| Moira and Dolph |
[23 Jun 2008|01:25pm] |
Rodolphus looked down at the timetable on his desk. Moira Mulciber, then, was the name of the woman sitting across from him. When she'd owled for the appointment, she hadn't bothered to tell him the reason for their meeting, but he had no doubt she would share that with him soon. If she wanted his help, he'd have to know what it was she needed help with first.
"Alright, Ms Mulciber. What can I do for you?" His hands were crossed over a blank piece of parchment on which he would soon write notes concerning her case. "Problems with your vaults?"
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| A STORM! WHEE!!! |
[23 Jun 2008|12:11am] |
He'd just been to the pub where he'd had a lot of fun flirting with Merta. Now that he was all worked up, he took a shower, languidly washing all his bits, taking care not to indulge in his usual shower ritual.
Dried off, he walked out of the washroom with the towel about his waist. The smile spread slowly across his lips as he tilted his head as though listening to a faraway sound, a single finger rising in anticipation. And then, the thunderclap he'd been waiting for opened the skies as rain began to pour down, thunder rumbling loudly over the house. Rodolphus pumped his fists in the air triumphantly, grinning like a madman as the lights blinked on and off.
And then, with a deep, happy breath, he slowly made his way to his bed and slipped beneath the covers.
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| Dolph and Rosmerta do the flirting thing |
[22 Jun 2008|08:13pm] |
There was a storm brewing. He could feel it on his skin, smell it, and it thrilled him. Rodolphus loved storms.
Before locking himself up in his room to await his beloved, though, he figured he might as well get a drink or five to pass the time.
"The usual," he told the barmaid who was busy washing a glass with her back to him. He came here so often he hardly had to order unless he wanted something other than his usual firewhiskey.
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| A crow thread |
[08 Jun 2008|09:08pm] |
"Don't you fucking dare throw anything out again, do you understand me, Elf?" Rodolphus wrenched the door open and kicked the House Elf out on her arse. The creature had discarded a very valuable piece of paper and now he'd have to locate that wretched Muggle for the information again.
As his Elf rose to her feet, he slammed the door, knowing from experience that she had flinched on the other side.
That's when he heard it - rhythmic explosions on the outer wall. With a frown, he made his way over to the window and looked down to find his wife blasting away at the brick. One of these days, she's going to make a hole clean through, he thought idly. Of course she wouldn't tell him what was wrong; it seemed their relationship was destined to remain one of hurt and secrets. Clearly he'd done something wrong... and he would find out what.
He opened the window and then, after closing his eyes, Rodolphus let the image of the crow take over his mind. He felt his bones shift or disappear, felt himself shrink and the feathers pluck out through his skin, his face hardening into a beak and lifted himself from the ground and quietly flew out.
Surely his wife wouldn't tell him what was wrong. But over the years, they had built a rapport, he and she, though she, he hoped, didn't know it.
Dropping lightly of the tree a few feet from her, he cawed to her, hoping to draw her attention.
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| Character meme |
[31 May 2008|01:11am] |
( Character Meme )
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