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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Jun 12, 2018 22:04:05 GMT
 If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Rodolphus leaned against sturdy oak tree just outside the Dearborn property, his features disguised beneath a black cloak and a silver mask. The sun was setting, casting a hazy purple light on the grounds of the Dearborn manor. It was a still evening, no wind rustling through the trees or animals scurrying in the underbrush to create a scapegoat for the sounds their feet would make on the layer of leaves and twigs underfoot. It wouldn’t matter. Rodolphus had charmed away the sound of his footsteps so as to not be heard getting into position. He was eager for the night’s event, but the fun couldn’t begin until the guest of honor had arrived.
His baby cousin had recently graduated from Hogwarts and was well on her way toward a meager position somewhere useful in the Ministry of Magic. He had been keeping tabs on her progress, despite the turmoil in his private life, and believed she was now ready to prove her worth to their cause. Discussions with Lord Voldemort on the matter were productive and Rodolphus had left with the name of a recently identified member of the Order of the Phoenix. He chuckled to himself as he left, wondering what Jovi would make of her mark. For the second year in a row, Hogwarts would need to hire a new Astronomy professor. Perhaps this position would come to be viewed as cursed, just as the Defense Against the Dark Arts post had been these last 10 years. Was Dumbledore purposely recruiting his soldiers to work at the school, or did it happen in reverse? Rodolphus didn’t much care either way, but it would be entertaining to watch his teenaged cousin slaughter her former professor.
It was a shame the man would never see the face of the young witch who was ending his life, that would have been a sight to witness, but Jovi would be concealed in a similar fashion as Rodolphus, as all Death Eaters. A plainly wrapped package had been delivered to the Rowle residence the week prior, enchanted to open for only a single recipient; Jovian. A black cloak, gloves, and an ornate silver mask were stacked neatly inside the box. They would be hers to keep if she succeeded in her mission. Rodolphus would attend to ensure her success, though there was little doubt that his kin would fail. The package bore a letter, with Rodolphus’ sharp scrawl in shimmering green ink.
Happy graduation. You’re off to bigger and better things now. Let’s ensure you’re ready, shall we?
The letter included an address, date, and time, and was spelled to burst into flames after being read, leaving no trace of their planned rendezvous. Rodolphus arrived early, surveyed the home to ensure the family were mostly absent as expected, then turned and watched the shadows crawl closer as the sun continued to set. Once Jovian arrived, their fun would begin. She was expected shortly.
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Post by Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle on Jul 31, 2018 7:34:57 GMT
Well wasn't that a nifty little bit of pageantry. Rodolphus truly had the Lestrange flair for the dramatic Jovi thought as the letter she'd read burst into flames and turned to ashes on the floor where she'd dropped it. A gentle summer breeze took them away, spreading the ashes in various directions with the only two people in the world knowing just what was on that letter was herself and it's sender. Rodolphus was doing what was probably deemed a huge favour to the both of them. She would become a Death Eater soon enough with his help and he'd get the praise of bringing a wonderfully talented young witch into the Death Eater fold. Jovi knew she was talented. Not many people realised just how incredibly bright she actually was. She valued popularity above all else in school, it was what her whole entire world was about, but there was also a natural intelligence that had ahold of her and she was grateful for it, she just had to keep it quiet from most. Popularity and intelligence weren't exactly compatible in school, but out in the real world she was now able to completely reinvent herself in anyway she wanted and the way she wanted was very particular.
Becoming a Death Eater wasn't easy, you needed to know someone or be brought in based on talent. Jovi was someone that actively wanted to join, there were no threats needed to make her see the light and join the ranks, she'd wanted this for a while. She'd been fortunate to have come across Fin and Roddy having their little middle of the night chat about killing and what not, it had given her an in to take advantage of. For months and months she'd practically been dreaming of becoming a Death Eater and finally things were happening. Life was moving forward and she was getting what she wanted. Life was exactly how it should be.
The week passed slowly and the address was seared into her mind. Time and time again Jovi had tried on various outfits, all black, wearing her cloak and mask over the top, concealing herself completely. Nothing visible but her eyes. Her hands were gloved, her legs covered in tights and a long skit that came down to just above her ankles. Her top was tight to her body whereas her skirt allowed for a wider range of movement. She wore boots with a bit of a heel but something she was still capable of running in. Her cloak had billowed as she'd spun in front of the mirror, her mask had caught the flickering light from the flame of a candle that was lit in her room. Her outfit had been carefully planned for tonight and now that it was on for the actual evening ahead of her, Jovi found her stomach doing backflips. She tucked her mask away, not wanting to be seen wearing it leaving the house, she'd put it on later when it was closer to the time.
