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caddishly (caddishly) wrote in strugglewithin,
@ 2008-10-26 15:38:00

Entry tags:

*complete, bellatrix lestrange, july 1997, padrig cadwallader

RP: Meetings
Characters: Padrig Cadwallader, Bellatrix Lestrange
Date: 26 July 1997
Place: An Abandoned Farm Outside of Hogsmeade
Summary: Padrig is working on expanding his options. Bella is looking for a lackey.
Status: Private/Complete

He'd been turning the offer over and over in his mind for days. One evening while he'd been working on a last minute news story, he'd had to go out and interview one of the paper's sources to do some fact checking. Not one of his usual duties, but there it was. The man hadn't been there, in fact, he'd been dead. And there had been a woman there. Who was very interested in what he was doing there.

She'd been far more terrifying than even Marietta's mother, and that was saying something. And he knew who she was, of course, because hadn't her wanted poster been in the paper for long enough. He still wasn't certain what he'd said to make her spare him, but he had agreed to bring her information on the Ministry from the paper's sources. And he was supposed to meet her today.

And he'd shown up. He walked through the empty rooms of the abandoned farmhouse, thinking about Marietta telling him not to do something stupid and die. This was perhaps quite stupid, or incredibly intelligent depending on how things were going to go down.

In any case, he was doing something, not just sitting back. Something that could benefit the both of them. His long, thin fingers brushed the dust on the mantel and he looked up as he heard the door open, his eyes careful, wary. He wasn't the most skilled wizard in the world, but he was not, by any means, a stupid man.

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sw_bellatrix
2008-10-26 03:07 pm UTC (link)

Bellatrix swept into the room, ignoring the scrawny little man with supreme indifference as she cast a spell that banished the dust and then another that transfigured a broken cane chair into something elegant and suitable for her person. She sank into the chair, her skirts settling around her in graceful folds. Only then did she turn her pale eyes on the weedy creature that she had spared on a whim.

"So, Mr. Cadwallader" she said primly, "you have shown the good sense to do as you were told. That is just as well. If I had been forced to come looking for you, neither you nor you family would have like the consequences. You may now attempt to convince me to continue to spare you."

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caddishly
2008-10-26 04:11 pm UTC (link)

Padrig stood before her, part of him telling him to just run and the other part whispering to him to sink to his knees and beg like a common toad. He did neither, instead, he folded his hands in front of him and rubbed them together ever so slightly, his voice steady despite his nervousness. Marietta on a bad day was nothing compared to this woman. He wondered, if he became what they were, powerful, secure in the purity of the blood from his father's side, if he would earn Marietta's respect finally, if he would finally see something beside conflicted feelings in her eyes.

"I brought you the information you desired," he said, taking the scroll from deep on his pocket with a reflexive tightening of his fingers. "The Prophet has several sources the Ministry does not." Mostly true. He'd been working late matching the birth records they had wanted to other announcments. There were several people in the Ministry who he was surprised to find were very common in their origins. Much more common, even, than he.

"I would be happy to bring you anything else I can find." He blinked quietly, thinking that if she killed him, at least she hopefully wouldn't kill Marietta.

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sw_bellatrix
2008-10-26 04:24 pm UTC (link)

She held her hand out imperiously for the scroll. Unrolling it with a faint sneer for the way his too-tight grip had forced wrinkles into the parchment, she quickly scanned through the neat lines. This was exactly the type of information her Lord needed. He would be most pleased.

Her eyes flicked back up to the boy. She remembered when Pettigrew had come to them, looking much the same. Jittery, fearful, and fueled with envy and a hidden hatred of and hunger for so many things. Perhaps this one's usefulness would out weigh the dubious quality of his personality much like the damnable rodent. "I am sure you would be."

A wave of her wand conjoured a second chair. "Sit. Tell me. Are you good for more than ferreting out ancient bits of newsprint?"

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caddishly
2008-10-26 05:07 pm UTC (link)

He hesitated a moment before taking the chair, wondering if it was a trap.

His stomach turned cold for a moment as he wondered what she was asking. "I am good for whatever you may need. I can be most dedicated and loyal." To himself, normally, or Mari, but it was true. His eyes slowly rose to look at her for the first time.

She had been known, he'd read, in the archives of the paper, as being more skilled at the Cruciatus curse than any. The pain curse.

"I understand that sometimes the best tools are not brute force."

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sw_bellatrix
2008-10-26 05:28 pm UTC (link)

"That's true," she pouted, "but brute force can be so much fun." She cocked her head him and smiled brightly. "But there are lots of spells and curses that can be just as effective. Subtle little things like freezing the blood in someone's fingers. Or turning their bile to purest acid. It is the little things that bring the greatest joys. They let you stretch things out in a way the even Cruciatus doesn't let you."

But no. They were moving off topic. "Would you be my tool, young man? Would you be willing to serve me and through me my Dark Lord? Do you want to better our world? To further my Lord's Glorious Cause? To bring Purity and Power back to life?"

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caddishly
2008-10-26 05:46 pm UTC (link)

It should have chilled him to hear her say such things, but rather, he felt a strange, almost wicked delight as she said them, thinking of the pain someone would feel, of how they would be punished.

"And of course there is always emotional torture," he pointed out smoothly. "Making someone squirm with words and turn in on themselves as it eats them away. Making them see someone they love suffer."

His fingers smoothed over his trousers. The Dark Lord. Voldemort. She was offering to let him serve them.

"Purity and Power," he repeated in his deep voice. He pictured Marietta's face. Perhaps she would think he was foolish at first, but this was what she needed, a man, not a boy. Someone her mother would want her to be with. Not his father's son. "For those things, I will serve you however you wish."

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sw_bellatrix
2008-10-26 06:02 pm UTC (link)

Bellatrix laughed gaily. "Wonderful! Oh, my little cavalier, we shall such fun together. I can see that now." She stood stretching up on her toes, her fingers reaching for the distant ceiling. "Such glorious fun."

She spun lightly to face him once more. "Continue your search for the Mudbloods that hide their filth among us and I shall be in contact when I find another task worthy of your enthusiasm." She banished the chairs she had conjoured, not caring if the boy caught himself or not and flounced toward the door. "Ta, Padrig."

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caddishly
2008-10-26 06:09 pm UTC (link)

Padrig managed to catch himself barely as the chair disappeared, keeping on his feet, and watching her go, his eyes dark and a little dangerous.

Yes. He would most definitely rout out any Mudbloods. Like his fucking father. And Marietta. He would finally be someone she would be proud to be with, instead of just blindly in love with. He knew she would never be with Halfblood Padrig Cadwallader. Not forever. But perhaps now. Now he might be someone to be reckoned with.

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