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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 8, 2018 13:44:02 GMT
If she didn't have a use for him then Dorcas would have dumped Rodolphus in a ditch somewhere. She'd have left him gagged and bound and come back for him the following day. He'd pissed her off, he'd risked her chances of becoming a Death Eater and she wanted to whack the dumb freaking arsehole across the back of the head and then proceed to push him down the stairs they'd just climbed. Unfortunately she didn't know where Voldemort was held up so she couldn't get herself there and she didn't have another Death Eater at hand to get her where she needed to go. "Not a chance." She'd had more than three attempts on her life and incidentally it was Rodolphus that had been the one to kill her and he hadn't even intended to, he'd just been too excited and got carried away. Typical. She should have seen his interfering coming. It was becoming hard to deny but he was definitely growing somewhat attached to her. She’d overlooked it when he’d brought her back to life and seen to it that she was looked after, he’d stayed with her the whole night, he’d even looked after her himself. He did that often when she was sick or not feeling 100%. What did she do when he was unwell? Fuck all. That was his business. When she was unwell? He’d sit and watch crappy TV with her until she fell asleep, he’d carry her to bed and tuck her in, he’d pointlessly see to it that her fridge was stocked with healthy foods. She ignored all the times he put forth some effort that hinted at him caring but he was really making it difficult to ignore now.
Rodolphus walked through the room, inspecting her handy work. Apart from the blood it wasn’t anything different to how she’d left a bedroom in his presence before. Dorcas looked at the bodies of those that had been in the Order with her. People that trusted her. Were they truly dead? Was this the end of them? Dorcas’ eyes followed Rodolphus’ feet, looking at the life source of the Anderssons just pooled on the ground. Rodolphus left bloody footprints around the room where he stepped and Dorcas’ eye was drawn to the fish that had given up on life. Would Dumbledore’s spell, if there was such a spell on the room that somehow prevented people from mundane deaths then would it stop the fish too? Dorcas wasn’t really an animal rights activist by any means, but she was curious about Dumbledore’s magic and, of the spell truly existed, she wanted to know more about it. It was a nifty bit of magic.
Following Rodolphus from the room she cleaned her shoes of any specks of blood or anything else that might be on them. She wanted no traces. Anything that could potentially lead back to her had to be gotten rid of - except Rodolphus, clearly. She listened to his advice with a small smirk, “My pretty little lip is the cornerstone of my charm.” Something that wasn’t exactly far from the truth but mostly people didn’t find her charming, just an arrogant bitch. At least those that did like her enjoyed her lip. Lord Voldemort probably wouldn’t be one of those people that got her, so it was probably safer to just fall in line. This was a deeply fear and deeply respected wizard after all, his followers bent over arse over tit in order to please him, the same would be expected of her.
Rodolphus almost confirmed to Dorcas that he knew what Voldemort was and that the best thing to do in the man’s presence was to keep a clear mind. Dorcas knew she could manage it, Rodolphus had no clue of what she was capable and she intended on keeping it that way. She didn’t need him knowing about her abilities. Her position at the ministry and her supposed wanted to see Voldemort’s plans come to full fruition would surely be enough to get her into the Death Eaters. It wasn’t as if you had to submit an entire resume or anything and really, she liked that there were a lot of things Rodolphus didn’t know about her. “Stop giving me advice. All this caring dragonshit is making me queasy.” She said, following a little way behind him and making her way downstairs and out of the front door to the cold night air where the temperature had jumped a couple of degrees while they’d been inside, apparently slaughtering the Anderssons.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 10, 2018 5:47:47 GMT
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“It’s not advice,” he snapped at her, stopping his descent to turn and look hard at her. His eyes appeared darker than they really were behind his mask, and despite being a few steps beneath her, they were eye to eye as he spoke again. “Instructions,” he corrected her. “This isn’t some silly game of cat and mouse. You’re meeting with the Dark Lord tonight. I’m not advising you, I’m telling you what to do. If this is truly your end goal, you’ll heed my directions and keep your daft thoughts to yourself. If you’d rather not listen to what I have to say, then by all means, have at it. You’ll be signing my life away with yours and leaving my daughter an orphan because you can’t be fucked to consider I may know something you don’t. Pay attention. Speak when spoken to. Conceal your thoughts.” Rodolphus’ words were harsh, the seductive, almost playful tone he’d had with her earlier gone.
