Rabastan agrees with James about Chasers (rabbit_rabbit) wrote in throwingstones, @ 2010-02-23 20:44:00 |
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Luckily for Rabastan, he was familiar with Catchy Creations as it just happened to be in his neighborhood. While he didn't exactly frequent the shop owned by the altogether too cheery Greta Prewett, he had been there enough times to know the area which came in handy when one was forced to lurk outside in the shadows looking for a poison victim to kidnap and monitor. At that particular moment he was in an alley behind the shop, hidden from view of the street where he could catch glimpses of people walking toward and away from the shop. All he had to do was snatch someone as they strolled away oblivious to the presence of a Death Eater and happily stuffed with fairy cakes or some other dessert, but it was difficult deciding just who to snatch, and it was getting to be a little late. What if they had gone through the afternoon stock already and mixed up new batches of batter? He didn't want to think about just what Jack would do if he grabbed someone who hadn't been poisoned. Sighing, Rabastan took a few steps away from the wall against which he had been leaning and started to walk slowly toward the street, having decided that he should probably get this task over with before it really was too late. He couldn't fail, and he wanted the points that came along with success, so he would just have to hope that he was lucky enough to grab the right person. Just as he was about to Imperius someone to wander down the alley, a noise behind him caught his attention, and he flattened himself against the wall, ready to apparate away if needed. Greta was sorta tired. It had been a long and busy day and she was ready to go home, but she couldn't. Mr Longbottom was due in the next fifteen minutes or so and she had to get ready for her cooking lesson. But both Dorcas and Beth had gone home early not feeling well, and so she had to close up the shop all on her own. But that was okay, better they get home then get everyone in the shop sick. And Mr Longbottom wouldn't mind if she was running a bit late. He was understanding like that. She wiped down the counters and then gathered the bags of trash to take them out so everything could be ready for when Mr Longbottom came. The bags felt especially heavy today, but she figured it was just because they were tired. With a sigh, she pushed through the door and dragged the bags out, regretting having left her wand in the kitchen. The noise was the owner of the bakery herself dragging the trash out the back door. Quickly glancing down at his watch, Rabastan realised that he had perhaps waited too long and that the shop was closing up for the night which definitely ruined his chances of acquiring a poison victim for monitoring. Scowling, he moved closer to the back door so that he could observe her for a moment. Bakers had to try their recipes, right? If he snagged her, she would have to be poisoned, or so he hoped. She didn’t exactly look like she spent her days sampling enormous amounts of baked goods, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have a bite of something here and there. In any case, it was probably his last chance to snare a possible victim of the poison so he placed himself between Greta and the bakery’s back door so that she couldn’t run inside and lock him out. Pointing his wand at her, he smirked and stepped up just behind her so that he would be too close for her to do very much. This was actually turning out to be much easier than grabbing someone off of the street. Tossing the bags into the trash was much more difficult than ever before. Her muscles hurt and she was just so very tired. Goodness, she felt warm after all of that. But thankfully, she managed to get the bags into the trash. After the feat was complete, Greta closed her eyes and leaned against the trash. Oh she hoped she wasn't getting sick too. The shop couldn't take three girls out. Why was it when one person got the flu, everyone followed? When she opened her eyes to head back to the shop, she quite practically jumped when they landed on a man, Rabastan Lestrange from her year at Hogwarts, with his wand pointed at her. "Oh goodness! Hello Rabastan. Is there...um...something I can help you with?" Most women who turned around to find a rather large man standing behind them dressed all in black and holding them at wand point would be afraid. Rabastan was forced to remind himself that Greta Catchlove was not most women. She was always ridiculously happy, and she was probably one of those people that thought everyone was good and wonderful, and if she did, she was sadly mistaken. While Rabastan did a very good job of acting charming and sweet, there were times when he was anything but, and that evening was definitely one of them. Still, he didn’t feel the need to be too rough with her. She was probably going to miserable enough later as it was. "I am afraid you are going to have to come with me, Mrs. Prewett." The decision to take her hadn’t been a bad one, it seemed. She was looking rather pale and appeared to be sweating a bit, sure signs that she had fallen victim to the poison. Excellent. If only all kidnappings could be so easy. Since she had made no move to run or attack him, Rabastan simply grabbed hold of her arm and apparated them just outside of the house where they had kept the Wizengamot members. Not giving her a moment to recover, he started to drag her in the direction of the house, unafraid to resort to stunning her if she made any attempt to escape. Greta blinked tiredly and confusedly at Rabastan. Go with him? What did that even mean? She needed to go back to the kitchen for her cooking lesson with Mr Longbottom. "I'm sorry, I don't really under--" But her words were caught off as he grabbed her arm. And then she felt that strange pull in her stomach and suddenly, they were somewhere she'd never seen before and oh--she felt oh so very sick. Her knees buckled a bit as he dragged her towards a house. "What's happening?" She asked blearily. "Where are you--" But her words were caught off again as that horrible stomach feeling gave way to vomit. All over Rabastan's shoes and the cuffs of his trousers. "Oh I'm so sorry!" When Greta’s knees buckled, Rabastan sort of just let her go, not terribly concerned if she fell and got banged up a bit so long as she was poisoned and he got the proper reward for dragging her there. She definitely had been poisoned too, which became all too clear when she doubled over and vomited on his shoes. Flinching back and giving the mess a disgusted look, he quickly vanished the sick and grabbed her arm hard to wrench her back into a proper standing position. Convinced the shoes and the trousers both were utterly ruined and that he would have to burn them, he glared at her. Rabastan quickly went from annoyed to surprised and raised an eyebrow when she apologized for getting sick. Who apologised to the person who had just kidnapped them for spewing sick onto their shoes? No one, well, no one normal, and Greta was far from normal as he well knew. Perhaps he should have stunned her, and then they could have avoided the whole disgusting situation. "You are going to be staying here for a few days. Think of it like a holiday from work." 'A holiday in a dark, dank, and somewhat dirty cell,' he added mentally. "Now come along." Ugh she felt so ill. It felt like she was going to vomit again and then Rabastan yanked her up harshly. Why was he doing this? Why was he being so mean to her? And why couldn't he understand that she was sick and she just needed to go home? She was so tired and so weak, the idea of doing anything seemed like so much effort, and yet, something in her responded enough to pull away. "No." She pulled from his embrace, although terribly weakly and blearily. "I'm sorry. I just want to go home. I'm going home." She went to reach for her wand and remembered that it was still at the shop on the counter next to her ingredients for her lesson with Mr Longbottom. Oh she couldn't think straight. She was so hot and somewhat dizzy. "Please," she begged somewhat softly, "just take me home." Apparently Greta was going to attempt to fight him a little, but he couldn’t really consider her telling him no and pulling away to be much of a fight compared to what he thought someone like Emmeline might do to him if he abducted her while she was still conscious. Frowning, he watched as she went to reach for something and panicked a little when he realised that he hadn’t taken her wand from her. He did not want to be known as the Death Eater that Greta Catchlove had managed to escape. That would be nothing less than embarrassing and pathetic. She did not draw her wand, however and simply continued on with her whinging about going home, and Rabastan rolled his eyes. Clearly he was going to have to stun her in order to stop the whining, and so he did, pointing his wand at her and casting a silent Stupefy. He caught her with ease as she dropped and tossed her over his shoulder to carry her inside where he hoped there would be no other prisoners. He liked being the only one to succeed, and he really wanted to be the only one to earn the points Bellatrix had promised them. |