Leaving home was as simple as walking out the door but getting to the home wasn't going to be as straight forward by choice. Jovi didn't head straight for the location, she apparated from place to place for a while. Magic eft a trace and as such she wanted to make her own difficult to follow. She highly doubted anyone would want to follow a seventeen year old woman, but with all the excitement built up inside of her she wanted to play it safe, she wanted to be as careful as possible. She couldn't make a fool of herself in front of her cousin.
Eventually Jovi arrived at the address she'd had memorised. It was a quaint little home in the country, along the outskirts of Godric's Hollow, she'd taken the time to find the place a couple of days after leaving Hogwarts for good, taking advantage of the half-wizarding village the home laid just beyond. She'd gone shopping with a friend, got some goodies to celebrate having graduated and then they'd walked the very country road Jovi now found herself on. They'd disapparated from behind one of the many hedges that lined the narrow road. Now the sun was setting and Jovi walked the road that would lead her to her very first human victim. Slipping her mask on beneath the cover of her hood she lifted her head and made the rest of the journey as a soon to be Death Eater.
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Sept 8, 2018 9:48:30 GMT
 Kill the Lights It was hard to imagine almost a full week had passed since the beginning of the summer holidays. It was going to fly over, that much was for certain, and Tristan felt like he needed to be quicker making plans if he didn't want to get to September and only have half of his summer wish list ticked off. It wasn't so much a wish list, more a to-do list, because everything on it was completely doable and feasible. He was a traveller at heart, and packing a small bag and disappearing for a week, or even just a weekend, was no big deal for Tristan. He was at home on boats and trains, the countryside of some far off place blurring past him, and if he was staying in England, apparating was simple enough. He wanted to spend as much time as he could with his family while he had the time, and had spoken to Caradoc earlier about going to stay with him next week. Caddy was the eldest of the Dearborns, and the sibling Tristan had had the most time to bond with when they were young. Caddy always looked after him as a child, and still did to some extent in adulthood, though Tristan hardly needed it, but he appreciated it greatly. Looking forward to a bit of horse riding with his brother, Tristan was lost in thoughts of other fun things they could do while he was at his brother's house, his hands grabbing a mug from the tree where they hung, and reaching for the kettle to pour water on the teabag that had found its way into the mug without Trist really even noticing he'd put it in there. He did love being at the family home for that reason. Everything was familiar, and it always would be. He could walk around the house blindfolded and never fall or crash into anything, and it was a comforting sensation, to trust your surroundings like that. He was no home bird, but he did appreciate some sentimental things about having a permanent home. He crossed to the fridge for milk, adding it to his cup and stirring it. His list sat on the kitchen table, and he sat on the edge of the table to scribble another item onto the paper, his long legs making it easy for him to perch his bum on the table top without having to jump himself up a little. Visit with Caddy:
Ride horses.
Get Caddy drunk.
Get Caddy laid.He would add more later as ideas came to him, but his priorities were definitely straight, injecting some fun into his big brother's life was the most important thing for his trip. He'd squeezed that trip in above plans to spend a weekend with old friends in Italy, where he had lived and studied for a while, and he hoped to get back to France, too, but Lunete's birthday was also on the list, and he wanted to try and convince their dad and the rest of his siblings to go on a little holiday, a surprise for the baby of the family as she left her teens behind. Spain might be nice, close by and not too far to travel. He had every intention of subtly quizzing his sister to find out what places she might like to see, but it would have to wait until the weekend, because she was out with her boyfriend tonight. In fact, for a Friday night, Tristan was the only one home, their dad seemed to have more of a social life than he did this week. Tristan told himself that it was just because he didn't actually have too many friends in England any more, most of his friends lived in different countries, and the newer ones he'd made since starting his job at the castle probably didn't want to spend their summer hanging out with him when they had to put up with him all year round. Maybe Gus would go for a drink with him at some point. Or he could try and convince Geralina to go out for dessert with him, because Merlin knew she would prefer to eat chocolate cake rather than real food. He scribbled those ideas onto his list, and sipped his tea, wondering how busy Dorcas and Tersha would be these days, they were always up for a laugh. _______________________ tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange and Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle words: 758 notes: <3 [googlefont="Reenie Beanie"] |
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Sept 25, 2018 6:19:54 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Gentle rustling from the south caught Rodolphus’ ear and he turned, looking at the graceful young wannabe Death Eater approaching. Tonight Jovi would either prove her worth or take her last breath as a free woman. Rodolphus held high hopes that it would be the former and even if he had to shout orders at her like she was a toddler in order for her to succeed, he was determined to make sure she passed this test. What was family for, if not for corrupting them? “Ready?” His voice was low and muffled only slightly by the mask that covered his face. Rodolphus was no less intimidating without his strong brow and sharp jaw on display. His six foot stature and muscular build more than made up for obscuring his devilishly good looks, and if the sight of him looming closer wasn’t enough to make a man piss himself, then the swiftness of his wand and the fiery green light that often accompanied it would most certainly do the trick.