Dorcas was kidding herself if she thought he was the one caring about her. In reality, it was quite the opposite. She was the one that requested his company when she was unwell. She rested her head on his shoulder as she watched some god-awful muggle contraption on the sofa, curling herself into a little ball and wedging herself against him. She stole his shirts and his jackets, wearing them around the house when she needed comfort and remarking on the scent of his cologne that lingered or more precisely, when it was beginning to fade. She rang him for meals together, sometimes without any intent to fuck him. Just for the food and the company. She wasn’t a lonely person, she had plenty of friends to spend her time with and yet her owl was not an uncommon site at Lestrange Chateau.
Turning away, Rodolphus took the last few steps until his feet touched the floor near the entry way. “They were your kills, so you will have the honor of raising the dark mark into the sky. It’s a simple spell, even an arrogant little witch like you will be able to learn it quickly.” He held his wand at his side. “The incantation is ‘Morsmordre’. Point your wand to the sky,” he then raised his wand and demonstrated the movement for her, careful to keep the gesture and the incantation separate. “And move it like this. Ready?” He moved to the front door and rested his hand on the knob, waiting for her okay before opening the door and stepping out into the night where she would be able to cast the skull and serpent into the sky.
They lingered for only a moment to admire her handiwork before wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling Dorcas close to his chest. His eyes connected with hers behind their respective masks and then with a sudden turn they were gone.
Moments later they were standing in front of an old Victorian-styled manor, Rodolphus’ hand still firmly holding the petite witch to his frame, his hand slipping lower to graze her arse before he released her. “Remember what I told you,” he said plainly, then headed across the lawns toward the house. Just as he had with any previous new recruit, Rodolphus paced his steps so that he was never too far ahead of the unmarked follower, allowing Dorcas safe passage through the security wards and keeping her close as he moved through the maze of corridors until they approached the ballroom. The crowd that was gathered this time was smaller than when he’d brought his cousin to stand for evaluation. None of his family was present, his father nor his brother. None of Dorcas’ either, as expected. She came from bloodtraitor stalk, a concern that was appraised early on but ultimately acquitted. Two large, male figures stood on either side of the semi-circle that surrounded the Dark Lord, and a tall, slender female frame posed in the middle. All eyes turned to look as Rodolphus entered the room. He fell in line in the semi-circle next to the tall witch, bowing respectfully at the cloaked wizard sitting before them. "My lord." There was more concern today than there had been when he’d first brought someone forth, and much more than when he’d presented Jovian. Whether he was concerned for himself or Dorcas was yet to be seen, but he focused on keeping his mind locked shut, looking straight ahead and diverting his gaze from the perfect view of Dorcas’ amazing ass.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 18, 2018 12:06:36 GMT
Despite his long winded telling off, or what Dorcas considered long winded, concern still came through in Rodolphus' words and it was beginning to piss her off. His concern was frustrating and his feelings more so. If he couldn't control himself then she was going to have to get into the Death Eaters and ditch him. Surely it would be easy enough to do, just tell him she'd had enough and then that would be it. "Save your breath for someone that gives a shit." She came down heavy on the 'gives a shit', not caring what he had to say, not caring if Aurora would be left an orphan because honestly, Rodolphus would have brought it on the girl himself, it wasn't her doing if he got killed, even if it was directly her fault, the dumb arse shouldn't have been involved in stupid shit like this but then what would he even know about thinking for himself? He was trained as a kid to think one way and he never had the guts to question it because why would he? He was spoilt rotten, given all the money in the world and told he was perfect, why would he even begin to question that?
