadcasting within earshot, was a much harder feat.
He had been hanging around Godric's Hollow ever since the news of Potter's return had surfaced. It was required, they had to look. If he didn't show some effort, well, appearances were important. He planned on heading there after he lingered here a while. He wasn't sure what brought him to the remains of the Daily Prophet this night, but he stared on and took the destruction in and ruminated on it.
Things were heating up that much was obvious and clear. It was really all a matter of time before the Dark Lord started issuing orders in retaliation. He wondered what that would mean for him. What would he be called upon to do now?
Theodore lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply. There were no designated smoking areas now, the place was pretty much a giant ash tray.