ella svetkova is almost a vampire. (chaoteris) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2010-10-16 00:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | ella svetkova, fletcher parkinson |
Who: Ella Svetkova, Fletcher Parkinson
What: Ella has an idea to cause some mischief in the order of things and she plans on passing that idea on to an unsuspecting Fletcher
When: Friday evening
Where: Fletcher's office, DMLE, Ministry of Magic
Warnings: Diabolical Scheming
Life was boring. Terence knew the secret of the potion, they'd both been Marked, the wolf hunts were monotonously continuous. Honestly, it was enough to drive Ella mad with boredom. She was a chaotic creature by nature and the only thing she knew how to do when times started wearing her down was to canonball in the opposite direction until she got different results.
The night before, she'd gotten her opportunity to do just that.
There was a lot to be said for wearing the Dark Lord's Mark. She was able to see the world in a way that those rebelling against the snake-like man could not and, in the same vain, in a way that his loyal followers could not, either. When she'd read Ronald Weasley's journal entry, the idea had come to her so easily that she was surprised she'd not thought of it before. Then again, there had never been a time so beautifully choreographed for her expert manipulation until now.
And so, with mild reluctance to pull herself out of hibernation with Terrence, Ella had set off that evening for a meeting with Fletcher Parkinson. It had been easy to discern to whom she'd have to turn for she knew from meetings that Pius Thicknesse was not performing up to the Dark Lord's liking and that Fletcher was virtually the second in command of that department. As the Minister, in her mind, was incredibly predictable, she'd known he'd once again seek out someone to whom to delegate the task of cracking the journal as he had with Thicknesse so that if the job went undone, he'd have someone else to blame than himself. The tricky part came to whether or not said minion had actually cracked the journal.
She was going to take her chances, though, and hopefully walk away from the Ministry with the key to Pandora's box sitting idly in her miniature hand. A smile on her face, she lifted a hand and knocked on the door frame. "Oi, Fletch!" Four years of working together in the inner circle warranted a first-name basis, in her opinion. "Busy?"