Rodolphus led the way down the stairs, Dorcas followed and watched angrily as the twat showed her the movement to go with the spell. Fucking child's play. Why he couldn't have let her in on tonight was a mystery. He was being a controlling wanker and no doubt enjoyed every second of it while she tried to brush it off, plotting revenge for another day. There was no way she was going to let him get away with tonight but she was not able to take her frustrations out on him now so she'd have to save it, tonight she had to be more focused than she'd ever been before in her life and so it made sense that tonight would be the night Rodolphus tested her patients, or perhaps it was just because there was everything on the line right now that she was more agitated by his ridiculous behaviour. Trying to protect her, what the hell was he even thinking? Stupid prick.
Dorcas nodded her head to Rodolphus and everything seemed to happen quite fast. First attempt at the spell and the Dark Mark launched from her wand and into the black sky. After a minute, possibly less, Dorcas was taken by Rodolphus to somewhere she wasn't sure of, feeling her heart skip a beat as she looked up at him and through to his black eyes from behind his mask. She told herself it was just from his hand grabbing her and the anticipation of apparating somewhere.
The air had a different feel to it than where they'd left. It was much fresher and free of the pollution one found in the muggles cities. Crisp air told Dorcas they were farther north than they had previously been or perhaps at a higher altitude. "Shut up, you wanker." She said affectionately. Her mood having changed and she had no idea why, she just assumed it was thanks to finally being within reach of a Dark Mark on her left forearm, all she had to do was keep her deep thoughts to herself, navigate Voldemort through her mind should he search. If she just kept her mind clear then there was the chance that Voldemort would know there was something the matter, if she could subtly guide him through her mind, just recalling the events of the night minus Rodolphus' help, then perhaps she'd get her dark mark without raising any suspicions.
Following Rodolphus through to the large house and then off through said house Dorcas stayed relatively close to him. She was within reaching distance of him at all times while she memorised the turns they were taking for if they were needed later in reverse. Rodolphus finally came to a halt at some doors and then opened them, walking her into a massive bloody room that looked as if it could fit far more people than it than it currently hosted. Dorcas supposed that this was the ballroom judging by the similarities to the ones she'd come across before. She kept her thoughts to a minimum, behaving herself because she knew she was to be the target of at least one legilimens attempt to infiltrate her mind. Thinking purely of thoughts of the evening, Dorcas came to a stop before the man she knew to be the one the Death Eaters all referred to as 'the Dark Lord' and she supposed she too would be calling him that from now on - if he thought her worthy enough to wear his mark. First things first, initiation. After that, well there was no telling yet how she might celebrate.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Nov 22, 2018 1:08:30 GMT
It was a peaceful night, if one did not include the very recent murder of a pair of rebels which had occurred hundreds of miles away. Moonlight shone through the large windows that looked out over the spacious grounds at the back of the property. The gentle pale light from outside mingled with the candlelight from the ornate chandelier that hung at the center of the room and the sconces that lined the ballroom’s walls. Upon a dais was an elaborately carved chair, almost throne-like, upon which Lord Voldemort sat. He spoke softly to the smaller of the two wizards in the room, a still large man cloaked in robes of deep blue and black. Thin fingers waved him off and the man nodded, bowed, and returned to the arch of loyal followers needed for the night’s success that surrounded him. Though their numbers tonight were sparse, it was with purpose.
Lord Voldemort was not kept waiting long. The events of the evening had been meticulously planned, the auror’s skill set evaluated by her peers at the Ministry and a schedule established without her knowing. The spells surrounding the property were interrupted almost precisely when expected, and following a few more moments of patience the doors of the ballroom opened and a couple entered. Voldemort’s face was the only one exposed as Lestrange entered, bowed, and took his place quietly beside Claudia, trailed by a small witch, their guest of honor. Black eyes evaluated more than her posture as she approached. “Welcome, Miss Meadowes.” His voice was soft and melodic, ringing gently through the otherwise quiet room. “I am so pleased to have you here with us this evening. Your companion has told me much of your merits.” He spoke of Rodolphus as if the man wasn’t in the room, not bothering to pull his eyes away from the lovely creature he spoke to in order to give even a courteous glance at the wizard he was referring to.
