[Death Eaters] Contemplating Vengeance

[Dale Matthews]

((Mostly for Juliet, but other DEs may join too))

The night of May 3rd, the eve of the anniversary of Voldemort's death, and Dale stared quietly up at the Hogwarts castle. He could barely see it, having to peek through a clean spot on one of the through one of the heavily stained windows of the Shrieking Shack. It had been several years since he had last been there, longer still since he was an actual student. He despised the school as much as it had despised him, and the thought of returning there would be unbearable had he not been so eagerly anticipating the light at the end of that tunnel.

A small part of him wondered how the castle itself was shaping up after being reconstructed since the war, but he knew that he wasn't a time for nostalgia. His plan seemed flawless, the first step on his crusade to cure his own heartache and rid the world of those who had wronged him. Failure was not an option here, Dale was not afraid.

Idly, he moved away from the window and sat down upon an old torn up chair, playing with a golden medallion between his fingers. He just sat there, staring at it for several minutes, before rubbing it counter-clockwise four times, the signal for a non-urgent Death Eater meeting. Responses to this form of communication were often lacking, but he knew at least that Juliet would always come, and she was the one he wanted to talk to anyway. Her dedication to the cause was one thing she had going for her.

((Took a bit of liberty with the "medallion" thing, I've seen it mentioned before, hope it's alright.))

[Adrian Dimitrov]

[/i] to do. The French Woman, known as Juliet, assigned many things for him to do for the sake of their beliefs. However, recruiting was his main goal of the day, for he has gotten messages from students at Hogwarts who were looking for a way to learn the darker side of magic.

Galen was one of these people. He heard of the wizard before. no doubt that he is some Slytherin member in Hogwarts. He seemed very.. anxious to learn the ways of Magic; especially Juliet's ways.

But just as Adrian thought of this, the medallion inside his right pocket glowed faintly in the mid-afternoon sky. Adrian could feel the heat from the light slowly rise within each second the medallion was ignored.

"Just who is calling me now?" Adrian wondered as he kept walking, trying to ignore it. However, this was inevitable, for if it was Juliet who was summoning him, there would be more... problems for him.

Adrian turned the corner to which very few could look into. He took out the medallion and watched the snake on it move slowly around the coin. It took a while until it gave him the direction to where to go. In a single moment, The head of the snake pointed to the right, the Shrieking Shack. heh, how typical.

Adrian closed his eyes. Slowly, he calmed himself down, and repeated the directions in his head to change into his Ahimagus form. His body shifted from human to a hawk Owl in only a matter of seconds. Adrian leaped up into the air and began to fly toward the shack.

By the window the man was standing by, Adrian flew right into it, and found himself in the center of the area. Still flying in the air, Adrian managed to change from owl to human. In this process, Adran took another couple of steps to slow himself down.

He looked over to his left, noticing a man; an old Death Eater. It was Dale, a death eater known to not waste a percious man's time. Adrian smiled as he saw him.

"I figure you have called for a reason, no?" he said sarcastically. "As we both know what Madame Lee does to those who uses the coin unwisely." [/size]
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[Dale Matthews]

Dale had moved over to the fireplace to prepare a small fire for his guests, whoever decided to show up. He heard the fluttering of wings behind him, and turned around to greet Adrian, clearly at his own leisurely pace. Dale didn't particularly like Adrian: he cared about their cause, sure, but his loyalty and devotion to Juliet was just as blinding. Dale couldn't see Adrian as being able to question authority. If there was ever a revolt against her, he would probably have to go.

Dale understood Adrian's importance however, so he kept his comments towards him at his regular level of negativity, which was pretty cynical in itself.

"Apparition would have been quicker, safer..." Dale replied, looking Adrian up and down. "And of course I have a reason, but I signaled that it was non-urgent, didn't I? You didn't need to come. I actually only really need to talk to Juliet, but I figured tonight would be a nice time for a get-together anyway." He sat himself down delicately in a tattered armchair made of red leather.

"It's been a little while since we've done anything really, now that we're pretty much done with the 'finding wands' game." he added conversationally.

