RP: Hot Prowl
Characters: Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange (NPC)
Location: Knockturn Alley
Date: July 27, 2000
Status/Warning: Closed/Swearing
Summary: The Brothers Lestrange take a moment's rest and discuss their options for the future.
Completion: Complete
It had not been easy, but instinct told Rodolphus that eventually their quarry would return. There had been several near-misses, but at least the idiots at the Ministry weren't publicly admiting that at least one of those women suffered severe spell damage before being torn to shreds. At The very least that last encounter had driven the wolves back to familiar ground.
"I don't bloody like this, I have never liked this, and I've been a bloody wazzock, letting you drag me all over the fucking place." Rabastan said when it seemed Rodolphus had stopped listening. "After this, if we survive...never again, Rodolphus...never. bloody. again." Rabastan would die before going back to Azkaban, and as far as he was concerned, he should have squashed this idea before it even got this far. It didn't help that, if he looked at it one way, they were doing the aurors' jobs for them.
Rodolphus was almost starting to agree, really. "And what would you have in mind we do once we take care of our wolf problem?" The question was posed casually, as if Rodolphus personally had no stake in it either way. He always sounded like that when he was beginning to second-guess himself, as rare as that was.
"Something we're bloody good at." Rabastan couldn't pretend to understand his brother's motivations anymore, and while he certainly wouldn't abandon him, he sure as hell wasn't going to let things continue as they were. "What the fucking boat was meant for." He emphasized.
His brother's magically thinned eyebrows raised--now that was an interesting idea.
"The full moon is in a little less than a week. Once we're finished here, I agree."
Location: Knockturn Alley
Date: July 27, 2000
Status/Warning: Closed/Swearing
Summary: The Brothers Lestrange take a moment's rest and discuss their options for the future.
Completion: Complete
It had not been easy, but instinct told Rodolphus that eventually their quarry would return. There had been several near-misses, but at least the idiots at the Ministry weren't publicly admiting that at least one of those women suffered severe spell damage before being torn to shreds. At The very least that last encounter had driven the wolves back to familiar ground.
"I don't bloody like this, I have never liked this, and I've been a bloody wazzock, letting you drag me all over the fucking place." Rabastan said when it seemed Rodolphus had stopped listening. "After this, if we survive...never again, Rodolphus...never. bloody. again." Rabastan would die before going back to Azkaban, and as far as he was concerned, he should have squashed this idea before it even got this far. It didn't help that, if he looked at it one way, they were doing the aurors' jobs for them.
Rodolphus was almost starting to agree, really. "And what would you have in mind we do once we take care of our wolf problem?" The question was posed casually, as if Rodolphus personally had no stake in it either way. He always sounded like that when he was beginning to second-guess himself, as rare as that was.
"Something we're bloody good at." Rabastan couldn't pretend to understand his brother's motivations anymore, and while he certainly wouldn't abandon him, he sure as hell wasn't going to let things continue as they were. "What the fucking boat was meant for." He emphasized.
His brother's magically thinned eyebrows raised--now that was an interesting idea.
"The full moon is in a little less than a week. Once we're finished here, I agree."