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Post by Brandybuck on Jan 11, 2006 4:06:05 GMT -5
From the outside, it is a run-down manor. There is a massive gargoyle statue on either side of the dilapitated fence. Where once, there was a splendid garden in the front..now there was only dead trees and tall grass. The house itself is an impressive two stories high, and it stretches far from left to right. The magnificence of the place is obscured by the broken shutters, the peeling paint, and the garbage that litters the yard.
Considering that there is a Muggle village nearby, all precautions must be kept. If a Muggle happens to stray to close to the house itself, they will suddenly find themselves very ill, or forgetful of why they had come. Regardless of what the Muggle experiences, they are forced to retreat by the powerful magic that guards the house. A Muggle could walk as far as where the broken stone path begins..then the magic takes effect. ________________
Upon entering the manor, one finds a complete opposite in appearance. Instead of a seemingly despairing empty shell, you are transported into a glamorous entrance hall. There is a 2 ton candle chandelier that hangs overhead. The furniture throughout the house is made of the best cedar and redwood in the Wizarding world. The staircases are pure marble. There are ivory statues dating from the Renaissance period throughout the main floor. Though not as luxurious as Malfoy Manor, it is still a very appropriate setting for the upper class of the Wizarding world to attend. This first floor holds the entrance hall, the living roomthe dining room, the kitchen, 3 large bathrooms, a parlor, the study, the library, and various walk in closets.
Upstairs are where the bedrooms are located..totalling eight in all. One for the mistress and manor of the house, which is a very large suite with private bathroom. One for their son, which is also quite large with it's own bathroom. The remaining six are guestrooms of various sizes. It would depend on the social status of the guest that would deem what size room they would be staying in.
To enter the estate, it is usually proper for visitors (witches and wizards only!) to use the front door. Knocek and wait to be admitted. Close friends of the family may from time to time be permitted to use the large floo that is in the living room. Family members use the floo or Apparate.
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Post by Brandybuck on Jan 11, 2006 4:17:34 GMT -5
It was into the living room that Vincent apparated. He startled his wife Isabella, for she gave a small yelp when he arrived. He laughed and walked over and kissed her. "Sweetie, have the house elves fix up our best guestroom! He have a very special guest arriving shortly." He could not keep the smile off of his face. Imagine..the Dark Lord would be staying with them rather than at Malfoy Manor. It was almost too funny.
Isabella looked at him quizzically. "What special guest? " Vincent took her by the shoulders. "The Dark Lord himself." She looked stunned, which was understandable. "I know..I can hardly believe it myself, but it is true. I offered to let him stay here until he regains full strength and power, and he accepted!"
A smile was forming on Isabella's face as he relayed the story. "Truly!? You are not jesting?"
"No I am not jesting. Now hurry..tell the house elves to be quick about it. I am not sure as to when they will arrive."Vincent explained.
"They," she asked.
"Oh I forgot." Vincent's eyes became darker for a moment. "Peter Pettigrew..little worm that he is, will have to stay with us as well. I know that he possesses few uses, but our Master still has need of him. Therefore, I informed him that he could stay in the basement. Not luxurious down there by any means, but it is quite comfortable."
Isabella's face scrunched up in a scowl. "Pettigrew, eh?" She sighed. "Oh well, small price to pay when all is considered. The Dark Lord is staying with us after all." She smacked her hands once, and a house elf instantly appeared at her side. "Yes mistress?" the shaking creature asked.
"Prepare the master guest suite on the second floor! And make sure that there are plenty of towels next to the sauna in the bathroom attached to the suite!" She narrowed her eyes at the quivering elf. "Everything had BETTER be perfect..or else."
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Post by Laurasia on Jan 12, 2006 18:49:35 GMT -5
Moments later there was a loud popping sound as Voldemort apparated into the room with Pettigrew close behind him. Without a moments hesitation or uttering a single word the Dark Lord seemed to float across the room & took Isabella's hand in his. He closed his eyes & gently placed a kiss on the back of her hand. "Isabella. Still lovely I see."
He stood upright once more & took in his surroundings cooly. Focusing his attention on Vincent he smiled. "Vincent. Thank you again for having me. I'm sorry that I came so shortly, but I was no longer able to sleep in that house."
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Post by Brandybuck on Jan 12, 2006 20:26:53 GMT -5
Vincent jumped, and Isabella shrieked as a loud popping noise was heard. Vincent was happy to see that it was the Dark Lord, as well as the miserable rat trailing behind him. He watched as the Dark Lord kissed his wife's hand..Isabella blushed at the compliment and bowed. Remembering his manners, Vincent bowed as well.
"Welcome my Lord." He waved his hand and a bottle of firewhiskey flew onto the table next to him. Taking four goblets, he poured each of them a glass. He handed the Dark Lord his with most reverence. "My Lord, please be seated." He handed Pettigrew his glass while snarling. "Don't drink it all at once."
