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west once wrote (aboutabbott) wrote in veritaserum_rp,
@ 2008-06-21 23:55:00

Entry tags:

adrian pucey, hannah abbott, rodolphus lestrange

Who: Hannah Abbott, Adrian Pucey, and Rodolphus Lestrange
Where: Hannah’s flat.
What: Stuff like Hannah getting kidnaped.

Hannah rubbed her eyes tiredly with one hand while she searched through her purse to find the key to her flat with the other. The keys were a new thing. Normally, she would just use a locking charm that was personalized to her flat. However, since her magic had all but disappeared, she had been forced to turn to the inconvenient use of jingling mental in her pocket that of which she seemed to lose at least once a day. She missed being able to use magic, but the Healers couldn’t seem to find the source of the problem, even after she had been forced to endure an afternoon of testing. She was trying not to worry about it. Too much anyway.

Finally, after what seemed to have been an eternity of searching, Hannah’s fingers latched onto the key deep within her purse. Letting out a sigh of relief, she pushed the key into the lock, and after much fiddling and a frustrated stomp of her foot, the blonde was able to push the door open. Looking forward to a nice cup of tea after what had been a long day, Hannah turned on the lights, threw her purse and jacket onto the back of her sofa, and moved towards the kitchen. It was just after she turned on the second light that the former Hufflepuff felt, or rather thought she had heard something. Stopping dead in her tracks, Hannah turned and looked around with wide eyes.

“Hello?” she called out hesitantly, her hand automatically reaching for her wand. Not seeing anything at first, Hannah shrugged, simply blaming it on her imagination.

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renegade_pucey
2008-06-21 11:11 pm UTC (link)

Getting into Abbott's apartment had been alarmingly simple. There were no wards on her door and after four or five checks, no wards about the apartment either. It hadn't really occurred to Adrian that even though the young witch was currently magic-less, she wouldn't have found someone else to put up the necessary protection. Then again, maybe not everyone was as paranoid as he was.

He glanced about the apartment and then helped himself to a pastry and a drink. The pastries would probably go stale while she was gone, so it really was better someone ate them. Hell, maybe he'd take the whole thing with them when he port-keyed out. Licking his fingers, he took a seat on a chair in her sitting room and thoughtlessly wiped his hands on the upholstery.

With Hannah's muggle-like entry, Adrian had more than enough time to settle back comfortably, right his mask, and wait to see if she'd notice him.

"Wasn't sure you were going to show. I don't think my master would have been very pleased if you hadn't."

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aboutabbott
2008-06-21 11:31 pm UTC (link)

Hannah gave a startled noise that must have sounded a bit like a yelp. She really hadn’t expected anyone to respond. “M-m-master,” she stuttered, while her eyes darted around quickly as though expecting another person to jump out at her. Her heart pounding, the blonde began to back up slightly, while trying to figure out how he might have been able to get in. She did note however, from the snack he seemed to have set up, that he had been there quite awhile.

“Who are you?” she questioned, her voice a bit steadier this time, although not by much. The mask did nothing to help her nerves, reminding her too much of Voldemort’s Death Eaters and the incident at the World Cup. Deciding that his answer didn’t much matter, she attempted to apparate, figuring that it was best to simply ask questions later. However, that didn’t quite work, and instead of finding herself in a safe place, she was on her knees two feet away and still in her kitchen. “What do you want?” she asked hoping to distract him as she climbed shakily to her feet.

	strangeroddy 2008-06-22 08:15 pm UTC (link)
	"Yes." Rodolphus drawled in a similar fashion to that of Lucius Malfoy and his son, "I can tell." His eyes flicked over the tear in Adrian's mask, "Did the little magicless kitten have claws? Or did you let her get a shot in to make her feel better about herself?" His tone was a mix of displeasure, mockery and amusement all in one. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)