WHERE: Lestrange Mansion WHEN: 9 August; evening WHO: @moondrunken
The quill dropped onto his desk with a soft thud. He’d been staring at the parchment before him for hours, and was growing tired of getting precisely nowhere. A quick check of the rolex on his wrist had him giving up the endeavour and rising to full height. His bones cracking from stiffness that came with lack of movement for so long. It was getting late, and Rodolphus was expecting company. A parchment of a different kind had left his study at the beginning of the evening; his snowy owl having delivered a message to his right hand man to meet him here tonight.
It was short and sweet, “The study at midnight. - R.”
11:59... Fenrir would be here any second. Fen wasn’t one for tardiness, a trait Rod truly appreciated. Striding across the room, he paused at the drink cart beside the roaring fire that lit his study. Lining up two crystal glasses before picking up the whiskey. The sound of neck of the bottle tapping the rim of the glass as he poured the deep amber liquid broke the silence in the room. Filling one and then the other in anticipation...