The honors of actually slaughtering the unwitting Astronomy professor would be Jovian’s, of course, but Rodolphus was expecting to have a bit of fun on his own this evening. As the masked pair emerged from the forest and glided towards the house, Rodolphus drew his wand. Through the windows he could see that Tristan was in the kitchen, a side entrance off the right side of the room would put them at Dearborn’s back when they entered. Rodolphus had no plans of knocking and altering the man to their presence. It simply wasn’t his style.
A loud bang shook the room as splinters from the door burst inward. Rodolphus grinned behind his mask as the door shattered before them, spraying the professor with bits of wood and twisted chunks of metal. He kept his wand raised, readied for the next attack, but allowed Jovi to go on ahead of him. This was her evening, and she deserved the spotlight.
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Post by Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle on Sept 30, 2018 15:14:22 GMT
Jovi didn't need to answer Rodolphus verbally, she was more than ready, she had been anticipating this moment for a while now and she couldn't wait to get the deed done. As much as she wanted to savour her first human kill she felt it was probably wise to just get it over with as swiftly as possible. There would be time to play once she was more capable, once she had grown accustomed to taking the lives of humans. Her victims in the past had more hair upon their bodies and were often considered cute by the vast majority of seven year old girls, but Jovian had her sights set elsewhere. She wanted to become a Death Eater and so she was moving up the food chain to take out the most difficult of prey.
Following Rodolphus Jovi stayed as silent as she could, treading lightly, using her tippy toes as they passed through the garden. She peered in the windows they passed, trying not to be seen yet trying to get a good look at what she was going in to. She had no idea of the layout of the home, she'd only passed the exterior and she wished now that she'd put more effort in to finding out the layout of the home. She should have been more prepared but she was ready to do this, she was ready to kill her Astronomy professor and cast her first ever Dark Mark into the sky, there to terrorise and haunt.
Rodolphus blew down the door - literally - and Jovian followed in the wake of the destruction. It felt as though everything was happening slowly for her, as though there was a spell around her, slowing life down so she could take it all in. She saw her target and with her wand already drawn she wasted no time in sending her killing curse. The words leaving her lips with a cruel yet excited sound of malice, clear as day through the confines of her mask. She wasn't here to mess around and as the jet of perfect green light left the tip of her wand, heading in the direction of her former Astronomy Professor, Jovian's eyes travelled with the beam as she pulled her arm back, as though in slow motion, ready to land a different curse should the professor somehow escape her perfectly executed Unforgivable.