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Post by Laurasia on Jan 14, 2006 19:10:15 GMT -5
Voldemort laughed quite abruptly at Vincent's sudden change in demeanor when addressing Peter. He took the glass & sat in one smooth movement. Pettigrew on the other hand had made no move to sit & was instead eyeing Vincent angrily. "Sit," Voldemort said shortly. Suddenly Peter became aware of his surroundings once more & scurried to sit at his masters' feet.
Rolling his eyes & sighing slightly Voldemort stared for a moment at the back of his head. "Not on the floor Peter. Sit in a chair." The little man quickly got up with some apologetic mumblings & sat in the chair nearest to Voldemort.
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Post by Brandybuck on Jan 15, 2006 16:31:42 GMT -5
Vincent could not hold it in. When he saw the rat sit on the floor at Voldemort's feet, he spat his firewhiskey on the floor. His wife glared at him. He smiled.
"Honey, I will get it." He pointed his wand at the floor. "Scourgify!"
He looked to Voldemort. "Excuse my manners, my Lord. I just found that terribly amusing. Would you like something to eat?"
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Post by Laurasia on Jan 15, 2006 20:16:16 GMT -5
Voldemort smiled darkly. "Yes, Vincent that would be very nice. What's on the menu tonight?"
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Post by Brandybuck on Jan 17, 2006 16:29:31 GMT -5
Vincent knew that his response would impress the Dark Lord.
"Prime rib..with many side dishes of course." He smiled. "Of course, if you would prefer something different, it can be arranged." Knowing full well that the Dark Lord tended to favor ribs..he knew that he would not want anything else. He hoped that Voldemort did not get angry at his teasing.
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Post by Laurasia on Jan 17, 2006 22:10:43 GMT -5
Voldemort chuckled sharply. "No, no. no need for that. Prime rib sounds wonderful. It's been some time since I've been able to...appreciate certain tastes fully. I look forward to getting reacquainted with such sensations & simple pleasures." He rose, & with a flick of his wand, caused Pettigrew to rise as well.
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Post by Brandybuck on Jan 18, 2006 13:54:11 GMT -5
Vincent nodded, and ordered the house elves to begin preparing the meal.
He refilled the Dark Lord's firewhiskey, while laughing as Pettigrew was forced to stand.
"This will not take long my Lord. Let us go sit in the dining room and begin the first course."
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Post by Laurasia on Jan 18, 2006 16:27:48 GMT -5
Voldemort nodded as Vincent refilled his drink & suggested that they move into the dining room. "Very good. Peter...try to keep up & don't linger," he remarked with a sneer. The man was more rat-like than even most people realized & the Dark Lord did not think that thievery was above him.
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Post by Brandybuck on Jan 19, 2006 15:45:48 GMT -5
As they entered the dining room, he looked to the house elf. "Show our Lord where his seat is." The elf took that as a cue to pull the chair out for Voldemort,which happened to be at the head of the table, as well for making a glass of red wine appear before him.
After they were all seated, the first course appeared on the table. There were many variety's of salads, soups and other appetizers. He realized that Peter was reaching for food without using the proper food tongs to do so. "Pettigrew, please use proper dining manners..if you don't mind!" He glared at him. "In this house, we do not place our hands all over the food while it is still in the serving dishes. Onced it is on your own plate, I do not care how you eat it."
Realizing that he had made a scene in front of the Dark Lord, he looked to him apologetically. "I am sorry my Lord..pet peeve."
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Post by Laurasia on Jan 19, 2006 19:40:38 GMT -5
Voldemort let himself be taken to the head of the table by the house elf & sat down silently. As he was helping himself to some salad he also noticed Pettigrews' manners. He was just about to speak up when Vincent beat him to it.
Waving his hand to Vincent dismissively, he handed his wand to Peter. "Here, use this if you must. But be careful. Afterall my wand is a vastly more powerful tool than you are accustomed to working with."
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Post by Brandybuck on Jan 20, 2006 15:17:51 GMT -5
Vincent smirked and glanced to his wife. Isabella was biting the sides of her cheeks to keep from laughing. Clearly, she thought that any outburst on her part would be completely inappropriate in front of such a distinguished guest as the Dark Lord.
Vincent watched warily as Pettigrew handled Voldemort's wand. He seemed to be in love with it the way he carressed it.
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Post by Laurasia on Jan 20, 2006 19:50:20 GMT -5
Voldemort looked on ever impatiently as Peter fondled his wand admiringly. "Well, Peter? Have your forgotten how to use it? Get the food on your plate & be done with it," he virtually hissed.
Startled, Peter Accio'd a helping of salad to his plate & placed the wand upon his lap. Raising an eyebrow, Voldemort held out his hand expectantly. "That's not the proper placefor my wand now is it? Hand it to me."
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