[Adrian Dimitrov]

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[Dale Matthews]

"The Shrieking Shack is safe, provided nobody is seen coming or going from it." Dale replied, referring to Adrian's entrance as an Animagus. "And I haven't forgotten about Madame Lee still not being happy with her wand ((I imagine she would have one but its not necessarily one that works well for her)), but she's the last one, correct? And while that's all well and good for her, the rest of us can't just sit around doing nothing." Dale stared absentmindedly at his own wand.

"The French Woman, why do you call her that?" Dale asked suddenly. "It strikes me as peculiar and even a bit disrespectful."

[Madame Lee]

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[Dale Matthews]

((I think you need to read Dale's profile, Juliet. Dale was at the Battle of Hogsmeade, and has been serving under Juliet since their escape from Azkaban. His History is very precise. )

[Madame Lee]

((Modified. I am so sorry Dale. Late night, you know.))

[Dale Matthews]

((It's fine of course.))

Dale smiled suddenly. "Oh, always, Madame." he said. His tone was courteous and a bit servile, but it was clear to everyone present including Juliet that he did not really care whether she cared that they may have been arguing.

"We were actually just discussing your continued search for the perfect wand. It has been well over a year now; surely you've killed enough people to have found one suitable for your precious hand?" he asked dryly. Dale was of the opinion that Juliet was stalling for time and shifting blame onto her inability to find a wand. It was either that or no wand wanted her.

[Madame Lee]

[/i] with her?

But she kept the question stored in her head. Madame Lee did not want to keep the man waited. For that, she spoke immedietly. "No, unfortunetly, a wand has not come in place. I have killed, and slaughtered many for one, but it seems that there is no pain or death that could possibly hand over the perfect wand. For that I am, yes, still unarmed." [/size][/color]
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[Dale Matthews]

Dale turned back to his window, bored with the melodrama of it all. "A pity." He just wanted something to happen, and he intended to press Juliet on what their next step would be until she came up with an answer.

Several more Death Eaters arrived upon the scene, and the appropriate greetings and formalities were exchanged, while Dale remained perched by the window, looking up at the castle, his eyes glistening with desire and anticipation. Eventually, he sensed that everyone who was going to show up was already present, so there was no need to stall any longer.

"I trust you know what tomorrow is, Juliet?" Dale asked suddenly. The room fell quiet, and Dale felt empowered by the fact that they were looking to him and not to Juliet. He had no aspirations of leadership but took comfort in the fact that he could employ a certain amount of influence when he wanted to.

[Madame Lee]

((OOC: I do not understand. What is tomorrow?))

[Dale Matthews]

((At the start of the thread I said it was May 3rd, Voldemort died on May 4th.))

[Adrian Dimitrov]

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[Brigitte Deneuve]

The discussion of wands made Brigitte stroke her own appropriated wand lovingly. She'd got it off a witch who'd handed herself to the Death Eaters - most unwisely - in an attempt to save her daughter. Brigitte herself had killed the stupid Mudblood, and her daughter, with the woman's own wand. A beautiful wand it was too...of course it didn't work quite as well as her own original wand...but it would do. It had done magnificent work for her thus far.

"I trust you know what tomorrow is, Juliet?"

The room fell silent, and Brigitte gazed around, frowning. She knew that everyone present knew full well what Dale was after...yet none of them could bring themselves to say it. The cowards.

"It is ze anniversary of our Lord's death, of course," she purred, emerging from the shadows to stand near Dale. He looked smug and impertinent as he held sway over the motley group assembled in the dimly lit room.

"Why 'ave you brought us 'ere?" she demanded, the corners of her mouth turning down in distaste as she surveyed the dingy surroundings. "Just to...to évoquer ses souvenirs of ze Dark Lord? I 'ardly think any of us need reminding of what we 'ave lost."

Brigitte supposed she was out of line; technically, Juliet should be the one asking these questions of Dale. But for whatever reason, Juliet was not - and someone had to. Otherwise Dale would start thinking he was their leader. Which was something that would just not do.

[évoquer ses souvenirs means, roughly, 'to reminisce'...or more literally, "evoke memories of".]