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Oct 9, 2018 18:30:49 GMT
Kill the Lights The door burst into a thousand splinters, and Tristan instinctively ducked his head, one arm moving up to try and shield his face, though it was no use, he felt the tiny shards of wood jam into his back and shoulders. His cup of tea was thrown to one side as he realised what was happening with a glance over his shoulder. Two masked figures stood in the middle of the explosion, one of them smaller than the other, likely a female. She raised her wand as wood showered around them, and Tristan immediately grabbed the edge of the kitchen table, flipping it on its side and dropping below it as jet of green light shot through the air straight towards him. It just missed the back of his head by what must have been millimetres, and his summer to-do list floated through the air beside him, almost in slow motion. He watched it cascade to the floor, and reached out to pluck it up between his fingertips. It swayed in some gentle breeze that must have blown in from the blasted doorway, and he stared as the words on the page shifted and swirled. The room had fallen silent around him, and he looked to his right hand for his wand, heart leaping in his chest to find that it wasn't there. He had had it only a second ago. Frantically, he searched through the large chunks of wood on the floor around him, but his wand wasn't there. Now on his knees, Tristan brushed his long hair back from his face and frowned as muffled voices slowly began to permeate the silence. He couldn't make out what they were saying. Was that because they wore masks, or had his hearing gone funny from the blast? He couldn't tell, and it didn't matter right then anyway because the room had still slowed. He could see dust particles floating in the air around him, and they hurried into a faster whirl as the masked figures rounded the overturned table and stood in front of him. Trist stiffened, knowing he stood no chance without his wand. He opened his mouth to speak, but the Death Eaters turned and walked away in silence, having said nothing, and made no attempt to kill him again. Sheer bewilderment washing over his handsome face, Tristan didn't dare to move just yet. What kind of game was this that they were playing? He was Muggleborn, they should have killed him on sight. The female had tried to and missed, why hadn't they finished the job? The only thing he could think was that they were trying to send a message, to scare the Order, perhaps, or make some sort of show of power. Breathing shallow, blue eyes peered over the edge of the table. They were gone. The room was empty, only darkness and stars visible through the hole in the wall where they had come in. He stood slowly, his list still in his hand as he got to his feet and took in the destruction and mess of the kitchen he had grown up in. Turning slowly on the spot, he froze when he saw what was at his feet. His own body lay slumped against the flipped table, eyes closed, dark hair splayed across his face. He could have been sleeping, though Tristan had a sickening feeling as he watched himself lay there, unmoving. Lifeless. Thoughts of Caddy and Lula flooded his head, his father, his brothers, his friends. His mother. "Tristan, my boy," she spoke softly from the doorway, framed in stars. She looked younger than he remembered her, healthier, a twinkle in her eye. "Come on," she nodded her head to the garden behind her, reaching one small hand out towards him. "Mum, I..." He glanced back down at his body, but she shook her head. "I know. It's alright. Don't worry." She sounded so sure of herself, and he slowly crossed the room to her, stepping through splinters and chunks of his coffee mug that decorated the kitchen floor. He took her outstretched hand, and she smiled. Oh, how he had missed the warmth of his mother's smile. He found himself smiling back at her, despite his confusion, and she guided her baby through the doorway into the starlight beyond. _______________________ tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange and Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle words: 743 notes: Sweet dreams, my boy. *sobs* </3 [googlefont="Reenie Beanie"] |
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Oct 14, 2018 19:01:26 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Time had slowed for Jovian, as this was her first kill, and for Tristan, his last moments of life, but the pacing remained steady for Rodolphus. He was a seasoned professional when it came to ending human life, whether it be for the glory of Lord Voldemort, to ease his murderous rage when things didn’t go as planned, or just for shits and giggles. The number of lives lost at the hands – and wand – of Rodolphus Lestrange was inconsequential to the thrill causing pain gave him. He quite literally got off on it, and his mistress had the marks on her fair skin to prove it. There was no need for time to slow in order to Rodolphus to enjoy the event but perhaps it should have. All too quickly it was over. Jovi, the eager little beaver that she was, had completely skipped over the best bits of the job and went straight for the kill. Effective, yes, but where was the pageantry? The enjoyment in one’s work? Half the pleasure, in Rodolphus’ seasoned opinion, was the anticipation leading to the climate. The foreplay. Jovi was lucky she was a woman. A man would have never gotten away with such selfish actions.
Stepping through the debris, Rodolphus clapped a hand lightly on Jovi’s shoulder. “Didn’t come here to fuck around, did you? That’s respectable,” he admitted, though the enjoyment was so short-lived he’d had none of his bloodlust sated yet. “A bit more practice required, but a brilliant start. The Dark Lord will be pleased with your efficiency.” The insults were shaded in compliments as Rodolphus truly was proud of his little cousin. She had done well in taking a life. There was no hesitation in her actions, no quiver in her voice. There was no finesse either, but that would come with time. If there was one thing he knew for certain about his cousin, it was that she enjoyed attention. A rush job would not be her MO for long. Rodolphus moved further into the dismantled kitchen to where the now-deceased professor laid, his body slumped unceremoniously behind the upturned table. A valiant effort to save his life, wasted. Seeing to it that the man was truly dead, Rodolphus turned to Jovi, a smiled hidden behind a silver face. “Only one thing left, then.” It was Jovian’s test and Jovian’s right to mark her success in the sky. Then Rodolphus would let her in on the surprise of the evening.
