Post by cissa on Dec 21, 2005 8:18:01 GMT
“You realise that no amount of well placed hair on your pretty little head will save you if you get this wrong, right?” Narcissa screamed in the face of the poor, pathetic, grovelling creature before her. Cissa then released the chunk of blond ringlets she had been holding onto and turned on her heel. She took a seat in her chair in front of her vanity as the trembling girl came up behind Narcissa and started taking out her braid with shaking hands. Some people were so jittery, honestly.
When the girl finally finished plaiting Narcissa’s hair for the second time that night Cissa swept up from her seat, grabbed her sky blue silk robe and left the room. She went into the common quarters of the cottage the Dark Lord had supplied for her now she could no longer stay at Malfoy manor and got a winter cloak. She scribbled a note for her sister and left it on the table. With that Cissa left the cottage and took a walk deep into the woods – far away from headquarters – rather closer to a small village in fact.
Once Narcissa decided she was far enough from the headquarters to apparate she sent herself directly to the small farming village up the coast from where she was headed. The moon was high and the stars were bright – providing ample light for Cissa as she walked past the crashing waves. The tide was rather high that night – likely because the moon was so large in the sky.
Slowly a shadow began to form on the horizon of a small farm house – that must be what she was looking for. The only other structure within view was the barn that likely held the family’s livestock. Narcissa took the “putter outer” out of her pocket and clicked it once – suddenly the light on the front porch zoomed out of its bulb into the small container at the top of the device. She tucked it back into her pocket and mounted the porch stairs by the moonlight – gripping the railing tight.
A simple spell unlocked the deadbolt and Narcissa stepped into the house soundlessly. Her slipper style shoes made no noise on the hardwood floor, which covered the entire first floor. Skipping the family’s meagre possessions completely Narcissa slipped up the stairs to the second floor where the family of five slept.
The first room she came upon seemed to have white and yellow-stripped wallpaper covering the entire room with little yellow flowers. Inside were two beds – one a set of bunk beds with a little boy about five on the bottom with rocket ships on his blanket and pillow. A slightly older girl on top, likely about eight or nine, with a purple pillow and pink blanket with frills along the edges. She was hugging what looked like a stuffed bear and sucking her thumb. The other bed was separate but a small bed itself and contained a girl who looked to be a teenager. All three children had sandy hair and Narcissa could hear their shallow dream swept breathing as she stood there a moment.
Narcissa raised her wand and muttered three separate incantations “Avada Kedvra” each time and watched as a stream of green light lazily hit each child. A canine then walked into the room ears raised and teeth bared. He barked once before Narcissa hit him with the same curse and heard a man’s tired yell to hush up come from the other room. Wasting no time she stepped over the carcass and back out into the pale blue carpeted hallway.
A few steps away was another door which Narcissa pushed open to reveal a small room, pretty much filled with one large bed and a chest of drawers. Two people, presumably the parents of the now deceased children in the other room, lay quietly on the bed – both apparently having drifted back off after yelling at the dog. There was about a handbreadth between them – it was easy to see where the children got their hair colour as the mother had ringlets hanging over her eyes – the father on the other hand had short-cropped hair turning grey but that evidently used to be brown by the photo on their single nightstand. It was a wedding photo that had them standing there smiling – not moving an inch.
Once again “Avada Kedvra” was used twice and the house felt still. No more breathing could be heard – no more dreams were being had except perhaps by a mouse living down in the furnace room. Slowly Cissa gripped the railing and went back down the single staircase and out the front door. As she reached the front lawn Narcissa pointed her wand at the house and murmured, “Incendio”. Lazily once more a yellow bolt shot out of her wand but as soon as it reached the dry wood of the farm house the structure turned into a blazing fire. Narcissa moved her wand around catching different parts of the house before turning her wand onto the barn.
The same yellow bolt caught the thatched roof which almost instant caved in – it was apparently in need of repair. Suddenly the cracking of the fire from the house was accompanied by a flurry of sounds. Many sounds were indistinguishable but Narcissa could clearly discern chickens clucking and cows doing their “moo” sound. The doors to the barn were quaking as though a hard force was being pushed up against them repeatedly and they soon would break. There was a large crack to the right of Cissa as the upper floor of the house came down due to the devastating effect of the magical fire.
Narcissa lifted her left hand in front of her face as the barn burnt away. She clucked her tongue upon noticing she would need a manicure – the pale purple polish on her pointer finger was chipped. She would need to get that imbecilic girl she called a servant to do it as soon as she got back from seeing Bella. That girl was so shakey – it was annoying just to have her around.
Finally the barn was in ashes on the ground, the magical fire having eaten away at the wood and it’s occupants completely save for a few animal bones here and there but left the surrounding area completely as it had been. Only one thing remained glittering in the dust - Ezmerelda's Ruby. Ever so slowly Narcissa picked it up from the ruins and held it up into the moonlight – mesmerizing.
