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Tweak says, "Gnusto Cleesh"

Ronald B. Weasley (geroffme) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-01-07 22:03:00

Entry tags:

!1998: 01, !incomplete, !plot, argus pyrites, harry potter, hermione granger, npc, rodolphus lestrange, ron weasley

Who: Harry, Hermione, Ron, Xenophilius Lovegood, Fenrir Greyback, Rodolphus Lestrange, Argus Pyrites
What: Trying to get a grip on the Deathly Hallows
Where: The Lovegood house
When: Today
Warnings: TBA

Luna's home, as expected, had given them quite a bit to take in. Her father might have put out an honest article or two, but Ron was pretty sure he was truly insane, and creepy in a way he thankfully hadn't passed on to his daughter; the house itself was filled with all sorts of things he thought he would probably rather not know about, no matter how glad Lovegood seemed to be to talk about them. Hearing an old, familiar children's story warped into something sinister hardly seemed that unusual, here. Ron still wasn't sure what it meant, if it meant anything. It seemed likely that Lovegood - cracked as he undeniably was - had spent too long studying fairy tales and taken to wearing a nonsense symbol the same way he might decide that it made sense to hang a bunch of dirigible plums around someone's head to make them ... well, he still didn't understand that either. But he suspected none of it was worth spending much time thinking about. Magical objects that somehow allowed one to cheat Death were absolutely the sort of thing he'd expect to see in the Quibbler, and nowhere else.

Lovegood had left them to go fetch something to eat - hard to get excited about, considering the man's taste in everything else, but at least it left him alone for a while with Harry and Hermione. Ron was pacing slowly around the spiral staircase that ran through the house, being very careful not to touch anything, vague thoughts of an unbeatable wand drifting through his mind - when he glanced up the stairs to the next floor, and saw Harry's face staring back down at him. He blinked, and climbed a bit further up. His jaw nearly dropped as the ceiling of the room above came into view: someone had done it up in a mural, a very well-done mural, of Harry's face - and his, Hermione's, Ginny's, and Neville's. They were all connected by a flowing golden chain made up of one word: friends. It took him a moment to find his voice. He cleared his throat and looked away, oddly embarrassed. "My nose is not that big," he muttered, even as he decided that he rather missed Luna.

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rodlestranged
2010-01-09 04:13 am UTC (link)

It was not in Rodolphus' nature to wait, or to take orders from someone like Pyrites, even if he did have a nice little pub and seemed loyal and ready enough to do His work. At the question, Rodolphus pushed past Argus on the stairwell - he did not wear his mask, he had no reason to.

The sight of Potter, though, stopped him for a moment. He could kill him from here, and there would be nothing to stand in His Lord's way. But He had demanded that Potter be brought alive. Rodolphus took out his wand, ready to rush the lot of them.

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ulfr
2010-01-10 11:10 am UTC (link)

Fenrir shifted uncomfortably as he stood next to Rodolphus. It was a preposterous thing, having to wait for a signal. He could smell the occupants of the house. Their scent carried on the slight breeze that travelled through the dark. Children. He hardly needed anybody to tell him when there were people in the house to know they were there. Others, however, did. So he kept quiet, letting Argus keep his position of power over the man inside. It likely made him feel important.

Making no noise as he moved through the house, however, was another matter entirely for someone as brutish as Fenrir. He managed, only the slightest squeak of a floorboard once, maybe twice. It was only after he saw Rodolphus draw his wand that the thought even occurred to him. It wasn't all that often to encounter a situation in which he actually needed it.

He took another breath, breathing in the scents of the house. All his senses, easily, focused on the trio lurking just beyond the door.

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geroffme
2010-01-11 03:25 am UTC (link)

Ron's stomach sank. "What do you mean, it's -" His eyes flicked over to the door, their only means of escape, and he straightened as he sucked in a breath and snapped his wand to the side to aim at the doorway. On the stairs, just past the threshold, were at least three men, whose purpose he could guess. Their way out was blocked, the window was too high to jump - he wasn't going to stand around and wait to see what they had planned, not when Lovegood wasn't going to tell them anything useful anyway. He aimed at the closest one and shouted "Stupefy!" - knowing it was too late unless Harry and Hermione were already on the other two, or one of them had a much better plan.

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sonofastag
2010-01-12 10:01 am UTC (link)

Harry wanted to be angry at Lovegood, but it was hard to be angry at a bloke who'd just lost his daughter. And Harry had other things to worry about since he caught sight of the Death Eaters. He recognized them well enough - Lestrange and Fenrir, at least.

He sent off a stunning spell too, backing a step away, looking or cover to keep between them to buy a moment's time. "Just go!" he barked. He didn't know how many were there. He doubted they'd only send two if they thought they had a chance at the three of them. Which meant a hasty apparation was their only shot, probably. But he wasn't going anywhere until Ron and Hermione did as well.

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cerebralwitch
2010-01-12 11:54 pm UTC (link)

"Petrificus Totalus!" Hermione cast from Harry's other side, aimed for the Death Eaters - she recognized Lestrange, who wouldn't, and had a terrifying thought as to who the dark haired, feral looking man she saw behind him was.

She couldn't waste time, though, trading hexes when they were likely here to kill them on sight as much as they were to capture them. Not seeing how her charm landed, she began to look for another way for them to escape. Apparation would be fine, if they could all go together, but unless she did something else she knew that they could follow just as quickly.

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silkensailed
2010-01-13 04:31 am UTC (link)

As soon as the hexes began flying, Argus' mind snapped into action. He knew Rodolphus and Greyback would take care of their own skins. Now was the time to take care of himself. No longer bored and languid, he threw his arm forward as a body-bind curse whizzed past his ear, only just missing him. Still it had been enough to interrupt him mid-hex.

He spun out of the way, his second attempt at the exploding curse more successful this time. "Expulso!"

The curse hit a heavy-looking oak table in the middle of the floor, causing it to shatter with a shriek of rending wood. Argus could feel the force of it even from where he was standing across the room. He didn't have any explicit intentions of killing anyone, at least not Potter. Besides, he knew his two companions were much more amenable to that sort of work. Why deprive them?

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rodlestranged
2010-01-13 04:54 am UTC (link)

Rodolphus was glad that they were choosing to fight, and not to flee. A fight meant he'd be justified in killing the brats that were with Potter, and perhaps that idiot Lovegood in the crossfire. His Lord only needed the boy, after all. The rest were only fodder, extra space, and watching them die would likely make Potter so sick with grief that the capture would be easier than it had proven to be in the past.

He cast the Crucio aimed for the Weasley brat at the same moment Arugs sent the table flying. Later, he would claim that the spell missed and sent Lovegood to his knees screaming in pain because of the table's force and debris.

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