RP/Owl: My friend, Lucius.
characters: Lucius Malfoy, Thorfinn Rowle
date: 13 January 2000
location: Malfoy Manor Gates
status: private
summary: Rowle sets up a meeting.
completion: complete
The hedged lane to Malfoy Manor was currently occupied by a solemn figure. It stood out against the winter bushes in a long muggle coat loosely fastened around variously matching clothes. It was loosely fastened because Thorfinn Rowle, to whom the coat belonged - in a loose definition of belonged, seeing as how it had been stolen that morning from a shop in Camden - was currently removing a letter from the breast pocket. Making a quick adendum, Rowle bent down and left it on the ground propped against a set of heavy black gates and took a step backwards.
Rowle stared at the gates. Pavlov told him to rub his nose but the throbbing had subsided to a dull ache. Instead, he began to button his coat, bottom to top, as his gaze shifted beyond the gates to the large, elegant Manor beyond.
Malfoy Manor sat a decent distance from the gates like some kind of fat, sadistic prisoner of the skewed opinion that it was better off behind bars. Rowle wondered if the gate wards which had recently flattened his nose upon attempted entrance were there to keep undesirables out or to keep the Malfoys in, locked away from the rest of the decaying world with their equally decaying way of life.
Giving the Manor a final disdainful look, Rowle turned his back on the sign of his past and walked retraced his steps down the lane and out onto the road. The letter, which he left behind, waited at the gate to be claimed, slowly seeping dirt and water from the gavel upon which it sat. The letter, addressed to one, Lucius Malfoy, contained no wards and read as follows:
Lucius,
It has been a long time since my last letter but do not worry, I'm still here. I will be here again in exactly one week. I trust this is enough advance that arrangements can be made for a private supper.
Sorry to impose upon you like this but I assure you that I come as a great surprise and I, for one, am looking forward to its revealing.
One week from today, friend.
X
PS: I was most surprised at your home's welcome to me. Perhaps you would like to meet me at the gate so that I may pass through safely as I used to.
date: 13 January 2000
location: Malfoy Manor Gates
status: private
summary: Rowle sets up a meeting.
completion: complete
The hedged lane to Malfoy Manor was currently occupied by a solemn figure. It stood out against the winter bushes in a long muggle coat loosely fastened around variously matching clothes. It was loosely fastened because Thorfinn Rowle, to whom the coat belonged - in a loose definition of belonged, seeing as how it had been stolen that morning from a shop in Camden - was currently removing a letter from the breast pocket. Making a quick adendum, Rowle bent down and left it on the ground propped against a set of heavy black gates and took a step backwards.
Rowle stared at the gates. Pavlov told him to rub his nose but the throbbing had subsided to a dull ache. Instead, he began to button his coat, bottom to top, as his gaze shifted beyond the gates to the large, elegant Manor beyond.
Malfoy Manor sat a decent distance from the gates like some kind of fat, sadistic prisoner of the skewed opinion that it was better off behind bars. Rowle wondered if the gate wards which had recently flattened his nose upon attempted entrance were there to keep undesirables out or to keep the Malfoys in, locked away from the rest of the decaying world with their equally decaying way of life.
Giving the Manor a final disdainful look, Rowle turned his back on the sign of his past and walked retraced his steps down the lane and out onto the road. The letter, which he left behind, waited at the gate to be claimed, slowly seeping dirt and water from the gavel upon which it sat. The letter, addressed to one, Lucius Malfoy, contained no wards and read as follows:
Lucius,
It has been a long time since my last letter but do not worry, I'm still here. I will be here again in exactly one week. I trust this is enough advance that arrangements can be made for a private supper.
Sorry to impose upon you like this but I assure you that I come as a great surprise and I, for one, am looking forward to its revealing.
One week from today, friend.
X
PS: I was most surprised at your home's welcome to me. Perhaps you would like to meet me at the gate so that I may pass through safely as I used to.