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Post by Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle on Oct 15, 2018 14:18:43 GMT
Jovi was there to get into the Death Eaters, it was what she'd wanted for a while and now that she was graduated, she was going to achieve her goals. She'd got herself into the Ministry to get herself a valuable position, even though she didn't need a job, and so she wasn't going to risk messing up a simple kill just for the benefit of a show for her cousin. If he wanted a show then he could take her out some night, hit the town and paint it red! Jovi wouldn't mind spending a little time with either of her cousins and killing was something she thought she'd enjoy. Right now she wanted nothing more than to savour her first human kill but she just settled for looking at his dead body on the floor, a smirk behind her mask as she looked at the filthy mudblood that thought he was worthy of wielding a wand. Such a fool he was and he payed the ultimate price but more than that, she would be coming for his brothers and his sister and his little muggle father.
Sighing lightly and turning around, Jovi made her way out of the kitchen the exact way she'd entered. She stepped over the debris of the wooden door that looked as though it had been painted in the tackiest paint. Even in the dull lighting she could see the poor choices this family made. Their home was really something that Jovi considered more of a guest house than somewhere to live permanently. It just seemed so small to someone whose home was twice the size of this.
Making her way to a nice little clearing out the back, Jovi raised her wand. She'd practiced this spell a couple of times in her bathroom, deciding to do it there just in case someone came bursting in her room. It seemed like the logical place for practice and while that had been on a small scale, she believed she could accomplish the task at hand with relative ease. "Morsmordre." She said, her tone carrying her confidence in herself. Out of the tip of her wand shot a bright green light that looked beautiful against the darkening sky. The stars were dotted about the summer sky as the sun nearly completed dropping below the horizon in the far off distance. Up in the sky the Dark Mark took its shape, a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth and Jovi grew excited to think that that mark would soon be upon her left forearm!
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Oct 25, 2018 4:42:42 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Sooner than she might have thought. Rodolphus’ instructions had been clear; ensure she passed the final test and then bring her to the Dark Lord. Barring some unforeseen chaos, Jovian would be returning home this night with a painful tattoo seared onto her forearm. Rodolphus had enjoyed the pain, though he knew of others who had not. In either case, the pain faded eventually and what was left was an image of devotion to Lord Voldemort and the conservative pureblooded values that would soon reclaim the land.
Green lightning shot from the tip of Jovi’s wand, sending the Dark Mark to hang over the sky as a warning sign to all: the Death Eaters were here. For those who stood against their righteous values, the Dark Mark symbolized fear and chaos. To those whose hearts, and blood lines, were pure, the serpent slithering forth from the skull’s gaping mouth symbolized another step closer to their freedom. The Dearborns were a large family, this would hardly be the last time this symbol of purity would hang over their home, and judging by the wild and proud glint in Jovian’s eye when she gazed down upon the professor’s still warm corpse, this wasn’t likely to be the last time Miss Rowle stepped foot on their property.
“Someone’s been practicing,” Rodolphus remarked affectionately, his eyes upturned to watch the snake coil in the clouds. “Let us see what the Dark Lord has to say about your impressive fete.” Roddy wrapped his arm loosely around his cousin’s waist, preparing to take her to a location which she had never traveled to before. Cloaked in security spells and powerful wards to keep away those who were uninvited, the only entrance Jovian could achieve at this moment was at the escort of a marked witch or wizard. Turning on his heel, Jovi by his side, the pair disapparated, leaving the crumbling wall of the kitchen open for the Dearborn family to see upon their arrival. If only Rodolphus could be there to witness their despair upon finding poor Tristan.
A wetness hung in the air as Roddy and Jovi appeared in front of an old Victorian mansion. The rain had stopped but only just, as the smell of wet grass was fresh and the muddles still rippled with the last of the raindrops. Dropping his hand from her waist, Rodolphus headed toward the house, keeping pace with the witch who followed so that his mark would act as her key as they crossed the threshold and stepped onto the property. The inside of the home was warm and inviting, a beautiful restoration of elegance and sophistication of a time gone by. Right. Left. Right again. The narrow corridor wound its way, leading Rodolphus and Jovi into a ballroom that could hold many more than would be here tonight. A select few masked Death Eaters had created a small semi-circle around a dais upon which a dark figure sat in a regal chair. No words of support were spoken to his cousin as he fell in line beside his father and knelt in admiration.
