Who: Hereweald Mulciber, Demelza Robins When: Tuesday morning. Where: Briefly Azkaban, then Mulciber’s home. Rating: Low Summary: Mulciber picks up his slave, Miss Robins.
There was a wealth of information he had read about the girl he was bringing into his home. However, Mulciber thought the true way to judge her – and anyone else for that matter – was meeting in person. The halls of Azkaban had an effect on him, as he walked through them, guided by a guard who had provided a Patronus. The Dementors were of course present elsewhere, but due to his arrival, they had been “urged” to travel the other hallways. He could still notice his disposition was more dour than usual, as he walked up to the cell. Only years ago, he had occupied one of the cells on a higher level, where the chance of escape was even more unlikely.
The guard stopped in front of the cell and nodded that they had reached their destination. Hereweald took a deep breath and returned the gesture before moving forward. The guard quickly unlocked the door a specialized spell and then made way for the member of the Inner Circle. For a moment, Mulciber studied the man incredulously, silently questioning what he was doing. He had no intention of stepping foot inside an Azkaban cell ever again in his life. When the guard finally realised Hereweald wasn't getting his own charge, he stepped inside. “Get your stuff. You’re leaving today with your employer. Quickly!” The man was agitated, from a combination of Mulciber's presence and working at Azkaban, and his wand hand was quivering.
Hereweald meanwhile moved directly in front of the door, peering past the guard. Anyone in Azkaban wanted the same thing - freedom. He wondered how this young woman would react to her freedom. Would she cry tears of joy, stare in shock, or react in some other manner?