|wizards_forge (wizards_forge) wrote in wished,|
@ 2009-12-29 22:28:00
|Entry tags:||!1997: 12, !incomplete, rodolphus lestrange, weiland mulciber|
WHO: Weiland Mulciber, Rodolphus Lestrange
WHEN: late Tuesday evening
WHAT: a business meeting
For Mulciber, coming to Shalott to meet with Rodolphus was like coming in from the cold after a long trip abroad. He had spent far too many nights of late in the bowels of Muggle London, playing cheap tricks on Muggles who fancied themselves as hard men. They were whispering about him across the East End and in the back alleys south of the Thames--the man who swooped in for a few dice rolls or hands of cards and walked out with all the cash. It was time to lie low and retreat to his true home, and take up his true duty as a servant of the Dark Lord.
He scanned the faces in the crowd, looking for his brother in arms, or at least a door to a back room where he hoped they might have a bit of privacy...