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Post by Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle on Nov 1, 2018 11:10:32 GMT
Practising? Not really. Jovi was smart, exceptionally so, and she was very much aware of that. It didn't take her long to learn anything new and the spell, while secret, was not a difficult task. It was just some pretty charm to light up the sky and as Jovi looked rather proudly at her handiwork (though one couldn't tell due to the mask on her face) she envisioned the dark mark, one very similar to what she was looking at, being placed upon her left forearm. Rodolphus had been kind of enough to show her his - eventually. It had taken a few attempts to get him to show her but she supposed she didn't really know her cousin all too well and he probably had to make sure that she was serious about her word to join the Death Eaters some day. All that talk seemed so long ago when tonight she was here, she had killed her Astronomy Professor and she was excited to be before the Dark Lord. She wished to bear his mark, she could not settle for being just a sit-and-watch kind of witch, she had to be out there, doing her part and killing plenty of mudbloods and muggles that deserved nothing more than a swish of her wand to end their pointless lives.
Rodolphus took her away and Jovi went along, a willing participant of the evening. There would be no stopping her, she would be before the Dark Lord and she would receive her Dark Mark. She knew little of it, Rodolphus had been rather mum on the subject, but she liked the surprise, she welcomed it. She had proven her loyalty this night and she would time and time again for as long as she lived.
Following Rodolphus closely, Jovi took in everything that she could see. Her face was still masked as she followed her older cousin, noting that the man knew his way through this manor very well indeed. Jovi hoped to be just as accustomed to the manor as he, but all in good time, she didn't expect things to just be handed to her, she knew she'd have to earn that status she desired here within the ranks of the Dark Lord, and she was excited to play her part and rise above others, for she would most certainly rise above the meek, the ordinary.
Following Rodolphus into a room at last, Jovi knew this was it, this was her moment. There was a little nervousness as she walked forward but who could blame her? She was barely out of Hogwarts and she had killed a man she'd seen only a few short weeks ago. A man that had taught her and given her an O in her Astronomy NEWT but she'd always had a dislike for the creep and right now she got the feeling of a different kind of creepiness. She was surrounded as she came to a stop, yet she was utterly alone. Rodolphus had taken his own place within the room and she had stopped before the dais where a throne like chair sat. In the chair was he. Jovi's breath caught a little. She was indeed intimidated as she stood there, unsure if she should kneel like the others or wait to be given an order. Rodolphus hadn't told her much, just to stand before him, to only speak when spoken to, and not to let her mind wander, so she stood there, looking through the holes of her mask to the man that she wished to serve, wondering if there was more testing to come or if taking Dearborn's life was enough.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Nov 3, 2018 6:14:28 GMT
Fire crackled in the hearth at the far end of the ballroom, causing the shadows to dance as the flames licked the bricks that contained them. Dark, elegant wallpaper seemed to spring to life in the presence of the flickering lights. Patterned swirls danced gently to the music of the burning wood as dark cloaked figured entered the room. A soft murmur broke the air. The masked men and women who filled the room spoke in hushed whispers, discussing the planned events for the evening and wagering on the outcome. A light rain whipped at the window panes creating a melodic underscore to the conversations before the clouds parted and the stars began to peak out through the black night.
The doors opened and a figure appeared in the doorway. Lord Voldemort’s presence sent a chilling silence through the room. All eyes turned to face him as he entered, black robes billowing gracefully as he strode into the center of the room where his followers had gathered. Turning slowly to face one of the older wizards, Voldemort extended his hand and rested it gently on Adolph’s shoulder. “Let us hope, Lestrange, that your son is as skilled in recruiting as he is with killing.” Long, pale fingers gave a gentle squeeze of the man’s arm, comfort or caution, it was difficult to decipher. A cold, thin smile spread across Lord Voldemort’s face but it did not reach his eyes and then he dropped his hand and turned away from the anxious father. Taking his place upon the dais, Voldemort surveyed his minions, awaiting the honored guest of the evening.
Shuffling of feet and a swish of robes were the only sounds in the room, sans the crackling fire. No one spoke as they waited eagerly for the sound of footsteps in the long corridor just beyond the tall double doors. Finally the time came. Voldemort’s lips curled devilishly as Adolph Lestrange gave a silent sigh of relief as his eldest son came into the room and took his place near his father. The slender figure of a young woman entered next. Voldemort sat back in his seat, taking her in.