The black figure rose, standing to his full height and stepping forward to meet the auror who stood before him. She wore robes that were in contrast to the rest of her attire, fine fabric and stitching that spoke of wealth her clothing underneath lacked. She appeared comfortable in her juxtaposition, having long experienced it. Running a slender hand over the fabric of her sleeve, Voldemort admired her. With a wave of his hand, Dorcas’ mask vanished in a wisp of smoke and his head tilted lightly to one side as he looked upon her face for the first time. “Tales of your beauty have not done you justice,” he remarked, complimenting the witch as he looked down upon her. “Though it would seem you are every bit as capable as Mister Lestrange has assured me you would be.”
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 22, 2018 7:21:47 GMT
There was an echo to everything. The sparse room really created quite the acoustic cove as Voldemort greeted her in such a way that some could consider warm. Dorcas however felt no such warmth, to her his words felt hollow and insincere, however she was willing to go along with the act he put on. If this was the guise he wore before his followers, and they in turn believed it, then they really were gullible pieces of shit. Dorcas had dealt with all manner of people in her line of work and she'd seen the faces of liars and while this man didn't give off any tells of lying, Dorcas was certain he felt he had better things he could be doing with his time, though really, who could pass up the chance to increase their army, even if it was only by one? Dorcas wasn't at all sure who the people were that were in the room with them, aside from Rodolphus, but she imagined it was most likely Voldemort's most trusted. An auror from a blood traitor family becoming a Death Eater was certainly unusual, she guessed. She couldn't imagine there were too many people happy with her presence amongst their ranks but they could just deal with it, one way or another.
Voldemort inspected the robes she wore then proceeded to remove her mask with a wave of his hand and it went against all of Dorcas' instincts not to pull her wand but she managed it. Pulling her wand out on the Dark Lord may have been a teeny bit dangerous, but in fairness it was trained into her to be a fairly standard response. She'd been an Auror for quite some time, those instincts were hard to suppress. At least he had something sensible to say, even if it sounded like a cheesy pick up line. Was this how he thought women wanted to be spoken to? Well maybe some women. She wouldn't have thought that Death Eater women would be into such charm but maybe they were, perhaps they lacked it in their lives so they fell for it hook, line, and sinker when presented with it by a fairly decent looking bloke. "Oh?" Her brow quirked, she knew that Rodolphus had spoken with Voldemort himself for had he not, she would not be in such a position right now, but just what they hell had they been speaking of? Tales of her beauty? Really? Did Rodolphus and Voldemort sit around, painting one another's nails, doing face masks, talking about girls they liked over cocktails or had Voldemort just enjoyed a leisurely meander of Rodolphus' mind? "Well I do aim to please, my Lord." She smirked a little coyly.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Nov 23, 2018 3:18:12 GMT
Instinct and learned defenses were difficult to curb, particularly in strange environments. Lord Voldemort was impressed with how the auror maintained herself when it was so evident to him that she wanted to draw her wand to defend herself. There was nothing here needing to be defended against, however, as they were all on friendly terms. Voldemort’s lips twitched with a small, momentary hint of a smile feeling Dorcas’ instincts go unfulfilled. He gave a small chuckle following her words, but what the Dark Lord found most amusing was not in what had been said but what had gone unsaid during their brief exchange. “Very good,” he said lightly, his words still echoing in the near empty room.
