{ 001 } - { video }
[The screen flickers to life without much prelude. All that can be seen are blurs of motion as the communicator is presumably turned around several times in its owner's hands. After a minute or two of this, the image finally comes to rest on the individual's face. A young man, either seventeen or eighteen. Slicked blond hair, narrowed silver eyes. He looks... less than pleased, and his tone of voice confirms as much.]
What is this...? Some sort of bloody Muggle contraption, no doubt.
[Swearing quite loudly, the blond looks away from the communicator to instead gaze at his surroundings. It's clear that he's horrendously confused by what he sees.] ...I didn't think Potter and his friends would hide out somewhere like this. Looks a little too dark for them.
[Turning around completely, he grows increasingly more frustrated and angered when he doesn't see the people he accidentally followed here. When he speaks again, it's in an almost tantrum-like manner.] If Potter wants to run away like the coward he is, then fine! I'm not staying here, and if Bellatrix thinks for a second that I'm going to-
[The rest of his words are lost as he starts fumbling with the communicator, jostling it from hand to hand as he digs through his pockets, searching for something. All that once, the motion stops, as well as his ranting. There's a beat of stunned, horrified silence, and then...]
That bastard still has my wand!
What is this...? Some sort of bloody Muggle contraption, no doubt.
[Swearing quite loudly, the blond looks away from the communicator to instead gaze at his surroundings. It's clear that he's horrendously confused by what he sees.] ...I didn't think Potter and his friends would hide out somewhere like this. Looks a little too dark for them.
[Turning around completely, he grows increasingly more frustrated and angered when he doesn't see the people he accidentally followed here. When he speaks again, it's in an almost tantrum-like manner.] If Potter wants to run away like the coward he is, then fine! I'm not staying here, and if Bellatrix thinks for a second that I'm going to-
[The rest of his words are lost as he starts fumbling with the communicator, jostling it from hand to hand as he digs through his pockets, searching for something. All that once, the motion stops, as well as his ranting. There's a beat of stunned, horrified silence, and then...]
That bastard still has my wand!