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Now it's raining more than ever.

Oct 19, 2011 00:25

Who: Martha and Lucius.
Where: Seventh Floor corridor
When: Now.
Warnings: Probably not.
( Under my umbrella. )

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truemask October 19 2011, 04:40:42 UTC

Well this was.

One way to get a shower?

Somewhere down the end of the hallway was Lucius' room, where his door had transformed a few days ago from a ridiculous monstrosity of iron and battered oak and a sliding viewing window, to a flat, elegant plane of polished wood and brass pieces. Directly behind Martha was Lucius himself, his footsteps only just audible beneath the sound of spontaneous monsoon. Pausing upon the stairwell, he barely noticed her as he looked passed at the display. His hand went out to where the rain fell, and spattered his fingertips, his mouth twisting in irritated sneer.

A hiss of wood and metal signified the withdrawing of his wand, newly returned to him, from within its cane sheath, and a wave followed this movement, a muttered incantation of some description. Suffice to say, nothing happened.

His attention then moved to the dome of umbrella not so far from him, the rain glancing off silver.

thegooddrjones October 19 2011, 04:51:37 UTC

The hiss of wood and metal had caught her off guard and she chided herself silently for not being more aware of her surroundings. She knew that everything was still as it had been, and her guard for the moment was somewhere around and probably invisible. Seeing the black and blond rather than the black and brown that she expected, Martha didn't relax, per say, but there was a minuscule shift in posture, because she was no longer bracing for the curse that she'd expected ( ... )

truemask October 19 2011, 05:06:55 UTC

If he knew who she was, it doesn't show on his face - and it probably would. For all that Lucius was a more than adequate liar, there were some things he couldn't help display. His own disdain and arrogance being two of them.

Sliding his wand back into his cane, he glanced down at the sloshing water filling the hallway. While there were simple charms for drying wet shoes, these were Italian leather and ran the risk of getting ruined without some further precautionary measures. "A moment." And so they were taken off, with a few snaps of buttons and buckles, protected beneath his coat under the wing of a folded arm, and socked feet were the submerged in the chilly, frothing water.

"Thank you," was said with the same imperiousness as when good service was provided, but he didn't have any coin on him for tokens of appreciation.

thegooddrjones October 19 2011, 05:33:56 UTC

There was a bit of relief when the man didn't appear to recognize her. It appeared that while Bellatrix did know what she looked like, and had responded to her before, but the knowledge hadn't been shared amongst the two death eaters. It was a reassuring thought: if they'd planned to harm her together, she was certain that he'd know what she looked like.

Pausing when he asked for the moment, Martha stood in the rain, watching as he removed his shoes. Her own would be left unharmed once they dried, and they'd gone through worse things in the CES than a bit of chilled water. The complete surrealism of the scene threatened to override her but she just bit back the grin that threatened at the corner of her mouth, and her face was neutral when he once again stood at her side.

The Slytherin lessons that she'd been practicing (or rehearsing depending on how humorous Martha was finding the situation at present) met their first test when he spoke to her in such an arrogant tone. Equals, Martha, she could hear her husband reminding her in a ( ... )

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