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*It would've been easier to Apparate to Harpenden. It's true. But it's only noon and it's already been a long day, and Rose had needed to think, and when she needs to think, she drives. Her car is kept at her parents' estate in Dover, a solid 85 miles from the Mulciber's, but she makes the drive in a little over an hour. (The car is her baby, a birthday present when she was a teenager. It's a 1939 Triumph Dolomite Roadster - red, of course - and she loves it almost as much as the horse she also keeps at her parents'.) When it pulls up in front of the manor (doubtless the only car ever to do so, ever), she takes the time to remove her head scarf and sunglasses. Normally she doesn't bother, she rather likes teasing Damien with the whole cheeky-pin-up-girl look, but today's not a normal day, and this isn't a normal visit.

Rose never liked Severus. They'd been in the same house and year at Hogwarts, and she'd known him since they'd been eleven years old, but she'd never liked him. He was odd, and oily, and the way he twitched struck her as grotesque, and she didn't share her classmates' predeliction for the Dark Arts. But she had known him half her life, had spent nearly every day around him for years. He's the first casualty of the war to be someone that she knew, and she's far more shaken than she'd ever have thought she'd be.

She knocks on the manor's grand doors, purse in hand, perfectly made up as always but far more serious than she's ever been when calling here. And, perhaps most curiously, the pity she feels for Damien, the drawn and tired sympathy in her face, isn't even really forged.*

Date: 2011-09-04 01:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aurora-mulciber.livejournal.com
*It's Aurora's second glass of wine so far and she's certain a glass or two will follow before the day it over. It's been hard witnessing Damien in such a state, especially when his no good excuse of a father did nothing more but offer a pat on the back and a cigar. Embarrassing, really. Shameful. Yet she swelled with pride when Damien gave the cigar a sour look and humored his father with a disingenuous, "Thanks."

Perhaps it was silly to compete with her husband over something so serious. Perhaps not.

Aurora nearly drops her glass of wine in surprise when she hears the sudden knock on the door, but she doesn't hesitate to stride purposefully across the foyer and open it. The sight before her is a peculiar one. Well, Rose isn't the peculiar part, but the car certainly is. Aurora squints at it for a moment, wondering if that contraption is safe for such a young woman to handle, before giving Rose a small smile.*

Luckily, my husband is away for the rest of the day. He'd surely hex that thing into oblivion if he saw it on the property.

Date: 2011-09-04 02:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aurora-mulciber.livejournal.com
*Aurora certainly wouldn't mind Demetrius getting a proper hexing, and the thought causes her lips to twitch into some semblance of a smile.*

He's not well but I'm sure he'd love to see a familiar face. He was napping when I was last with him but he might be awake now.

Date: 2011-09-04 05:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whysosadistic.livejournal.com
*Mulciber has been staring at a crack in the wall for the past hour. A cigarette dangles from his mouth rather precariously and nearly falls out of his mouth when he hears Rose's voice. His surprise is still masked with lethargy.*

Come in.

Date: 2011-09-04 09:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whysosadistic.livejournal.com
*Mulciber rubs his eyes and scoffs around his cigarette. He slowly moves into an upright position, back leaning against the giant windows adjacent to his bed. His hair is in a complete state of disarray, a sight that is far more telling of his distress than he realizes. He scratches his bare stomach and takes a drag.*

Want to know what my favorite bit of the article was? Suffered a fatal stroke. Suffered a fatal stroke my left bollock. He was twenty-fucking-one, not seventy!

Date: 2011-09-05 12:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whysosadistic.livejournal.com
They'll get theirs, those Ministry pricks. You can count on that. I'll show them a fatal fucking stroke.

*The corner of his mouth spasms into a little smile, only for a moment, before returning to their sullen, downcast position.*

Date: 2011-09-07 02:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whysosadistic.livejournal.com
*He supposes the valiant thing to say would be, "What the fuck have I got to lose?" But the answer to that question is insultingly simple: Everything..*

There's nothing stupid about getting things sorted. The Ministry has been asking for more shit to hit the fan. It's just a matter of when now. And who. I'm sure there'll be a way to find out who exactly was involved in Severus'—


It's not just the Ministry, you know. None of this would have even happened if it wasn't for that Mudblood.

Date: 2011-09-08 07:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whysosadistic.livejournal.com
You know. Evans. The Mudblood. He—

*Mulciber carelessly taps out the ashes of his cigarette onto the floor rug. His next words seem more fit at a child's slumber party, whispered in hushed, high pitched voices through missing front teeth and sugary biscuit breath. But Mulciber has tobacco breath instead, and there is an air of darkness and vulnerability in his tone.*

You can't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you. Do you understand? If word gets out about this to the others, word that I knew...

Date: 2011-09-16 03:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whysosadistic.livejournal.com
*He takes a moment to mull over his words, practically grinding his teeth until he clenches his eyes shut and sighs heavily through his nose.*

We thought...we thought Severus agreed to be a spy for us, to spy on the Order. But instead he was spying on us, our side, for months. He was giving them information, important information.

*Mulciber hangs his head low and quickly swipes at his reddened eyes.*

And I found out and—you can't tell anyone that I know the truth. If You-Know-Who finds out that I've kept something like this a secret, he'll kill me.

Date: 2011-10-22 08:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whysosadistic.livejournal.com
*Mulciber leans in to her touch, her fingertips leaving behind a warmth in his core he hasn't felt all day. It's almost encouraging.*

Easier to go after the Mudblood first. I have to plan. It has to be perfect. No fuck ups, no misunderstandings, no sloppiness. It'll send a message, to her and the rest of those fucking morons.

*Then he feels something twinge in his muscles, an exciting sort of burst of energy. Epiphany. Excitement.

He shifts so that he is looking at her head on, eyes meeting eyes, and grasps her hand.*

You can help me, Rose.


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