The silence was palpable. Voldemort relished letting the young witch before him stand nervously in front of him, her future peers surrounding her like wolves surrounding a strayed sheep. They could attack at any minute if he gave the signal. With a snap of his fingers his faithful servants would end this girl’s life without a moment’s hesitation and he wanted her to bathe in that feeling before he finally spoke. A warm smile, completely unlike the one he had shown to the senior Lestrange minutes ago, graced his pale face. Rising from his chair, he towered over the redhead before he stepped off the dais and moved closer until he stood mere inches from her. “A lovely mask,” the timbre of his voice was piercing as he made a gesture with his hand in front of her and the silver mask turned to smoke and dissipated, “and an even lovelier face.” Slender fingers reached for her left hand, bringing it up to his cool lips and pressing a soft kiss on the back of her hand. “Your cousin has sung your praises, my dear Miss Rowle. Tell me,” turning her hand so that her palm faced the ceiling, Voldemort slide the sleeve of her robe up to reveal a pale, unmarred forearm, “do you wish to join him at my side?”
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Post by Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle on Nov 4, 2018 13:51:17 GMT
There was almost silence. The only noises that Jovi could hear were the crackling of the fire that warmed the ballroom in which they stood, and the moving of the Dark Lord. He was far more elegant than Jovi had imagined and he appeared far softer than she'd thought he would, but there was something there, something about him that had her guard up, it was as though no matter what he did you couldn't help but watch with both fear and wonder at the same time. Jovi could feel it radiating from him, he was being charming now but if this man decided to turn on one of his followers, on just about anyone, then she believed he would become truly terrifying, the likes of which she would never have before seen.
In a room full of people the Dark Lord spoke to her and only her. He had removed her mask, stroked her face and complimented her. She had not expected such intimacy, she had not been sure what to expect but his graciousness was certainly something to behold. While he spoke she paid attention, hanging on every possible word until he was done talking and waiting for a response from her. Jovi gently nodded her head, "I am." She said strongly, her gaze not faltering from him. She was about to become one of his followers, she was about to become marked and she would do all that was within her to live up to the values that mark held and more importantly, work for the man that was overseeing everything, the man so charismatic that those that did not understand him just simply feared him. Jovi was no such person. She believed in him and his cause. She believed they were doing right by the world with their missions would only make the world a more pleasurable and wholesome place for future generations.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Nov 5, 2018 5:44:23 GMT
Fabric rustled as his Death Eaters shifted their weight, all eyes upon Jovian and the Dark Lord. He could hear their bated breath, the slight movements as they moved their head to get a better glimpse at the contact being made between the two figures standing in the center of their semi-circle. Everyone awaited some sign of Voldemort’s pleasure for those who had worked for Lord Voldemort longest would have been quite familiar with the gentler side of his personality. His charms laid both in softness and in strength, in his touch as well as his words. It would have been foolish, however, to feel at ease in his presence and the deep, melodic breaths coming from Adolph and Rodolphus Lestrange showed they were smart enough to still be apprehensive about their success. If Lord Voldemort was displeased, Adolph might lose a son but Rodolphus might have been faced with a much more severe punishment.
The Dark Lord was not displeased, however, and so he smiled at the young lady stood before him now, his grip tightening around her upturned wrist. Black eyes moved from the redhead and looked at the still hidden faces that surrounded them. “My friends,” he spoke with a warm yet commanding tone that demanded their already provided attention. “The war is raging and our numbers, while growing, are still small. We cannot afford to weaken our ranks by admitting filth and vagrants among us. We must be strong and only accept those who would make us stronger if we are to fight against the evils of the muggles and the disease they spread.”
The room was unnaturally silent as Voldemort took a moment and turned his eyes on the young witch still standing before him, her dainty wrist still clutched tightly in his long, pale fingers. She had demonstrated tremendous loyalty in attacking her former professor in his family’s home. Knowing full well she could have been slain in the attack, or apprehended following it, Jovian had proven her bravery, dedication, and skill. Her labours completed, it was time for her to receive her reward. “My child,” Voldemort’s voice was warm as he spoke. “You have shown a great deal of devotion to our cause, and it is time for you to be given a gift in return.”
From beneath the dark folds of his black robes, Lord Voldemort withdrew his wand; a thin, pale wand that had served him well over a number of years. This wand had given new life to some standing in this room, and it had taken life from many outside of it. Today, a new life would be granted for the lovely Miss Rowle. Her unmarred skin already exposed, Lord Voldemort pressed the tip of his wand firmly to the girl’s inner arm. A black mist appeared just below the surface of Jovi’s skin. It swirled visibly, coiling like a snake as the sound of fire crackled from within. Voldemort watched the witch carefully, looking for any sign of weakness as the Dark Mark was burned into her flesh. Satisfied at what he had seen, the Dark Lord lifted his wand. Where it had met with Jovian’s forearm was now a gleaming black skull with a serpent slithering through the mouth. The tattoo shivered for a few moments then became motionless.
