Who: Morag MacDougal and Rabastan Lestrange What: Morag is bringing supplies When: Monday evening Where: Rabastan's secret lair Rating: PG13 at least Status: Incomplete
In my eyes, indisposed, In disguise, as no one knows Hides the face Lies the snake The sun In my disgrace
Morag was glad that she finished work early today. She had needed to not only make a trip to the apothecary to pick up a few more bits and pieces for Rabastan, but she also had to run by the greengrocers as well. If she wasn't his ... well girlfriend sounded too trite, and mistress would imply he was married. Lover wasn't the right word either. Partner fit better than anything else. If she wasn't his partner, she'd likely feel like an errand girl, but she really didn't mind. This was, after all, mission critical information. Rabastan and Rodolphus were the centerpiece of the Renegades, and Mora's part was logistics. Plus it gave her an excuse to spend the evening with him.
Her arms were loaded down with sacks when she apparated to the country house that Rabastan called home, for now. She had to admit, she couldn't wait for the day when she would be able to see him in public. She knew it would come, sooner or later. After all, wizarding society was ripe for the picking, and this would be their victory. They would not make the same mistakes. The feeling of apparating always took her breath away, and it took her a second to get her bearings. She hoisted the bags up on her shoulder and trudged across the overgrown garden to the front door.
She didn't even bother to knock. They were past knocking. She set the bags on the surprisingly clean table, given the outside, and called out for him. "Rabbit? I'm here. I've got food and those supplies you wanted." She glanced around, glad that she sent over the house elf while her grandmother was out doing old lady things. The place almost looked habitable.