Martin Angelov is still Walden Macnair sometimes (anglicised) wrote in the_8th_floor, @ 2012-02-24 03:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | alecto carrow, evan rosier, walden macnair |
Who: Walden Macnair, Evan Rosier, Alecto Carrow and Justin Finch-Fletchley
What: Murder, torture and other fun stuff. Look, do I judge your hobbies?
When: Friday, 7:00 a.m.
Where: the Finch-Fletchley home just outside Kettering
Warnings: Violence, bloodshed, etc.
Status: Incomplete
Nearly three months had passed since Justin Finch-Fletchley had broken into Walden Macnair's home and since then, Macnair had kept a close watch on the boy. It was easy at the Ministry, where they worked so close together, but evenings and weekends were a challenge that consumed most of his time. The boy seemed paranoid and, after three months, Macnair was starting to see why. For the most part, Finch-Fletchley's life was boring. There were some suspicious meetings with a muggle woman but he couldn't find any purpose behind them even though the boy acted like he was doing something illegal. It wasn't until the week before, when he followed Finch-Fletchley to St. Mungo's and watched him attack Harry Potter for no clear reason, that Macnair decided his spying wasn't doing him any good. He needed to take action, and he needed to make it hurt.
The sun had just started to rise over the home where that Finch-Fletchley boy's parents lived, the home Macnair had been watching carefully for nearly an hour with his fellow Death Eaters while lurking quietly behind the trees that overran the property. It wasn't the best place to hide but they weren't hiding, they were waiting. It had been far too long - over a month, at least - since Macnair had stabbed anyone to death. It was starting to make him a little cranky. Staring at the disgusting opulence of the home, far too reminiscent of Malfoy Manor, wasn't helping his mood at all. The worst of the family's excesses was, in Macnair's opinion, their human house-elves. Muggles, all of them, and they probably didn't deserve any better but the parents were muggles too and Macnair couldn't understand why anyone would work as someone else's servant if they had a choice about it. It didn't make any sense unless the boy had put them under the Imperius Curse as a gift, and that made Macnair even more certain that he was up to no good.
The parents settled down for breakfast right around the time the Death Eaters' position started to become visible from the house. Satisfied that nobody else would be show up to surprise them and well aware that being spotted too early might ruin their fun, Macnair pulled his wand out and declared that it was time to pay the family a visit. "Try not to make to much of a mess in the kitchen," he said as he began walking towards the house. "Somebody might as well finish that food and I plan to be hungry after I'm done."