“Tell me, Miss Meadowes, are you comfortable in the role you’ve been asked to play here? Your family, your work, they can at times be in opposition to our cause, and yet they can also be your biggest allies should you wield them properly." She would not be his first to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic, not even the first auror he had employed in his battle against an unjust world. Sadly, not every skilled fighter could manage to deceive the Ministry while the investigation into the Death Eaters raged. They had already lost some to Azkaban, others to the great beyond. Deception required cunning and commitment. "You are skilled and agile, that much is evident. But are you also shrewd?” Black eyes pierced hers as Lord Voldemort awaited Dorcas’ answer, reading far more into her thoughts than just what her lips said. The sound of robes rustling behind them as one of the other Death Eaters shifted their weight could be heard in silence.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 24, 2018 1:10:49 GMT
There. That slight twitch. That little sign that he had noticed and enjoyed her moment of internal conflict as she'd gone against her instinct. It was so subtle but it was as plain as the nose on his face. Voldemort was there, watching and sensing every little thing she allowed. Her instinct to draw her wand was something she hadn't expected, it was something that had jumped out yet she had controlled, but the man before her, well now he had a small tell and he let her see it. Perhaps he didn't think she would pick up on it, perhaps he didn't care if she did, but it was undeniable that he was very much aware of everything she was feeling, or at least what she was letting him and what came out in sudden bloody surprises, so she had to tread cautiously, she really had to guard herself well without being obvious about it, although she could practically feel the tension coming from Rodolphus' ballsack right now which was entirely amusing, although she'd have to wait until after her little dealing with the Dark Lord to fully enjoy it.
She listened as he spoke, her mouth curled into a rather satisfied and intrigued smirk as Voldemort spoke to her. Her connections at the ministry and in her life were rather useful to the Death Eaters, there was no denying that. She was in a rather good position for various tasks that could need undertaking at Lord Voldemort's command. "Exceedingly so." She bordered on arrogant but without a doubt she was confident and her voice carried that, along with an almost brazen expression across her face. She wasn't someone that was afraid to hold a conversation with someone. Be it her boss, the Minister, or evidently the Dark Lord.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 24, 2018 2:23:09 GMT
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For all the fight she put up, Rodolphus easily managed Dorcas’ more sour moods. He’d dealt with them enough over the years, the most obvious being mid-February like clockwork but there were more than just the annual temper tantrum. He knew of three simple things to soothe the little beast; food, sex, and physical contact. Rodolphus had made sure before leaving the chateau that Dorcas had eaten, and he had spent the better part of the day pleasing her, so it came as no surprise that upon their at the old mansion her mood was visibly lighter after being pressed up against him while they had traveled. She was too easy to manipulate but it played in her favor today. There would be less hostility clouding her mind now that she was to meet the Dark Lord, and as Rodolphus stood at the back of the arch and watched Dorcas speak with Lord Voldemort, he was relieved that her tone was more prideful than spiteful.
So much was weighing on tonight, on this meeting going well. If someone had asked about his position in the Dark Lord’s ranks a year ago, Rodolphus would have been arrogantly confident, but since then his arranged, pureblooded marriage had dissolved into divorce, his daughter’s safety was at risk, his ex-wife had been murdered by his mistress, and his affair with an Auror had been revealed to the public. His life was literally unraveling around him. The chaos did nothing to assure Voldemort that Rodolphus was capable of remaining in his prominent position within the Death Eaters. He had worked more diligently in his duties to his master to make up for any perceived distraction his personal life had become. Suggesting his mistress for the Dark Lord’s inner circle was a foolish idea, had it not been so bloody brilliant. A long-serving Auror with deep ties to the inner workings of the Ministry, connections to blood traitors and the sort of scum they could exploit, with battle-ready skills strong enough to take down a psychotic killer spur of the moment. Dorcas’ success tonight would also be shared by Rodolphus. His position made more secure and his family more protected.
Voldemort complimented Dorcas on her looks and Rodolphus smothered a smile from behind his mask. He could only imagine the thoughts going through the sassy blonde’s head. Arrogant comebacks. Absurd mental pictures. Probably something sexual in nature, as well. Bella had had a thing for Voldemort, possibly even a physical relationship because Merlin knew she wanted one with him. Would Dorcas be the second woman Rod would lose to the Dark Lord? Not that there was anything going on between them that he could really lose. They fucked but that was mostly the extent of it. Aurora was growing attached, but it was to be expected in her mother’s absence and she was asking for her aunt Narcissa these days almost as much as she was asking for Dorcas. Any pretty witch who would play with her and spend time with her. As much as Rodolphus tried to give his daughter the world, there was only so much a father could offer. A girl needed a role model.
