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Post by Brandybuck on Jul 25, 2006 14:19:18 GMT -5
Draco
"Certainly my Lord."
He frowned slightly in Crabbe's father's direction. He could have swore that he heard Crabbe's mother whisper his father's name. What could be going on? he thought worridly. By the sound of things, the Dark Lord was already not very happy with Lucius...
He sipped from his firewhiskey with shaking hands.
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Post by Brandybuck on Jul 25, 2006 14:27:00 GMT -5
Vincent Sr.
Vincent excused himself from Draco's company as well..more of a formality than anything else. He was trying to restrain the smile that threatened to cross his face. He led the way to his library, and closed the door. He turned to his wife. "Let me see the letter, dear." After Isabella handed it to him, he read it aloud so that Voldemort could hear as well.
My old friend Vincent,
It has come to my attention that the Dark Lord has returned. Through means known only to me, I have heard tell that he is currently at your residence. I must admit that if this be true, I feel affronted that you have not contacted me regarding the matter. I would very much like to speak with the Dark Lord, particularily while it regards my son. Even if you and I have nothing further to discuss, notwithstanding a friendship that has spanned many years, at least give me the courtesy of an audience with the Dark Lord. I will be awaiting your reply.
Lucius Malfoy
Vincent looked to the Dark Lord, the smile now stretching widely across his face. "Let the butt kissing commence, eh? So, what do you think of this letter, my Lord? Should I respond in kind?"
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Post by Laurasia on Jul 26, 2006 15:15:42 GMT -5
Lord Voldemort
As Vincent read the letter to him he found himself angry, rather than amused. Clearly it was amusing to Vincent & Isabella, but the Dark Lord did not care for the arrogance behind the words. His eyes had darkened considerably while listening & he felt his mood deepen in kind.
"No Vincent, I would like to reply to him," he stated unhesitatingly to the question that had been asked. "Of course, I will need to use your owl & seal lest the Ministry become curious of the parcel." He walked over to the bureau & retrieved a piece of parchment & quill. Using his wand to Accio the letter from Vincent & read over it once more before writing...
Lucius,
I should make known from the start that this letter is not being sent by Vincent Crabbe, but from the one that you wish to have an audience with. You should know that your letter has...let's say, stroked my curiosity immensely. You mentioned that 'through means known only to yourself' you have discovered my whereabouts. Well I would be extremely interested in exactly what those means are myself. That way, I'll know who to deal with. As for your feelings regarding Vincent's failure to alert you to my presence...There were other things that were more important for him to do besides filling you in on matters that are happening within his own home. And about the audience that you have so graciously asked for...I will speak with you when I am ready to do so. I am currently still getting to know your son, Draco. Though I shall be retiring shortly. I am not quite up to par yet, so rest is a neccessity at this point in time. That being said, I'm sure that you won't miss Draco at the Manor for the rest of this evening. I am enjoying his company greatly, so I'm sure that you can understand my wish to keep him with me overnight. If you wish to see me soon I suppose that you could come over tomorrow & visit.
~ An Old Friend
He read the letter aloud so both Isabella & Vincent could hear. "So, does that sound all right to the two of you? This is your home after all."
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Post by Brandybuck on Jul 28, 2006 15:07:52 GMT -5
Vincent Sr.
Even though he could see that Lucius's letter had greatly irritated the Dark Lord, he still found himself biting the inside of his cheeks to keep from laughing. He feared that if he did that, Voldemort may get really angry. As he watched him writing the return letter himself, he could not remember feeling so gleeful...or so much in control. Suddenly, it was becoming ever more clearer to him that he had come far from being Lucius Malfoy's lackey. Indeed, if he played his cards right, he was sure that he could even impress the Dark Lord even more than Lucius had in the past. He may be placed with the amount of responsibilities that Lucius once possessed. Malfoy didn't even realize that he was digging himself deeper with the Dark Lord with his arrogance. The situation could not be more perfect. His wife seemed to think the same thing. While never being branded with the Mark herself, she was a very devout follower of Voldemort's, and greatly showed her anger to him when he had followed Malfoy into hiding like a puppy. She had berated him when he had cried "imperius curse" at the Ministry's inquest thirteen years ago. But she stood by him, and Vincent knew that he could probably not go on without her.
Shaking the thoughts from his head, he heard the Dark Lord asking him if the letter sounded allright. This was almost too much. Somehow, he contained the glee in his voice.
"Yes my Lord. I think that it is perfect."
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Post by Brandybuck on Jul 28, 2006 15:12:05 GMT -5
Draco
Sitting alone in the room with only his firewhiskey for company (Crabbe jr. had gone to bed a while ago), Draco found himself getting really sleepy. It couldn't be the firewhiskey.. he thought as he looked at the glass. He heard the sound of a quill scratching angrily on parchment in the other room. No doubt that his father had written a letter, and someone didn't like it too much. Draco sighed and laid his head back against the seat. I hope no one takes it out on me.. he thought.
