Comments | post_bellum: OWL: To Lucius Malfoy

pb_rabastan in post_bellum

OWL: To Lucius Malfoy

Sep 03, 2008 00:37

Characters: Rabastan Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy
Location: Respective locations.
Date: 3rd September, 1999.
Status/Warning: Private/mild swearing.
Summary: Somehow Rabastan has found himself rather perplexed.
Completion: Incomplete

( No, really. )

place: residence, 1999 09, owl post, rabastan lestrange, complete, lucius malfoy

Comments 6

pb_lucius September 14 2008, 17:33:09 UTC

Peering closer at the parchment, Lucius noticed that the ink was slightly smudged. Well, someone had been in a hurry to write it, and no doubt they were in a hurry to receive a reply. Lucius smirked and placed the parchment under a pile of papers, to be dealt with later that day. Or perhaps the next day.

That would make up for the “sarcastic git” comment.

After a few hours, Lucius turned his attention to the note Rabastan had sent him. It wouldn’t take long to write a response to it, but Lucius could not mention any names, or say anything too obvious. Even with the modified Lumos spell he could use to disguise the writing, there was still a killer on the loose, and Lucius did not want to risk any of his correspondence being intercepted.

Indeed she is, he wrote. Lucius thought about his next line for a moment. As long as he mentioned no names, he could afford to try and find out why Rabastan appeared to object to Mafalda’s appointment. Lucius was rather more optimistic about it. It meant he had an ally in the Ministry, and he ( ... )

pb_rabastan September 14 2008, 18:04:40 UTC

Mildly infuriated by the fact his own owl returned empty-handed and far rom content with remaining patient, Rabastan spent his time clearing the house's supply of alcohol until Malfoy's response arrived. With a glass of cheap scotch in one hand he ushered the other owl inside, hoping it was indeed from Lucius and not some sort of magical bomb from MLE. Although that would certainly be more interesting.

"Oh, bugger and damnation," he slumped into his chair and stared at the first line. The glowing green tip of his wand threatened to stab through the parchment. Misgivings? he snorted and necked the rest of the glass. Quill and parchment, quill and, ah... Now if the desk would just come a little closer. He flicked his wand, the green glow faded and the desk began to drag itself towards him. "Right. S'better."

That promotion was a long time coming ( ... )

pb_lucius September 14 2008, 20:40:36 UTC

Lucius turned his attention to Rabastan's reply as soon as the owl brought it, though whether he would reply in a more timely manner than he had before depended on what it said. He narrowed his eyes at the words "For you as well, I think". Had Rabastan guessed what Lucius was thinking about Mafalda's appointment and what it could mean for him? On reflection it was hardly difficult to guess, given that Rabastan had known Lucius since they were children. Rabastan would know that Lucius would seize the opportunity to turn the situation to his advantage, but it still made Lucius slightly uncomfortable to think that Rabastan knew his motives.

After reading the letter fully, Lucius set to writing a reply.

It was, but when a person truly deserves something, they will often find that it comes to them no matter how long they have to wait.

Hopefully Rabastan would realise that Lucius was referring more to himself than Mafalda.

Indeed it is not, but we are hardly in the best of positions at the moment, our world needs a change for the ( ... )

pb_rabastan September 14 2008, 20:59:44 UTC

Cigarette tucked safely in the corner of his mouth, Rabastan stared at the empty bottle in contempt. Well, drinking himself into sobriety was definitely not an option anymore. He hadn't closed the window, and just held of a slightly shaky hand to retrieve the letter. Once read, he cast it aside and automatically began to reply.

A change for the better?
That was our goal once.
Now the very concept is laughable.

He spent a moment wondering why his letters had almost begun to resemble haiku poems before turning his attention back to Lucius' reply.

So you've noticed, then.
And some of us have neither the luxury nor the inclination to wait.

Rabastan looked over the letter, eyebrows raised and set quill to parchment again.

When it comes to writing, I appear to be more articulate than I have any right to be, given my current condition.
Reminds me of school. Four foot essays and firewhiskey.Smirking slightly at the memory, he flicked his wand and the writing disappeared. The folding part wasn't quite as easy, but he got there in the end ( ... )

Thread 6