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hogwashWho: Rodolphus and Open (to baddies)
What: Thinking. ... Its more dangerous than it sounds.
Where: Wouldn't you like to know? ...his study.
When: December 2nd, 1 AM
Rating: PG-13 For possibly twisted thoughts
Status: Incomplete
He had heard about her. The girl who was poisoned, that is. Such an evil word, poisoned. The way the papers made it sound, someone purposely slipped something in the girls food to 'poison' her. Which implied that it wasn't an accident.
He sure as hell hoped not.
The leather chair that Rodolphus sat in formed comfortably around his body, and the smell of burning wood from his fireplace filled the room with a heavy glow of warmth, the heat illuminating the glass of brandy that he so casually held in his hand. His eyes were on the glass window pane, watching the world slip by in its silence so early in the morning. Or late in the night. It brought a smooth smile to his lips... even the world outside seemed to unaware of what this meant, let alone the idiotic people that flooded it.
It meant that Rodolphus was not alone, and that his followers were prepared to take action against the filthy, soiled bloods of their age. The time was now, after all. No one expected danger. Voldemort was gone, a brilliant man, but weak in the end when it came to control. After all, what kind of grown man couldn't kill a little boy? Rodolphus could kill that little boy.
In fact, he planned to.
But back to the girl, ordered his thoughts. Yes, the girl. The dirty, disgusting excuse of a human being that was the girl. She was still alive. Harmed greatly, yes, but alive, nonetheless. That would have to be fixed, also. They would all have to be fixed. For a moment, just a brief second, Rodolphus allowed himself to think what it would be like if she had died. If they had found a way to eradicate the filth from the planet. He shivered at the thought, excitement dripping down his spine... he sipped his brandy to warm himself. Yes.. he wanted that. He wanted to walk down the streets knowing that all of the mudbloods and muggles and, why stop there? Bloodtraitors, too... that they were all dead, their bodies piled and burned because, of course, a proper burial was something saved for human beings. Proper wizards. Not for those with dirt in their veins.
He smirked and sipped his brandy again, staring outside... out at HIS world. Not yet... but it would be his. Just in a matter of time.
What: Thinking. ... Its more dangerous than it sounds.
Where: Wouldn't you like to know? ...his study.
When: December 2nd, 1 AM
Rating: PG-13 For possibly twisted thoughts
Status: Incomplete
He had heard about her. The girl who was poisoned, that is. Such an evil word, poisoned. The way the papers made it sound, someone purposely slipped something in the girls food to 'poison' her. Which implied that it wasn't an accident.
He sure as hell hoped not.
The leather chair that Rodolphus sat in formed comfortably around his body, and the smell of burning wood from his fireplace filled the room with a heavy glow of warmth, the heat illuminating the glass of brandy that he so casually held in his hand. His eyes were on the glass window pane, watching the world slip by in its silence so early in the morning. Or late in the night. It brought a smooth smile to his lips... even the world outside seemed to unaware of what this meant, let alone the idiotic people that flooded it.
It meant that Rodolphus was not alone, and that his followers were prepared to take action against the filthy, soiled bloods of their age. The time was now, after all. No one expected danger. Voldemort was gone, a brilliant man, but weak in the end when it came to control. After all, what kind of grown man couldn't kill a little boy? Rodolphus could kill that little boy.
In fact, he planned to.
But back to the girl, ordered his thoughts. Yes, the girl. The dirty, disgusting excuse of a human being that was the girl. She was still alive. Harmed greatly, yes, but alive, nonetheless. That would have to be fixed, also. They would all have to be fixed. For a moment, just a brief second, Rodolphus allowed himself to think what it would be like if she had died. If they had found a way to eradicate the filth from the planet. He shivered at the thought, excitement dripping down his spine... he sipped his brandy to warm himself. Yes.. he wanted that. He wanted to walk down the streets knowing that all of the mudbloods and muggles and, why stop there? Bloodtraitors, too... that they were all dead, their bodies piled and burned because, of course, a proper burial was something saved for human beings. Proper wizards. Not for those with dirt in their veins.
He smirked and sipped his brandy again, staring outside... out at HIS world. Not yet... but it would be his. Just in a matter of time.
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Date: 2010-12-05 08:27 pm (UTC)