Re: The Creeveys and Rabastan Lestrange
Leaping forward out of sheer reflex, Dennis found himself much, much too close to his attacker than he cared to be. Close enough Dennis could look him straight in the eyes.
Eyes. That was it. Dennis had an idea, but it was going to take impeccable aim and timing. And a cover.
Dennis fell to his knees before Lestrange. He needed to appear as a supplicant, a captive. He needed Lestrange to believe he was too afraid to do anything.
"W-what would you have me say?" he stammered. Strange. Before he stumbled upon this idea of his, he was genuinely terrified to be on his own. But now? His voice was steady, his knees did not shake, and he felt in full control of his faculties.
He looked up at the Death Eater, standing tall above him, and plastered his best look of fear across his face.