That finished Narcissa pocketed the ruby and apparated back into the woods. She would meet up with Bella the next day to hand over the jewel. For now she was too tired – she just had to get her nails done and go to bed.
When the girl finally finished plaiting Narcissa’s hair for the second time that night Cissa swept up from her seat, grabbed her sky blue silk robe and left the room. She went into the common quarters of the cottage the Dark Lord had supplied for her now she could no longer stay at Malfoy manor and got a winter cloak. She scribbled a note for her sister and left it on the table. With that Cissa left the cottage and took a walk deep into the woods – far away from headquarters – rather closer to a small village in fact.
Once Narcissa decided she was far enough from the headquarters to apparate she sent herself directly to the small farming village up the coast from where she was headed. The moon was high and the stars were bright – providing ample light for Cissa as she walked past the crashing waves. The tide was rather high that night – likely because the moon was so large in the sky.
Slowly a shadow began to form on the horizon of a small farm house – that must be what she was looking for. The only other structure within view was the barn that likely held the family’s livestock. Narcissa took the “putter outer” out of her pocket and clicked it once – suddenly the light on the front porch zoomed out of its bulb into the small container at the top of the device. She tucked it back into her pocket and mounted the porch stairs by the moonlight – gripping the railing tight.
A simple spell unlocked the deadbolt and Narcissa stepped into the house soundlessly. Her slipper style shoes made no noise on the hardwood floor, which covered the entire first floor. Skipping the family’s meagre possessions completely Narcissa slipped up the stairs to the second floor where the family of five slept.
The first room she came upon seemed to have white and yellow-stripped wallpaper covering the entire room with little yellow flowers. Inside were two beds – one a set of bunk beds with a little boy about five on the bottom with rocket ships on his blanket and pillow. A slightly older girl on top, likely about eight or nine, with a purple pillow and pink blanket with frills along the edges. She was hugging what looked like a stuffed bear and sucking her thumb. The other bed was separate but a small bed itself and contained a girl who looked to be a teenager. All three children had sandy hair and Narcissa could hear their shallow dream swept breathing as she stood there a moment.
Narcissa raised her wand and muttered three separate incantations “Avada Kedvra” each time and watched as a stream of green light lazily hit each child. A canine then walked into the room ears raised and teeth bared. He barked once before Narcissa hit him with the same curse and heard a man’s tired yell to hush up come from the other room. Wasting no time she stepped over the carcass and back out into the pale blue carpeted hallway.
A few steps away was another door which Narcissa pushed open to reveal a small room, pretty much filled with one large bed and a chest of drawers. Two people, presumably the parents of the now deceased children in the other room, lay quietly on the bed – both apparently having drifted back off after yelling at the dog. There was about a handbreadth between them – it was easy to see where the children got their hair colour as the mother had ringlets hanging over her eyes – the father on the other hand had short-cropped hair turning grey but that evidently used to be brown by the photo on their single nightstand. It was a wedding photo that had them standing there smiling – not moving an inch.
Once again “Avada Kedvra” was used twice and the house felt still. No more breathing could be heard – no more dreams were being had except perhaps by a mouse living down in the furnace room. Slowly Cissa gripped the railing and went back down the single staircase and out the front door. As she reached the front lawn Narcissa pointed her wand at the house and murmured, “Incendio”. Lazily once more a yellow bolt shot out of her wand but as soon as it reached the dry wood of the farm house the structure turned into a blazing fire. Narcissa moved her wand around catching different parts of the house before turning her wand onto the barn.
The same yellow bolt caught the thatched roof which almost instant caved in – it was apparently in need of repair. Suddenly the cracking of the fire from the house was accompanied by a flurry of sounds. Many sounds were indistinguishable but Narcissa could clearly discern chickens clucking and cows doing their “moo” sound. The doors to the barn were quaking as though a hard force was being pushed up against them repeatedly and they soon would break. There was a large crack to the right of Cissa as the upper floor of the house came down due to the devastating effect of the magical fire.
Narcissa lifted her left hand in front of her face as the barn burnt away. She clucked her tongue upon noticing she would need a manicure – the pale purple polish on her pointer finger was chipped. She would need to get that imbecilic girl she called a servant to do it as soon as she got back from seeing Bella. That girl was so shakey – it was annoying just to have her around.
Finally the barn was in ashes on the ground, the magical fire having eaten away at the wood and it’s occupants completely save for a few animal bones here and there but left the surrounding area completely as it had been. Only one thing remained glittering in the dust - Ezmerelda's Ruby. Ever so slowly Narcissa picked it up from the ruins and held it up into the moonlight – mesmerizing.
That finished Narcissa pocketed the ruby and apparated back into the woods. She would meet up with Bella the next day to hand over the jewel. For now she was too tired – she just had to get her nails done and go to bed.