RP: A Moment of Silence II
Characters:Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange?
Location: Nessy, off the coast of Greenland
Date: January 1, 2000
Warning/Status: Cursing/ Semi-Private
Summary: Steps must be taken. Revenge is one of them.
Completion: Complete
They hadn't been friends, no. At least not that Rodolphus could see. Fenrir was mad as the proverbial hatter and that was that.
But every creaking sway of the ship told him something different. Told him of plans, brought to him drunkenly one night--of standing on the London docks in all odd hours watching it all take place: the intricate weaving of wood and magic until at long last Nessy bobbed on the waves, dark wood new and gleaming. The ship, and to a large extent her former captain, were the manifestations of a freedom he hadn't wanted to believe existed once. Rod wasn't just a Death Eater here, taking orders. He wasn't just a husband escaping his duties, always more willing to return to them as soon as he reached solid ground again.
For a time, no, Rodolphus had been something else entirely and it wasn't bloody fucking fair that the person responsible for it all was gone.
Or not.
"Why do you have to be gone, old friend? Why indeed?" Rodolphus gave the wheel a massive spin, breaking out of the powerful deep undercurrents Nessy had been using. A mermaid teased him from one of the bridge portholes but he ignored it. There were more important things to occupy his mind. Like memories. And how the memory of something could be just as powerful as when the memory was actually happening. The first thing he had to do was make sure the wizarding world never felt safe during a full moon ever again.
And to do that, he needed werewolves.
Location: Nessy, off the coast of Greenland
Date: January 1, 2000
Warning/Status: Cursing/ Semi-Private
Summary: Steps must be taken. Revenge is one of them.
Completion: Complete
They hadn't been friends, no. At least not that Rodolphus could see. Fenrir was mad as the proverbial hatter and that was that.
But every creaking sway of the ship told him something different. Told him of plans, brought to him drunkenly one night--of standing on the London docks in all odd hours watching it all take place: the intricate weaving of wood and magic until at long last Nessy bobbed on the waves, dark wood new and gleaming. The ship, and to a large extent her former captain, were the manifestations of a freedom he hadn't wanted to believe existed once. Rod wasn't just a Death Eater here, taking orders. He wasn't just a husband escaping his duties, always more willing to return to them as soon as he reached solid ground again.
For a time, no, Rodolphus had been something else entirely and it wasn't bloody fucking fair that the person responsible for it all was gone.
Or not.
"Why do you have to be gone, old friend? Why indeed?" Rodolphus gave the wheel a massive spin, breaking out of the powerful deep undercurrents Nessy had been using. A mermaid teased him from one of the bridge portholes but he ignored it. There were more important things to occupy his mind. Like memories. And how the memory of something could be just as powerful as when the memory was actually happening. The first thing he had to do was make sure the wizarding world never felt safe during a full moon ever again.
And to do that, he needed werewolves.