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Post by James Potter, Esq. on Oct 30, 2012 14:09:11 GMT -5
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James Potter was not used to failure. Well, he was used to failure in wooing Lily Evans, but that was different. What James was not accustomed to was failing to manipulate the secrets of Hogwarts. He had devoted himself to learning the intricacies of the castle since his first year. His obsession with mapping the castle had been, in part, due to his fascination with the magic of the school, but mostly so he could better ambush Lily Evans. Or Snivellus. Or anyone in particular need of an ambushing. The Marauders Map was the culimnation of years of hardwork in unearthing secrets, and James had considered himself the master of Hogwarts.
Until this night. He had never been able to not find someone, and had gotten quite good at ferreting out people even without the aid of the map. But even with Lily Evans' rather fantastic handle on magic, they'd managed nothing but upsetting a few tapestries and further perplexing Boris. He'd been feeling exceptionally defeated when Sirius arrived. It was a little heartening to know that his best mate, arguably the only person with a better knowledge of Hogwarts than James, had also come up emptyhanded.
Wait, not entirely emptyhanded. At this point, James considered the simple oddities of the Arithmancy classroom a roaring success. Progress was progress was progress.
James nodded at the suggestion, ruffling his hair reflexively. The action made his back sting yet again, and he yearned to find the bastard who had hexed him and return fire.
"We'll have a looksie--" But the rest of James' statement was drowned out by an exceptionally loud, familiar, and bone chilling sound. He started, and looked to Remus. As his mate was still rather human and quiet, he concluded it was the other furry problem in the castle. Shit. ShitshitshitshitSHIT.
"West!" James shouted, wand aloft, and he was already sprini]ting. Years of training for Quidditch lent him power as he moved, a silent lumos lighting his wand and casting blue light down the corridor. He thought he saw a flurry of robes, and he was off. "STUPEFY[!"
The stunner missed, the jet of scarlet light knocking over a suit of armor, and James could only continue his pursuit, firing stupefy left and right, determined to catch that son of a bitch.
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mood: GET OVER HERE YOU MOTHERFUCKER
tag: marauders, snooping, aw hell no
credit:jacksome111@caution 2.0!
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Post by Alecto Pandora Carrow on Oct 31, 2012 4:39:08 GMT -5
 Alecto did not have the patience for the presumptuous familiarity and perceived authority of this boy. How dare he instruct her. She may have been willing to submit to the Dark Lord, but this brainless thug was no one to give orders, to her or her brother. “Watch your tongue, Lestrange, these things cannot be rushed,” she told him, equally firmly. But he was right about the distraction. If they couldn’t leave, eventually they would be found. The girl’s memory was erasable but none of them had turned their magical abilities to the art of healing, standing around a scalped Hufflepuff would be difficult to get out of even with her manipulative skill. If they were found, they were finished. The elder twin had always prided herself on cunning and level headedness, but even she could not fathom an immediate solution. For all her cool collectedness, there was no obvious solution to their plight and it seemed careless to simply stand around and hope they gave up. They could be here all day. But then, a howl – the wolf – perhaps the damn half breed dog had some uses after all. It seemed it had lead their visitors away, and Alecto knew they had to act quickly. But then of course the situation turned again, and they no longer found themselves simply having to flee the scene of the crime, dumping a victim, but now they would have to dispose of a body too. It wasn’t worth wasting time defending her brother’s actions, she knew the likelihood would be that this girl would never leave the room alive as soon as she saw her on the table. She didn't disagree, what point was there in letting such a waste of air continue to live. Alecto herself would have prefered a much slower demise for their victim, but it was no consequence to her the girls life. It would be a problem, she knew, when they had to face the consequences of breaking the rules they had agreed to, but it would only make it worse if they wasted time now. A dead girl in the castle would almost certainly close down the school, and apparently the Dark Lord had other plans. So they had to get the body out. What they would do with it afterwards was a problem for another hour. She used her magical abilities to clear some of the blood from the girl’s body. She used the toga material they had stripped her off to bandage her head, then hid the injuries beneath the doll faced mask she had been given to disguise her own identity. Perhaps they would be less conspicuous that way. Then, Alecto wrapped her cloak around the body and looked to Rabastan. “You’re going to hold her up with one arm around her shoulders,” she told him, it was more like an order than a request really. “I will animate her legs. Walk quickly, but do not run until we reach the grounds. We don't want unnecessary attention.” Any professors wandering the halls had probably had enough of toga party attendees stumbling home drunk, another group would not look particularly more suspicious. “One we reach the gates, apparate to Malfoy’s home. Don’t hesitate.” Alecto looked to her brother but knew he didn't need instruction, her eyes simply gleamed with a morbid pride. |
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 31, 2012 13:30:38 GMT -5
What Amycus did, Rabastan never saw coming. His scalping of the girl was too far anyway. Evelina was of a respectable pureblood family, she was not some muggle waste they could carve up and throw out. This wouldn't be the usual column in the prophet reporting yet another mysterious disappearance or muggle family massacre. This would be huge news, a student dead. "Are you mad?" he shouted angrily, stupid question in hindsight. The hilt of the knife stuck in the girl's slender neck was a sure sign there was no bringing her back. It was done. He had asked a psychopath for help, what did he truly expect?
Rab listened to the instructions this tiny ting reeled off. He didn’t appreciate the patronising tone, but it wasn’t the time for bickering. The plan seemed stable enough, they didn’t really have many options available now and between the mask and cloak, Evelina’s appearance was far less frightful. It was impressive coolness in the face of extreme stress. The thought of failing was more panic than he could bear right now, the easiest thing to do was go along with her instruction and get out as soon as they could. He grabbed the body, lifted it up beside him and exited.
The walk to the doors of the school was the most nervous he had ever been. Alecto’s presence did not help matters, the girl may have been a cool head in a crisis but he didn’t trust her as far as he could throw her. Her twin had, just moments ago, completely destroyed their plans, part of him doubted she wouldn’t turn to do the same. His heart was racing as the relatively short journey down the staircases and out of the doors seemed to take a lifetime. Once they reached the door, a moments relief hit him but he knew they weren’t safe yet.
Rab scooped the body up, threw it over his shoulder and broke into a run. Alecto could suit herself, the walk through the grounds to the gates was not a short one, and students there at this hour would be suspicious even tonight. By the time he reached them, he was pale, panting and sweating. Without even checking Alecto was with him, Rabastan apparated himself and the dead girl to the gates of Malfoy manor. They were shut, as he had expected, and rather than a familiar face they were greeted by a rather startled looking house elf.
“Get your master, Lucius,” he instructed, still panting. No sooner had a sense of relief come over him, did the impending dread of facing up to his failure. “Tell him we need to see him immediately.”
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