Lord Voldemort (te_voldemort) wrote in third_event, @ 2008-09-04 11:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | * september 2001, - complete, lord voldemort |
RP: Contemplating My Situation
Date: 3 September 2001
Characters: Lord Voldemort
Location: The Ministry cells
Private/Public: Private
Rating: -
Warnings: -
Summary: Voldemort contemplates his situation and plots and plans.
Completion: Complete
Voldemort sat in the bed of his cell and stared calmly at the opposite wall. His thoughts were a thousand miles away from where he was though his face was placid and blank. He had been silent since he woke up in here, refusing to answer any questions, in fact, refusing to even acknowledge the presence of others. It wasn’t a tactic he could use for long but for now it would buy him some time to sort things out.
For now he was contemplating the facts that he knew.
Firstly, he appeared to be in a time greatly forward of what he remembered. He’d gathered this from the few names he’d heard and the few people he’d seen. That was intriguing, especially given that from the comments he’d heard, he was supposed to be dead. Now he knew that was impossible; he’d taken steps to ensure that. And yet that seemed to be the point that most people were so worked up about. If they were right, it was an unnerving thought. How had anyone found out about what he’d done?
He did find it curious that he hadn’t had a visit from Albus Dumbledore. The meddler had always been one to stick his nose in where it wasn’t wanted so he’d been expecting him within hours of waking up in this cell. But there had been no sign of him. He was almost curious enough to ask the question.
But irrespective of that, he very much wanted to know what had happened and how he’d ended up here in this time. It was clear that nobody in the Ministry had any idea or he wouldn’t be getting so many curious and fearful onlookers. In fact he very much suspected that the answer lay outside the Ministry which would entail getting out of here somehow. He didn’t have his wand, which was irksome, but he was skilled at wandless magic. All he needed was the time and opportunity.
He shifted backwards and crossed his legs, still staring at the opposite wall. He needed to think and plan and most importantly, be ready. He would escape and he would find his Death Eaters and he would continue with his plans.