Within moments, Draco had fallen asleep. The half full glass of firewhiskey that he was holding slipped out of his hand, and dumped on the carpet.
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Post by Laurasia on Aug 2, 2006 15:25:00 GMT -5
Lord Voldemort
"Good," he said shortly to Vincent before placing the letter in an envelope & securing it with the Crabbe family seal. He briskly walked over to the family's owl, though once he was there he made sure to pick the animal up gently. As he softly petted the animal's head he cooed into it's ear before placing the envelope in its' beak & sending it off. He watched out the window for a moment until he could no longer make out the bird against the horizon.
"He should receive that shortly." He spun around once more & headed back into the living room. As he was opening his mouth to speak to Draco he noticed what had happened. With a wave of his wand the spilt firewhiskey vanished from the floor. He bent over & picked up the glass from the floor. He went back to where Vincent & Isabella were & placed the glass on a table. "He's fallen asleep. Perhaps one of the house elfs can take him to his room."
He half-paced across the floor for a couple of moments & suddenly caught the sight of Peter Pettigrew sulking into the room while watching the Dark Lord cautiously. Suddenly finding himself irritated once more, Voldemort turned to Vincent. "As I stated in the letter I am tired. I will retire to my room now. Send word when you hear from Lucius again." He started towards the stairwell & felt the familiar presence of Pettigrew practically sewn to the back of his robes. He swung around quickly & shoved a long, pointy finger into Pettigrew's face nearly touching his nose. "You stay down here. You are the 'word' that Vincent's shall be sending up once Lucius figures out how to reply."
Without saying another word he vanished up the stairs & into the shadows of the upper rooms. One would have thought that he had vanished into the very walls themself until the barely audible sound of his door latch clicked closed.
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Post by Brandybuck on Aug 3, 2006 16:47:43 GMT -5
Vincent Sr.
Following the Dark Lord out of the room, he noticed that Draco had fallen asleep. As he drew his wand to clean the mess made by the firewhiskey, he was surprised to see that Voldemort himself cleaned it up. Vincent called for a House Elf. When it appeared, he stated simply: "Take young Master Malfoy to the largest guest bedroom. " The elf kept its eyes on the floor the entire time that it was getting directions. "Yes, sir." He watched as the elf magically levitated Draco, and then followed the floating form up the stairs.
It was then that he noticed Pettigrew hovering around the Dark Lord again. He felt a sudden urge to trip him, but then thought better of it given Voldemort's mood. "I doubt that Lucius will send word before tomorrow morning my Lord. Besides the fact that he will be insulted by the letter, he will be fearful as well. I will see to it that your sleep is undisturbed." As he stated this last sentence, he put emphasis on the word "undisturbed" while eyeing Pettigrew.
"Rest well, my Lord."
After Voldemort had disappeared up the stairs, Vincent turned to his wife. He now released the yawn that he had been containing. "Well dear, shall we call it a night as well?" She glanced at him with a playful expression which he understood immediately. He blew out the last candles before following her to the master bedroom.
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Post by Laurasia on Aug 9, 2006 13:56:56 GMT -5
Lord Voldemort
Voldemort lied in the silky darkness of the king-sized bed in his room unable to sleep, though very tired. His mind simply did not seem willing to slow down for him now that he was whole again. There was simply too much that he wanted to get started on, too much he wanted to check for himself, too many questions that were burning in his mind.
He exhaled sharply & flung himself over onto his other side. He needed to sleep. His physical body needed to rest whether his mind was ready too or not. He closed his eyes & cleared his mind. For a couple of minutes the room was silent & if one were to come in they would have probably thought that he had at long last fallen asleep. Then suddenly, obviously irritated, he flicked his wand towards an ornately carved radio across the room. The suite was suddenly filled by the soft, soothing sound of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata". Though Beethoven was a muggle artist, Voldemort found his works deeply moving & heartfelt.
As he focused his minds on the notes that now surrounded him his mind finally began to relax & flow with the music until slowly, almost imperceptively, he ceased to her the low piano chords.
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Post by Brandybuck on Aug 10, 2006 14:51:02 GMT -5
Draco
When he next woke, Draco's heart was pouding. The room that he was in was still dark, but he recognized it nonetheless. This was the room that he usually stayed in when he visited here. Trying to shake the visions of the nightmare from his mind, he strained his eyes to find familiar surrounding. He recognized the canopy above the bed. He saw the full-length mirror on the opposite side of the room. Looking in this mirror, he could see the fear in his own eyes, though the mirror was quite far away.
As he swung his legs over the side of the bed, he realized that they were shaking. He knew better than to try to stand right now..he was too weak from the nightmare. It was so real.. he kept thinking over and over. As he lay back on the bed, he looked towards the window, praying that the sun would soon rise. Then he would feel better...then he could sleep.
Maybe once the light filtered through the windows, he would forget the dream. He would forget..that Voldemort had murdered his father.
