RP: A restless night at chez Slughorn.
Date: 7 August 2005
Characters: Horace Slughorn
Location: At home, late at night.
Status: Private
Summary: Horace has another disturbed night
Completion: Complete
"It's all very simple," said Horace. Fudge glared at him angrily. "I have conclusive proof that your campaign for office was financed by the Dark Lord. I can only assume that he wanted an incompetent in charge. Now, unfortunately, is not the time for incompetence. You will make new appointments as I've listed, then resign."
"Leaving your lackeys to run the Ministry!"
"My lackeys? I will have no role in the new government, except perhaps as an advisor." Horace smiled; with every important ministry post occupied by a member of the Slug Club, and personally loyal to him, soon he would have the power he needed to destroy Voldemort and reform the wizarding world. Soon...
Horace woke, saying "...I will be..." then stopped as he realised it was just another dream, the third in as many nights. He thought about getting some Dreamless Sleep potion, and settled for a little warm firewhisky, lemon, and water. No point building up a tolerance for any potion if it could be avoided.
There was something odd about his dreams, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He'd never wanted power for its own sake, of course, but... The thought trailed off into incoherence as he fell asleep again.
Characters: Horace Slughorn
Location: At home, late at night.
Status: Private
Summary: Horace has another disturbed night
Completion: Complete
"It's all very simple," said Horace. Fudge glared at him angrily. "I have conclusive proof that your campaign for office was financed by the Dark Lord. I can only assume that he wanted an incompetent in charge. Now, unfortunately, is not the time for incompetence. You will make new appointments as I've listed, then resign."
"Leaving your lackeys to run the Ministry!"
"My lackeys? I will have no role in the new government, except perhaps as an advisor." Horace smiled; with every important ministry post occupied by a member of the Slug Club, and personally loyal to him, soon he would have the power he needed to destroy Voldemort and reform the wizarding world. Soon...
Horace woke, saying "...I will be..." then stopped as he realised it was just another dream, the third in as many nights. He thought about getting some Dreamless Sleep potion, and settled for a little warm firewhisky, lemon, and water. No point building up a tolerance for any potion if it could be avoided.
There was something odd about his dreams, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He'd never wanted power for its own sake, of course, but... The thought trailed off into incoherence as he fell asleep again.