Adrian Pucey is more awesome than you. (hexesandcurses) wrote in underquarantine, @ 2011-02-07 16:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | adrian pucey, rabastan lestrange |
Who: Adrian Pucey and Rabastan Lestrange.
What: Rabastan wants to talk.
When: Sunday night.
Where: The Three Broomsticks.
Rating / Status: TBD / In Progress
The owl had been vague to say the least, and that made Adrian nervous. Rabastan had said he wanted to talk in private and in Adrian's mind could mean anything, even confessing the murder of the Minister. Or Rabastan might simply want to spew more lies about the deaths. Did he really believe it might be the virus, or was it just a haphazard try to cover for someone? Or could Rabastan be right? Was the virus really to blame, and if so, how could they stop it from killing the rest of the population? One of his best mates was already dead, and he was ready to do everything he could to save the rest of them.
All this speculation was giving Adrian a massive headache, and the fact that he hadn't slept since London wasn't helping. He couldn't sleep, not now. Not when as soon as he closed his eyes he could see the Veil and his mother and father behind it, calling for him. No, he wouldn't sleep until he knew he'd done all he could. Only then could he rest peacefully, without feeling like he was avoiding his new responsibilities.
He slammed the door of the pub open, not much unlike just some hours ago when they'd all returned from London. The familiarity of it got chills running down his spine, and he shivered just the tiniest bit. "Rab, you here?" he called out, unable to see his cousin in the dark room.