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Post by donaldbooher on Apr 17, 2008 16:34:49 GMT -5
Donald emerged from the Leaky Cauldron's rear entrance into Diagon Alley looking quite smug with himself. He'd just gotten through shagging that ponce Finnigan rotten again up in one of the rooms. Only this time he'd left the boy bound and gagged to the bedposts. Smirking, he slipped down into Knockturn Alley, a certain swagger in his step. He'd warned Finnigan that if he kept following him around Finnigan would soon be wearing a collar and leash. Chuckling darkly at the thought, he moved through the dark streets of Knockturn Alley slowly. He'd been down here many times before and loved how enclosed and intimate it seemed to feel with the pressing darkness. I was like the entire place was a basement unto itself.
Turning a corner, he bumped into someone. He didn't know who it was at first, as he been lost in thought. The first thing that sprang from his lips was an insult nonetheless. "Watch where your going you bumbling pig. You have feet to walk with, use them!"
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Post by Rodolphus Lestrange on Apr 17, 2008 16:49:24 GMT -5
Rodolphus stepped out of Borgin and Burkes with a satisfied grin on his face. Oh sure, his pocket was a few galleons lighter, but it was the least he could do for them after the mess he and Bella had caused in one of their shops. The day was quite overcast so Rodolphus didn't feel the need to squint the moment he set foot to the cobblestones of the Alley. Dressed well in black slacks. white shirt and a grey vest, Rodolphus looked nearly civilized. Hardly like the blood coated menace he had been a day ago. And even the darker circles under his eyes had faded slightly. That night, he had finally gotten some sleep.
Perhaps this was why when some scrub of a boy blundered into him, this rare good mood that Lestrange was in, that he didn't immediately grab the whelp around the throat and toss him into a brick wall.
"Watch where your going you bumbling pig. You have feet to walk with, use them!"
Instead, Rodolphus looked down at the boy from his height with a cool glint in his dark eyes. "What was that, boy?" He intoned, brushing the front of his jacket off with his gloved hands.
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Post by donaldbooher on Apr 17, 2008 16:54:42 GMT -5
Donald glared up at the man now, realising who the man was. Though wether it was Rudolphus or not, Donald didn't care. "What I said is of no importance, Rudolphus. I thought you were another one of those pathetic beggars down here who only wish to be pureblood." Loathe shown on Donald's face as he looked at the people skulking the streets with distaste. Then he turned his eyes back on Rudolphus. "Though is seems by your...attire...that your doing alot better for yourself than you were yesterday." Sneering visiciously, Donald's eyes danced with hopeful malice. "What did it take to become so properly adorned? Tell me, was there blood shed? You know how I love to play in the blood..."
The talk of blood flowing made Donald's cheeks flush pink with pleasure as he imagined it, all that blood flowing freely as he licked at the victims bleeding wounds tauntingly. Forcing them to watch him lick at their bleeding wounds and savoring their last dying breath before the light in their eyes faded to the dismal gloss of death. "Do tell the story.."
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Post by wowposter on Oct 29, 2008 6:20:41 GMT -5
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