“You have served me well and I trust that service will continue through what is to come.” He smiled at the redhead before him, now marked with his symbol and available at his beckon call. “Come, my dear, and join my Death Eaters as their equals.” Lord Voldemort held his head high, pride clearly visible in his regal expression. His numbers were growing and with it, so too would his reach. He had already infiltrated the Ministry with some of his long-standing servants positioned near the top of the political stadium, not to mention those scattered about in some of the more prime departments; magical law enforcement, the wizengamot, even the department for the regulation and control of magical creatures had its uses and Lord Voldemort had his servants there as well.
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Post by Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle on Nov 19, 2018 11:17:29 GMT
It didn't matter that Jovian was surrounded by masked people, nor that she was before a man that had ahold of her arm, wrist facing up, while he spoke, addressing everyone in the room. The way he spoke was certainly awe-inspiring. He was certainly a leader. Jovian could see why he had such a vast following, people willing to lend their lives to him. Although she was cautious, it wasn't Voldemort's speeches that drew her in, she wanted to further the betterment of the lives of her and her kind. Purebloods were sacred and every single one should have been treated like Royalty. She came from a well off family, she was recognised for her family name and for who she was related to, but it wasn't enough. Recognition alone was not enough. Jovian craved power and from what she'd heard, once she'd proven herself through her work as a Death Eater, she would be able to have the power she believed she was entitled to for her blood and her talent.
Jovian had never known so many people to be as silent as they were. Had she been led into the room blindfolded, she could easily have assumed there was no one else around other than the Dark Lord himself. He turned his attention to her once more as they continued, his wand coming down to meet her left forearm. Jovi knew it was going to hurt, to both burn and sting at once, so she was as prepared as she could be. She dared not flinch or make a sound, holding her breath until the Dark Lord was done. She wasn't sure at which moment in time her gaze had shifted, but she was looking at her Dark Mark, settling against her skin. It was bold and dark, certainly something that stood out. Jovi wondered if it would fade a little soon or if it would be this obvious forever, not that she was bothered, but it would take a fair amount of magic to cover it when she had to wear short sleeved dresses. It was the start of summer, she could hardly go around in long sleeves all summer, especially at the beach. She'd figure out a way to cover it - temporarily of course! Jovian was proud of her mark but it wasn't suited to all company. Once her new mark was completely still, the Dark Lord spoke once more and Jovian looked up to meet his tender gaze. He wasn't half bad for a slightly older wizard. Jovi took a deep breath, standing tall as she joined the ranks of the Death Eaters that surrounded Lord Voldemort, taking her place as their equal, as one of them.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Nov 22, 2018 5:53:05 GMT
A flicker of pain crossed the young witch’s eyes but she did not flinch. She showed no outward sign of discomfort as the black mark formed on her skin. Jovian was strong. She would go far in this battle, perhaps even make it out the other side though there were no guarantees and Lord Voldemort was placing no bets on any of his followers. He had already lost so many, still his numbers were growing and for every supporter that fail, twice as many of his foes fell too. The newspapers were riddled with his name or that of his followers. A dark mark hanging in the sky or a bloody interior of his latest victim’s home was a regular image across the front page of the Daily Prophet. What had started as a whisper was now a roaring, terrifying scream. You-Know-Who was coming and there wasn’t anyone who had proven able to slow him down.
Pleased with the new appearance of his minions, Jovian stood in enveloping circle the only true face among a sea of silver and black masks. She would find her mask when she returned home, no longer smoke but solid once more. “There are many changes yet to come. Some may go unnoticed by the unwashed masses, while others shake the very core of the wizarding world as we know it. Prepare yourselves.” he said coolly, his gaze lingering on Jovi for a moment longer than anyone else.
Without another word, he nodded slowly, dismissing them all. Voldemort turned toward a small antechamber off to one side of the ballroom, his black robes billowing behind him before he disappeared behind a door. Slowly the room began to fill with the buzz of Death Eaters talking amongst themselves. Some discussed the impending changes the Dark Lord had hinted at, while others took turns congratulating the newest among them.
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