RP: Rodolphus is released.
Date: December 2, 2004
Characters: Rodolphus Lestrange
Location: The prison
Status: Private
Summary: Rodolphus is released from prison.
Completion: Complete
Rodolphus walked slowly, without even a small bag of belongings. His only possession at the moment was his prisoner’s uniform and the silver band he wore on his left ring finger - his wedding ring. He’d need to buy a new wand. Buying things would be a challenge in itself, of course. He tried to make a list but after so long of simply being told where to go and what to do and when to eat - the idea of making a list on his own seemed like a radical one. When he was taken to the releasing area he was given a new set of clothes, not new really but new to him at least, and a pair of shoes. His hair was cut for him and the sudden lightening of the weight on his head made him feel years younger. The reality of the situation began settling in.
‘I’m being released,’ he thought. ’I get to live my own life. Cook my own meals… I’ll have to learn how to cook.’ He added Cooking and Buy Food to his mental checklist. ‘I wonder what it’s like out there - the guards here have said nice things about the town.’ The idea of living in a town almost made him chuckle to himself, if he were the sort of wizard who chuckled. Instead he smiled blandly at the witch who had cut his hair and nodded his head curtly in thanks.
He again nodded to the wizard who had given him the ‘new’ clothing and added Send Thank You Cards to his list. He wasn’t sure he had ever sent a thank you - or even said a thank you - in his life, but he figured it was as good a time as any to start. The list in his head grew. Home. Food. Job. Friends. Bella. His thoughts, the list, always rested upon her. It had taken him some time to come to believe the fact that it was she who was with Voldemort in their attempt to kill him. That she had once and for all truly chosen her Lord over her husband. He would think of the woman he had met, not yet driven mad by prison and power, but fantastically manipulative and almost regal in her self-righteousness. Rodolphus shook his head and continued walking slowly.
The guards who opened the last door out of the prison didn’t seem to acknowledge him at all but he nodded to each in turn, trying to get into the practice. The sun was bright and the air was raw and chilly and though it burnt his lungs with its cold, he had never taken a sweeter breath.
Characters: Rodolphus Lestrange
Location: The prison
Status: Private
Summary: Rodolphus is released from prison.
Completion: Complete
Rodolphus walked slowly, without even a small bag of belongings. His only possession at the moment was his prisoner’s uniform and the silver band he wore on his left ring finger - his wedding ring. He’d need to buy a new wand. Buying things would be a challenge in itself, of course. He tried to make a list but after so long of simply being told where to go and what to do and when to eat - the idea of making a list on his own seemed like a radical one. When he was taken to the releasing area he was given a new set of clothes, not new really but new to him at least, and a pair of shoes. His hair was cut for him and the sudden lightening of the weight on his head made him feel years younger. The reality of the situation began settling in.
‘I’m being released,’ he thought. ’I get to live my own life. Cook my own meals… I’ll have to learn how to cook.’ He added Cooking and Buy Food to his mental checklist. ‘I wonder what it’s like out there - the guards here have said nice things about the town.’ The idea of living in a town almost made him chuckle to himself, if he were the sort of wizard who chuckled. Instead he smiled blandly at the witch who had cut his hair and nodded his head curtly in thanks.
He again nodded to the wizard who had given him the ‘new’ clothing and added Send Thank You Cards to his list. He wasn’t sure he had ever sent a thank you - or even said a thank you - in his life, but he figured it was as good a time as any to start. The list in his head grew. Home. Food. Job. Friends. Bella. His thoughts, the list, always rested upon her. It had taken him some time to come to believe the fact that it was she who was with Voldemort in their attempt to kill him. That she had once and for all truly chosen her Lord over her husband. He would think of the woman he had met, not yet driven mad by prison and power, but fantastically manipulative and almost regal in her self-righteousness. Rodolphus shook his head and continued walking slowly.
The guards who opened the last door out of the prison didn’t seem to acknowledge him at all but he nodded to each in turn, trying to get into the practice. The sun was bright and the air was raw and chilly and though it burnt his lungs with its cold, he had never taken a sweeter breath.