His eyes shifted over to look at the woman standing next to him, an attempt to somehow read her body language to gauge how the evening was going thus far. He didn’t want to rely solely on his gut instincts. He was normally confident when facing Lord Voldemort but tonight was different. He assumed it was because he was presenting the woman who had killed one of Voldemort’s favored few.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Dec 2, 2018 3:08:33 GMT
A wind outside began to shake the sparse branches of the trees as the night’s sky darkened. Hiding the gentle glow of the moon, black clouds rolled in, covering the sky and blocking out the soft light that shone on the grounds beyond the house. The ballroom darkened as well but it was only momentary before the thin witch who stood in the arch next to Rodolphus took several steps back and then walked purposefully toward the hearth at one end of the room. The sharp click of her heels on the floor echoed as the sound of light rain began to drum rhythmically against the window panes. Suddenly a burst of orange glow illuminated the room as Claudia summoned a fire which sprang to life in the fireplace, casting the room and its occupants into a fiery light, their shadows dancing beneath them. The Death Eater turned silently and retook her place in the circle.
An unhindered smile appeared on Lord Voldemort’s gaunt face, followed by a laughter the filled the room. It was brief but hearty, elicited by Dorcas’ self-assuredness. “Confidence, I do so value that in my friends.” Servant was more the appropriate term, soldier even, but people seemed put off by such phrases and he had found the use of ‘friends’ to be something more palatable for the masses. Pulling his gaze from the witch in front of him, Lord Voldemort finally looked to the wizard who had brought her. “I like her, Lestrange. You’ve done well with this one.” He complimented the pair for their small group to hear, but his words continued in Rodolphus’ ears even after his lips ceased moving. “Let us hope her feelings for you are not the only thing driving her to our cause, Rodolphus. And for your sake, your feelings for her had best not interfere with business. I trust you can control yourself. It would be such a pity for your daughter to lose yet another parent, after all she has been through in such a short lifetime.”
The moment of congeniality passed and the Dark Lord once again stood tall in front of his followers, his regal air regained. “You’ve proven yourself a worthy ally, Miss Meadowes, and I believe it is time for you to be rewarded. Give me your arm.” Long, pale fingers extended toward her, reaching out for her left hand, beckoning her to submit physically to him.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 2, 2018 14:04:57 GMT
Friends? Really? That was such an interesting choice of word for someone like him to be using. Dorcas thought she could see his appeal before but every minute with this man it became more and more obvious how he was building himself a small army with such deranged individuals. Still, he said he liked her and that was enough to give Dorcas cause to believe that she was to receive her Dark Mark this evening, however there could be no relaxing, not even for a second, for she had to keep her mind on things like the death of the Anderssons whilst eliminating nearly all emotion from the situation. She thought of times with Rodolphus, his presence in her home and her fascination with his dark mark. She recalled the night she first saw his dark mark, when he was summoned from her bed. She'd always suspected it was there but she'd never pushed on the subject. At least once his mark was uncovered she could start asking questions, finding her way in.
