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Post by reaper on Jul 30, 2011 12:26:32 GMT -5
The encounter with Nyphamdora Tonks had left Reaper reeling with both excitement and anger as he'd entered Knockturn Alley. While it angered him that someone could be so blinded by 'equality' of muggles and wizards it was somehow amusing that he was easily able to get under the woman's skin just by talking to her. Reaper had laughed silently to himself as he'd walked away from her into the alley.
He now entered the dark gloomy shop that's name had long ago been scratch away in search of his prize, a pet cornish pixie. The deadly little buggars were said to have a high intelligence and could offer services to a wizard much like a dog was a man's best friend. Reaper fully intended to purchase one and train it to be a sort of familiar.
He wandered the shop aimlessly, running his hands over a few items, mostly books about pure blood mania. He was shocked to see the store contained several books written by Muggle authors, and then decided that it was more than likely for gag gifts. He laughed to himself at the thought of giving someone like Bella or Lucius a muggle written book. He picked up one of the books and looked it over before returning it to the shelf and continuing his search for a pixie. He was so enthralled in his search that he once again nearly ran into someone.
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Post by lucius on Jul 30, 2011 15:51:34 GMT -5
The times they are a changing. Of course the likes of Lucius Malfoy would never have heard that muggle song, but he couldn't help but feel the words rang true, years ago he'd sold many of his more valuable, rare- not to mention dark- incriminating curios to Mr Borgin of Borgin and Burkes. Now, with the change of climate and current events what they were, the dark lord's return, he found himself buying many of them back.
Of course Mister Borgin, despite his oily voice, hair and general disposition; was ever the shrewd business man and had attempted a rather noticeable mark up for such a transaction. Of course with more than noticable caution and care given he was dealing with Lucius Malfoy, not some shambling poppy cock dark wizard. His buisness concluded he turned with ever the elegance and stature that seemed a good measure out of place in such a "dodgy" place as this, as Hagrid would refer to Knockturn Alley. The billow of his fine pressed robes slight given they were tailor made to his form.
"With that. Our buisness is concluded, thank you Borgin." He'd returned a small coin purse to the inner folds of it with one hand, as the other directed his silver serpented headed cane. Likely this small thing was charmed with an undetectable extension charm so that he might carry more than what could fit within. Said hand then pressed to his sanguine collar, affixing it as he stopped before Repear, nearly crashing into him and about to give him a nasty earful of watching where he was going before his forget me not blue eyes had a flicker of recognition in them.
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Post by reaper on Jul 30, 2011 16:08:12 GMT -5
Reaper stopped just short of running into the man, his heavy black combat boots making a rather loud squeaking noise at the sudden stop on the tiled floor. "Lucius, forgive me..I didn't see you there" Reaper's mind cleared itself of muggle books and pixies' as he looked up at the man he'd known nearly his entire life. Beyond Lucius, Reaper could see Borgin carefully counting coins with that evil greedy grin of his a crossed his face. He silently wondered what dirty deal had just gone on between the two men, not for nosiness but more in fascination of the dark arts and items the shop held.
"What brings you here today?" Reaper couldn't help but let his memories of Lucius wash over him as he stared at the man, awaiting an answer. The Malfoy's were among the only people besides the Dark Lord who knew the truth about the night that Reaper's family dissolved. The two families had been close prior to that night's events. He shook his head now, attempting to rid his mind of the thoughts as he watched Lucius, silver serpent cane in hand as he stood before the younger Death Eater. "I'm in need of a Cornish Pixie" Reaper admitted, a small evil smirk spread across his face. "I've heard they're wonderful companions and can be trained to do a variety of things."
Reaper had always admired the man, a faithful servant of the Dark Lord, not nearly as close as the Lestrange's but close enough to be of concern to the Order. Reaper longed to have the same relationship with Voldemort that Lucius Malfoy had, if not the same as Bellatrix Lestrange.
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Post by lucius on Jul 30, 2011 17:44:31 GMT -5
The cold blue eyes of Lucius traced over the man then and he spoke with the same cold tone and stare that anyone would recognize, with a hint of recognition and perhaps warm familiarity if one knew how to decode it from this very astute austere old school dark wizard gentleman. "Reaper. Dragon Skin boots? I've a similar pair." of course his were less combat boots and more akin to boots for the more utilitarian needs and requirements of Death Eaters.
"Oh I've a bit of business, Borgin here has some of the more...unique baubles that a gentleman such as myself require, loath though I am to admit." Lucius was of course being purposely glib given that the specifics could very well mean a one way trip to Azkaban. It was ironic to look the lad over considering he no longer was a boy he remembered him to be, in truth he wouldn't mind his boy becoming such a man someday, of course that was with a healthy measure of hope.
His eyebrow quirked when he listened to the boy speak of pixies, he nearly scowled when he'd heard it, "Pixies.." having had experiance with them since the golden old days. He thought of his Defense Against The Dark Arts classes when the professor loosed a gaggle of the little buggers in the class, he'd lobbed a spell, paralyzing them after a good few moments of them tugging on his long blond tresses. He could remember a young Narcissa glaring up at him, the first time she noticed him. Or so she said some years later.
He place a hand lightly on the boy's shoulder turning him in the direction he walked in, speaking "We've had a few as servants. Horrid mess. More a mess than their worth. You'd be better off with a Basilisk my boy." whether he was being serious or not was up to Reaper to decide. As he pressed his silver serpent headed stave to the shoulder of Reaper it made it seem as if it might be but a casual conversation one might expect, that he was antagonizing or keeping him at arms length.
Lucius's voice lowered a bi speaking with a measure of propriety "You know.. if you ever require work- good work for a pure blooded wizard such as yourself, don't hesitate to ask." he'd known that Reaper was a rising star who always had desires to be a upper echelon Death Eater within the lord's confidence, for his part Lucius could use death eaters with brains rather than a sycophantic zealotry. A strong mind was often a better tool than a quick draw dueling wand and a strong back. The cold eyes that Lucius looked to him, anyone knew Lucius knew that behind those eyes there were wheels turning, he was plotting.
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Post by reaper on Aug 3, 2011 0:02:20 GMT -5
Reaper laughed softly at the suggestion of a basilisk..he expected nothing less from a fellow death eater. "Yes, I've heard they're quite the handful, but the things they can be trained to do Lucius..have you ever tried?" He raised one eyebrow at the man, giving him a sly mischievous smirk. Reaper fully intended to teach the pixie to leave his side and create mischief only to return once it had been managed.
Reaper raised one eyebrow yet again at the comment about needing work, he was always up for some extra cash. Being a Death Eater did not pay and being a known Death Eater insured that no one would ever hire, either. "I've done a few odd jobs here and there but nothing seems to stick..." He asked, his mind milling over the recent work he had done...his pocket was much fuller and the world was less a few witches and wizards. "What sort of work?". Reaper needed the money but more than that he needed the approval of the Malfoy family...as well as the Lestranges. He was already headed up into the higher ranks of Lord Voldemort's army, but a good word on his behalf would definitely help.
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