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Post by Laurasia on Aug 14, 2006 13:11:39 GMT -5
Lord Voldemort
The frilly sounds of Stern were softly swirling around the room when he woke suddenly from sleep. His head felt tight from strain, though the feeling wasn't orginating from within his own mind. It was somewhere else. Someone else. He stayed still for a moment & allowed himself to fall into the sensation in order to understand it better. His mind whirled slightly, even though his eyes were once again closed. Slowly a seeming fog started to thin from his mind's eye & he was surprised to see himself standing over a dull-eyed Lucius Malfoy. He was suddenly overcome by a wave of nausea.
Shaking the image from his mind, Voldemort arose from the bed & returned his consciousness back to his own awakened mind. He ran his hands over the coolness of his bare skull. So, Draco had been able to hear them in the next room. He had understood how irritated the Dark Lord had been by his father, Lucius, & his recent actions. He looked out the window over the darkened gardens below. Fear was a good thing, it brought awareness & understanding. Though it could also be a hinderance, as it could cloud Draco's own actions & words towards him. That he did not want. That was what had gotten Lucius into the current state that he was in himself. He sighed & exited the room unable to sleep anymore.
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Post by Brandybuck on Aug 15, 2006 14:30:03 GMT -5
Vincent Sr.
After enjoying a pleasant night with Isabella, Vincent awoke around five a.m. and realized that he was no longer tired. Beside him, his wife snored softly. He got up from the bed slowly, so as not to wake her. He pulled his robe off of the back of the door, and exited the room. Already thinking of his morning coffee, he began to walk toward the staircase to head down to his den. Just as he was about to round the corner, he almost walked directly into Voldemort. He was able to contain a scream, but a loud, scared sigh escaped from his mouth. He quickly recovered his nerves.
"Excuse me, my Lord. I did not know that anyone else would be awake at this hour. I was just on my way down to the den to have a cup of coffee. Would you care to join me?"
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Post by Laurasia on Aug 20, 2006 13:32:07 GMT -5
Lord Voldemort
He lingered for some time in the hallways of the expansive house gazing at the family photos that hung on the walls snoring slightly & the various objects that the Crabbe family had collected over the centuries. He stopped & admired the picture of a young woman with long, tossled dark hair as she slept slightly slumped over in an ornate chair. She truly was a lovely vision with a slender, graceful neckline that sloped gently to the right. The sudden almost imperceptible sound of footfalls broke his reverie & he honed his mind onto the person. Only Vincent Sr.
He smirked with amusement as Vincent nearly walked into him with a start. "Good morning, Vincent. I was simply admiring your ancestors is all," he said with a nod towards the sleeping beauty. "Coffee sounds fine." He started to follow Vincent down to the den & suddenly became aware that he was rather hungry even after all of the eating that he had done the night before. "I'm rather starved as well. Perhaps the house elfs can be roused."
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Post by Brandybuck on Aug 27, 2006 15:44:23 GMT -5
Vincent laughed as Voldemort seemed enraptured with his great-aunt Lizzie. "Yes, that was my great-aunt Lizzie Crabbe..one of our most famous ancestors, actually. She was known for casting love spells on unsuspecting mortals. When they came to, and realized what had happened, they tried to flee. However, this was the sport for my dear aunt. She simply killed them before they could escape." He shook his head. "Terrible what happened to her after the Aurors found out." He eyed the Dark Lord, trying to contain his smile. "It was said that she needed to use no magic to perform her art of seduction."
As they started down the stairs, he heard the Dark Lord mention that he was hungry. "Oh, the house elves would already be awake, my Lord. Isabelle prefers them to start at 4 am. That way, if she wants visitors by late morning, than the manor is presentible. I will summon one immediately."
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Post by Laurasia on Aug 28, 2006 15:21:47 GMT -5
Lord Voldemort
He listened as Vincent described Lizzie's favorite past-time. He couldn't help his eyes darkening a bit when he mentioned the casting of love spells on muggles. His thoughts strayed to his own parents momentarily...to his arrogant father sitting in his dining room, denying Voldemort's own parentage. He blinked sharply & cleared his throat to bring his mind back to what Vincent was saying. "She killed them afterwards you say...Did she have relations with them beforehand?"
His mind whirled back to the large Riddle House dining room once more with the arrogant muggles sneering at him in disdain. He felt an inner itching working it's way up his spine & took ahold of the stair rail to steady himself.
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Post by Brandybuck on Sept 2, 2006 12:25:50 GMT -5
Vincent sr.
He stared at the Dark Lord for a moment. When he had been describing his great aunt Lizzie, he had seen Voldemort's eyes darken. Vincent was puzzled by this, but knew to say nothing. He laughed out loud when he heard Voldemort's question. "Some of them, I am sure. However, I heard she used them for different purposes."
As he saw Voldemort steady himself on the stair rail, he reached for his arm without thinking about it. "My lord, are you allright?"
He heard a shuffling up above them, and guessed that Draco was now awake.
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