There was a slight pause but Dorcas waited patiently, something she could do under certain circumstances. She was asked for her arm and she raised it in front of herself, letting the sleeve fall back to her elbow before she straightened it, giving it to the Dark Lord, wondering if he was going to cop a feel of her cloak again or if he was going to get on with business. She hoped she'd get her Dark Mark now because honestly, after what Rodolphus had said, she was curious as to what it felt like, and she'd have been lying if she said she wasn't a little turned on at the idea of it hurting just a little in just the right way, though she would of course not react in such a way that might give away her enjoyment, however she was certainly going to let her mind enjoy it freely because after all, there was always the chance that Lord Voldemort was looking through her mind for her reaction to receiving his mark. If he got off on others being uncomfortable with it then he'd probably be disappointed with her reaction.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Dec 3, 2018 5:46:48 GMT
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Almost as soon as Rodolphus’ eyes moved to the thin woman beside him, she left the circle. Rod sucked in a breath, wondering if this was a sign of his impending ruin but Claudia simply started a fire as rain began outside and then rejoined them, apparently unaware that she was any sort of gauge for Rodolphus’ thoughts on the evening. Voldemort laughed, not the high pitched, cold laughter he’d heard when displeased, but a warm laughter. Genuine. Rodolphus exhaled silently, his shoulders squaring proudly as the Dark Lord praised his efforts in bringing Dorcas to their cause. As quickly as relief had flooded him, so had the Dark Lord taken it away, the man’s voice playing clearly inside Rodolphus’ head despite him no longer speaking. Unseen, thanks to his mask, Rodolphus’ mouth gaped. His breath stuck in his throat. Voldemort was mistaken in thinking he and Dorcas had any romantic feelings for each other, well, at least that Rod harbored any for his mistress. Her actions could only lead Roddy to believe that yes, Dorcas had developed feelings for him but the opposite could not be said about Rodolphus. Stood frozen to the spot, his world turned upside down yet again as his life and his daughter’s safety were once again drawn into question, Rodolphus couldn’t do much but watch as Dorcas prepared to receive her mark. He felt neither the pride nor confidence he had been feeling only minutes ago. Now there was nothing but a heavy weight pressing in on his chest as he watched Dorcas extend her arm to Lord Voldemort.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Dec 11, 2018 20:37:34 GMT
Dorcas’ mind seemed to open to him as she extended her arm, letting her cloak fall first so as to expose her flesh. The scenes shown to him were only confirming what Lord Voldemort already knew, and Rodolphus’ anxious mind further supported it. Rodolphus and Bellatrix had been a formidable pair in their day, but the wizard’s jealous over his wife’s passion for their master had created a rift in the once great team. Perhaps the connection between Rodolphus and his girlfriend would be something even stronger that Voldemort could use to his advantage. He rather enjoyed recruiting entire families to his forces, it gave him collateral should anyone entertain the idea of straying from the flock. Their loved ones embroiled in the good fight, it was rare that any Death Eater might turn tail and run to the perceived safety of the Ministry of Magic or that doddering fool Albus Dumbledore. Love was such an easily manipulated emotion, one that he himself was blessed not to be burdened with.
Pale skin exposed, Voldemort grasped onto Dorcas’ wrist, drawing his wand up with his dominant hand and slowly pressing it to her forearm. The mark seared at black ink spread across her arm, the skin surrounding turning an angry shade of red as the ink formed the shape of a serpent which slithered and coiled around a skull that had formed at the center. The mark shimmered with slick, wet ink as the snake settled into place, then with a last shiver it froze. The glistening ink turned matte. The edges of the mark burned red and swelled ever so slightly. It wasn’t enough to notice on first glance but were he to run his hand over her new Dark Mark, he would have felt the ridges of a fresh tattoo. Lord Voldemort’s eyes remained locked on the green-eyed beauty as he instead released her wrist and pocketed his wand. He gave a thin smile as he looked at her then turned his attention to the rest of their small group. “Miss Meadowes has much to offer our cause, and if her efforts tonight give any indication, she will make a fine warrior in the fight for our independence from the oppressive muggle world. Welcome her with open arms, as we would welcome all pure witches and wizards.” He turned his eyes back to Dorcas, a knowing smile in hand. “Celebrate tonight, for I have plans for your future, my dear.”
A single nod of his head to the woman stood beside Lestrange was their dismissal. A swirl of black cloth followed Lord Voldemort as he turned and headed from the room, disappearing into an antechamber often used as his private office. The door remained open as the witch and two wizards who had played as the only other witnesses to the event silently followed suit and exited via the antechamber, the door shutting firmly behind them.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 15, 2018 5:44:26 GMT
The way that Voldemort spoke suggested he was speaking to a much larger crowd of people. He was loud and certain and Dorcas wouldn't have been surprised if there were thirty other death eaters in the room, ready to pounce her for being an Auror, all hidden under invisibility cloaks. That never came, what did come was the pain Rodolphus had talked of earlier but it didn't bother Dorcas, yet at the same time it didn't exactly turn her on like she was fairly certain Rodolphus thought it might. She was just rather indifferent to it and soon enough, Voldemort was raising his wand and on her arm sat a fresh tattoo, a snake protruding from the mouth of a skull, slithering and moving until the ink settled. There was still a sting after Voldemort had released her arm but Dorcas paid attention to his words. Plans for her? That made her sound somewhat special but she was willing to bet he said that to all the new recruits, he was their leader after all, it made sense that he would have plans for his followers. She just hoped she wasn't canon fodder - that would be a real disappointment!
