Villainy to Infinity to Insanity

[highnoonsun]

Who: Antonin Dolohov and Edric Nott
What: Plotting revenge
Where: An old haunt
When: Breakfast. Monday, June 12th, 2000.
Status: Incomplete

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[detriplethreat]

Antonin had regained enough confidence in the past few days to enter without his hood up, though his hair was distinctly lighter, and it was rather obvious to anyone who knew him that he had a good many concealing charms on. He hadn't expected to find a familiar face here, just familiar food, and familiar atmosphere- a remindr of his youthful days; so upon spying Nott he had been rather amused, though not particularly surprised.

He sat across from him, stabbing a sausage from his plate without a word, smirking. "Still as bad as I remember?" he asked, taking a bite and making a face, affirming his assumption.

[highnoonsun]

With a knowing smirk and a tip of his head to the reigning inedibleness of the sausages, Edric generously pushed the plate across the table, inviting whatever tortures Dolohov wished to inflict upon himself.

"You have been keeping naughty," he noted, the plate replaced with his newspaper, thumbing along the pages idly. "Do I want to know what has not made the papers?" Edric didn't particularly care anyway, but from what he had read already, Dolohov might be keeping himself busy enough without any of Edric's burdens. But Dolohov with an open schedule would mean Edric could stop thinking of the best ways to persuade him, because Edric knew the other man did not do boredom well. An offer would be persuasion enough.

Of course, Dolohov might have also been keeping himself entertained by staring at himself in the mirror. The raised eyebrows at the obvious marathon of charming were not victim to any form of tact, and said as much as any chiding Edric might have at the tip of his tongue.

[detriplethreat]

"Just a spot of fun, Edric. You can hardly blame me, things have been so dull lately. I suppose not for you, but you must think of things from my end," he said, waving about his fork, "I mean, you, you have a son, and a best mate and all manner of precious little...things you must protect, conflict and drama and all that's good in the world. Me? What do I have beyond a few mice to torment when I'm bored?"

Next Ed found his cup stolen, Antonin quickly falling back into old habits. "So, I assume you're here looking for me? Or have you been coming here all these years?"

[highnoonsun]

His coffee stolen, unsurprised, Edric offered his cigarette as well before it could be so unceremoniously snatched. He didn't want to think too much on Dolohov's well-spent free time with vermin; that sort of thing was best left to after noon, well after the cleansing dawn.

"I have not stepped foot in this wretched fucking establishment in ages. Very rarely do I have any need for company as gentle as yourself, Dolohov, but today is one of those days and I am sure you will be happy of the news." Edric finally sat up then, rolling his shoulders and flipping through the Daily Prophet again to find the article on the state of his mother's poor house. Sliding his glasses back on to glance over it again, he was given pause-- what exactly did he expect Dolohov to do for him? This would have been easy twenty years ago, but now they didn't have quite the influence. Still, he leaned away from the newspaper, leaving it for Dolohov's perusal, slipping his glasses back into his pocket