Name: Rodolphus Lestrange
Format: Autopsy Report, Memoir
Date: 17 & 18 July 1974
Relevance: Correlation of dated documents offers definite proof of the use of Avada Kedavra.
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Extremly squeamish witches and wizards may wish to take an anti-nausea draught before reading )
hee, I sort-of feel like we should have a CSI: Wizarding London or something... ;-)
*grumbling to himself*
Just disgusting... Disregard for life...
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AAHHH!! Bunnicula!
*nasty smirk*
It was a rather nice gift if I do say so myself.
Gods how he loves to push Moody's buttons! Just poke him if he's a nusiance.
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*scowls*
*growls, dangerously*
They have a place in Azkaban for people like you...
hee, I don't mind him! Moody on the other hand... ;-)
Of course, Moody probably wouldn't poke -- rather, he'd hex or shove... ;-)
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Do they really now? *considers* I think I'll pass. I hear the service there is terrible.
*still smirking evilly*
Besides, you'll have to catch me first, old man.
OOH yes! And Rodolphus gets right up his nose! ;)
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Oh, I dunno... The people there seem to get used to it after awhile...
*smirks in return, also somewhat evilly*
Oh, I'm workin' on it...
*growls, quietly*
Just you wait.
Exactly!
And sorry for the delay on replying again... Work has become increasingly busy... *sighs* I just want to coast into vacation, not rush to the finish!
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Do they now? Next you'll be telling me about the All-Azkaban Quidditch team.
With baited breath Moody.
*lights a cigarette, his eyes never leaving Moody's face*
I'm going to make you work for me, old man. And you're going to curse every minute you spend tracking me down.
*winks and nods*
It's no problem really! *glares at work* Here, have some peanut brittle. Made just today. AND...*sticks out tongue* work can't have any! NYAH!
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*growls, eye gleaming*
Well, it is a little hard to tell that they're used to it... Not big talkers, any of those inmates...
*cackles*
It'll all be worth it in the end.
*muses*
Nothing is quite so satisfying as hard work that pays off.
I'm back, finally, I think! And, thank you! Hee, actually, I'm hoping to make peanut brittle this coming weekend! Made it through 8 dozen cookies the past weekend (which actually didn't feel like that many) so on to a new cooking challenge! And let me tell you, work certainly doesn't deserve any sweets! Ever!
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Then I'm afraid I wouldn't fit in at all. I'm not much of one for keeping quiet.
*takes a deep drag, a hideous smirk on his face*
That's good old man, because I certainly intend to make you work. And bring your wellies; you're going to need them.
I'm not sure where this came from, but I like the idea of a personal catch-me-if-you-can scenario between Moody and Rodolphus. Much potential there I'm thinking.
YAY!! You're back! And YAY!! for cookies!
Work should be thrown in the river with the piranha!
Good luck with the peanut brittle!
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Wouldn't fit in? Eh, that's what they all say... Until they've been there for a while...
*glares*
Wellies?
*growls*
In case you've forgotten, I only need one...
Oooo!!! I love that idea!! Definitely has potential! We should plot!
*hugs* Yes, I'm back! Well, mostly, anyway... I can't wait till I'm on vacation next week -- then I should be fully returned! And I am all for work being thrown to the piranha!
Thank you! I'll need it! My mom was trying to convince me to make a microwave recipe, but really, that just seems like cheating. And after my quest for the candy thermometer, it'd be a shame not to use it!
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*exhales smoke from the corner of his mouth*
One wellie then. But you're going to need something for that club foot of yours. Blood warps wood you know. *raises an eyebrow challengingly*
Hooray for plot-age! Just let me know when you'll have some free time.
*sings 'The Waiting is the Hardest Part*
*throws work to the piranha*
I've never heard of doing peanut brittle in the microwave. I'll have to look for a recipe. *laughs* It would indeed be a shame not to use the thermometer.
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*rolls his eyes*
*growls*
Well, thank you for your concern...
*nods, tartly*
I'll be fine though.
*glee* Plot-age! After Wednesday next week I have vacation, so I'll definitely have more free time... So, perhaps late next week?
hee... Go, piranha, do your thing!
We had some cookbook that came with the (ancient) microwave that we have and there's a peanut brittle recipe in there... Would you like a copy? I think the times/levels are worked out for this particular brand of microwave, but it might be adaptable! Just let me know!
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Your sense of humor leaves a lot to be desired.
*inhales again and tosses the cigarette away*
Not concerned really. Just a warning.
Super duper! Late next week sounds fine.
Rock on piranha! I'm going to get a T-shirt or something made.
Yes please, if it's not any trouble. I look forward to reading it. Thanks!
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*unconcerned*
Some people say I don't have a sense of humor.
*gruffly*
Well, how considerate of you.
*glee*
hee, You should! My mom grew up in a town that, at one point, was the dirtiest city in the state... And they had shirts made for that! And a piranha is much cooler!
No trouble at all! It should be in your in-box!
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*airily*
Oh, I pride myself on my consideration.
*happiness*
Kind of like the 'Detroit- Where the weak are killed an eaten' shirts that were popular several years ago. And piranhas are very cool. I'll check at the t-shirt shop at the mall. They do custom stuff.
*salutes*
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Yeah. But what difference does it make?
*grumbles under his breath*
I'm sure you do. Among other things.
Sounds just like that! heh, City pride apparently has led to some interesting t-shirts!
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None at all to me; but it might make dealing with others more...enjoyable. For them, if not for you.
*tsks*
Now Moody, there you go again. Disparaging and besmirching my alabaster character.
I might have to start a collection! ;)
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