Voldemort and his lackeys left and Dorcas felt a little more relaxed. She turned about to face Rodolphus who was still in his mask. "This is the point where you relax your balls." She told him, heading for the door they came in, recalling the directions in reverse so she might get out of this place, wondering just what exactly she would do tonight to 'celebrate' although she really didn't feel up to much, perhaps she'd ditch Rodolphus and shovel ice cream into her mouth at home, that was more her speed for the rest of the evening.
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Outfit: This + the black robe Roddy got her, m'lord.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Dec 18, 2018 1:50:43 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Rodolphus was vaguely aware of what happened next, though if asked to recall it in detail he’d be hard pressed to provide any accurate information beyond the basics. Voldemort had marked Dorcas, it was expected. He had made a short speech, having a fondness for the theatrics of such a ceremony it would have been surprising if he had left the event without one. The others, Voldemort included, departed for his office, leaving Rodolphus alone with the witch who apparently held feelings for him. Roddy stared at her as she turned to face him, her mask gone and her features on display for him to easily read. How easy had she made it for Lord Voldemort to read her thoughts? What had she opened unto him that the Dark Lord assumed her feelings were reciprocated? There were only so many times he could warn her to close off her mind, but she was stubborn and purposefully defiant of any support Rodolphus might offer her. It was playful at times but infuriating in moments like these where he truly did know better than she did. Her training as an Auror did nothing to prepare her for a meeting with Lord Voldemort, but nevertheless it was done. Dorcas had been welcomed into the Death Eaters with open arms, she was marked, and they were dismissed. He really did need to relax his balls.
With everyone else gone, there was no need for his mask to remain in place. Pulling it from his face, Rodolphus tucked his mask into a large inner pocket of his cloak as he escorted Dorcas out of the old Victorian mansion. “What did he say to you?” Rodolphus asked, pulling the front door open and letting Dorcas exit out into the rainy night before him. The wind was cold but not strong, and the rain was gentle as it fell onto the walkway that led to the street. He reached for her arm and stopped her from moving beyond the porch, pulling her into to him with a hand at the small of her back and drawing the fresh tattoo up as if to have a closer look but really only waiting for an answer to his question. What had Voldemort said inside her head? What had she told him? Had anyone bothered to look on them now, Voldemort's insinuations might have seemed justified, and there was a very real possibility that they were being watched, but Rodolphus wasn't sure if he cared.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 2, 2019 7:01:08 GMT
Dorcas walked through the mansion replaying what had happened. She made sure to keep track of everything going on around herself but she allowed herself to go over the events that had lead to the now stinging patch of skin on her left forearm. Leaving the mansion was proving difficult. Getting out was easy enough but they were right outside the front door and apparently Rodolphus wasn't keen on letting her actually leave. They stood on the porch together, the rain falling just beyond the cover, the wind blowing gently but Rodolphus pulled her arm, capturing her small frame in against his large, well muscled body. "What did he say?" She repeated as he looked over her arm, "Were you not paying attention?" She asked, figuring perhaps she was wrong, perhaps his balls hadn't jumped up inside his body from nerves, perhaps he'd been bored shitless throughout the whole thing, although it really wasn't the sort of thing to be absent minded in. Dorcas got the impression through the layers of nicety that Voldemort put on, that he wasn't exactly the type to tolerate a little daydreaming in his presence. Dorcas was going to pay as much attention to everything she could while she was in the presence of those people, she wanted to make sure that she was safe. She had no idea how many followers Voldemort had but there weren't many there tonight. She wondered if everyone's initiations were that quiet or if hers was unusual, after all, she had killed one of their very own not that long ago. Perhaps her initiation might be cause for a riot among the ranks.
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Outfit: This + the black robe Roddy got her, m'lord.
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