A Social Call
((OOC: December 20th, Following this thread: http://community.livejournal.com/_levicorpus_/305485.html ... Open only to Lucius, Pansy, and her NPC parents for now.))
Lucius appeared in a deserted ally near the Parkinson residence, Mrs. Parkinson in tow resting inside her cage. He pulled up the hood of the cloak he was wearing to hide his hair and face, and peered out of the ally to ensure there was no one he recognized in the street. He walked into the street with a purpose, as if he was supposed to be there, despite his wearing a cloak and carrying a rat in a cage. The few people walking along took one glance at him, then looked away. In less than the time it got them to arrive where they were going, they would have forgotten Lucius. As he got closer to his own destination, he slowed down, looking for the tell tale signs of the watcher he knew would be there. On the roof of one of the nearby houses, Lucius saw the figure watching the Parkinson residence, and smiled, recognizing the man. Under his cloak, he pulled his wand, and silently took careful aim, then released the imperious curse. The man on the roof immediately disappeared with a barely audible pop, and reappeared in an out of sight ally. Lucius walked up to him like an old friend.
"Good evening, Dawlish. Are there any other watchers?" Lucius said, his sneer evident in his voice."
"No, sir, and I'm not scheduled to be relieved for another two hours,"
"Good. Keep watch, and let me know if anyone else comes along, friend or foe."
"Right sir." Dawlish said, and apparated back to the roof.
Lucius then walked right up to the Parkinson's door, and knocked firmly, but politely, pulling his hood back to reveal his face and his hair.
Lucius appeared in a deserted ally near the Parkinson residence, Mrs. Parkinson in tow resting inside her cage. He pulled up the hood of the cloak he was wearing to hide his hair and face, and peered out of the ally to ensure there was no one he recognized in the street. He walked into the street with a purpose, as if he was supposed to be there, despite his wearing a cloak and carrying a rat in a cage. The few people walking along took one glance at him, then looked away. In less than the time it got them to arrive where they were going, they would have forgotten Lucius. As he got closer to his own destination, he slowed down, looking for the tell tale signs of the watcher he knew would be there. On the roof of one of the nearby houses, Lucius saw the figure watching the Parkinson residence, and smiled, recognizing the man. Under his cloak, he pulled his wand, and silently took careful aim, then released the imperious curse. The man on the roof immediately disappeared with a barely audible pop, and reappeared in an out of sight ally. Lucius walked up to him like an old friend.
"Good evening, Dawlish. Are there any other watchers?" Lucius said, his sneer evident in his voice."
"No, sir, and I'm not scheduled to be relieved for another two hours,"
"Good. Keep watch, and let me know if anyone else comes along, friend or foe."
"Right sir." Dawlish said, and apparated back to the roof.
Lucius then walked right up to the Parkinson's door, and knocked firmly, but politely, pulling his hood back to reveal his face and his hair.