Date: 25th/26th July Location: St Petersburg Character: Lucius Malfoy Rating: G
Taking the two lockets had been so easy, Lucius almost felt that it had been <i>too</i> easy. Guarded by only the most fragile of curses, it had become apparent that the majority of the Dark Items within the shop were worthless. He had clearly been Nazarova's wealthiest, most demanding customer. The lockets themselves were more heavily protected. Thieves less practiced and knowledgeable in the Dark Arts would have been found the next morning, their skin covered in painful blood blisters and pus. There was even a curse to attach itself in the event that the thieves got away. Lucius, however, walked from the shop with the lockets carefully placed inside his cloak, his pale skin flawless.
He hadn't expected to take them from the shop itself - it didn't seem possible that anyone would keep such expensive items anywhere but at their side. His plan had been to <i>check</i> the shop (it was never wise to under-estimate stupidity) and proceed to Nazarova's house.
Saturday morning he returned to the shop, drawing his wand when Nazarova stuttered out the loss of the lockets. Lucius' fury erased any danger of the finger pointed at him. The threats, the pleading, Nazarova's insistence that he could not locate similar items in the near future...all of it culminated in a smirk that crossed Lucius' lips as he returned to the hotel, untraceable and without suspicion against his existence.
In the hotel room he took out the lockets and looked them over. They were both light, and beautiful in a simple way. Silver, with curled engraving that might have been design or a language that Lucius didn't recognise.