Post by Juliette Beaucoup on Jan 17, 2011 19:39:18 GMT -5
Juliette aparated from Autumn's shop to a place not so unfamiliar as the backyard she use to grow up in. Vines stretched from under the ground to cover the majority of the white picked fense that bordered the back of the red barn and the main cobbled road which lead to the town. Crows nestled themselves in the trees, and foxes jousted across the lands. Such a road would normally be ocupied by witches and wizards, but not on this very night. Juliette made sure of this, because this very property wasn't unfamiliar to Juliette at all- it was her home.
Horses nayed and cows mooed as her heels clinged with the pebbles below. Some of the pebbles managed to find themselves flying off the path and into the grass, as the black fog from her aparation tends to blow thigns away. Other pebbles moved farther, for it was Dolohov and McNair that aparated next.
The three of them walked on the path and headed up to the barn. None of them spoke fo rthe first few seconds, for they knew that anything they say could possibly be used against by their fellow death eater as a reason for their failure. However, Juliette was bold enough to be the first to speak, and she spoke with fire in her eyes.
"You... You just couldn't keep it steady down there. I go upstairs for a few minutes to retrieve the object, and simply asked you to watch the door. How come that is so difficult?"
McNair spoke back. "Couldn't have been as difficult as taking a simple object out of an archeologist if that retchid dog didn't get to me first." Dolohov smirked with the comment.
"So I can assume that you are no match for a mere animal?"
"Can I ask the same to you?" he was, of course, referring to Autumn.
Juleitte turned around and pointed her wand at the bottom of his jaw. Her eyes widened, Her hair, which was in a pony tail, swifted across the cool air as Beacuoup's mask faded back into her inner robe pocket. "I should save the Dark Lord's time by killing you for your errors! Do you have any idea how much trouble we are in because of this? Because of your mistake?!"
"I was not assigned to retrieve the object as you were, Juliette." He was, of course, referring her as the leader of the trio.
"Be that as it may, it was you whom didn't keep watch downstairs. It was you that didn't kill our guest and the dog, and it was you that cause enough distruction down there to bring the whole ministry in our front door!"
Other dark fogs from above began to whirl infront of her barn and into the back yard. Being distracted, Juliette raised down her wand, and lifted her sleeve from the robe and looked at the mark. The Dark Mark. The snake moved across the sockets of the muggle's skull as a sign that the dark lord was here and she was late. The three of them were forced to aparate from their spot to where the red ferns grew. The Dark Lord and Jakob, no doubt, will be waiting for them there.
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Horses nayed and cows mooed as her heels clinged with the pebbles below. Some of the pebbles managed to find themselves flying off the path and into the grass, as the black fog from her aparation tends to blow thigns away. Other pebbles moved farther, for it was Dolohov and McNair that aparated next.
The three of them walked on the path and headed up to the barn. None of them spoke fo rthe first few seconds, for they knew that anything they say could possibly be used against by their fellow death eater as a reason for their failure. However, Juliette was bold enough to be the first to speak, and she spoke with fire in her eyes.
"You... You just couldn't keep it steady down there. I go upstairs for a few minutes to retrieve the object, and simply asked you to watch the door. How come that is so difficult?"
McNair spoke back. "Couldn't have been as difficult as taking a simple object out of an archeologist if that retchid dog didn't get to me first." Dolohov smirked with the comment.
"So I can assume that you are no match for a mere animal?"
"Can I ask the same to you?" he was, of course, referring to Autumn.
Juleitte turned around and pointed her wand at the bottom of his jaw. Her eyes widened, Her hair, which was in a pony tail, swifted across the cool air as Beacuoup's mask faded back into her inner robe pocket. "I should save the Dark Lord's time by killing you for your errors! Do you have any idea how much trouble we are in because of this? Because of your mistake?!"
"I was not assigned to retrieve the object as you were, Juliette." He was, of course, referring her as the leader of the trio.
"Be that as it may, it was you whom didn't keep watch downstairs. It was you that didn't kill our guest and the dog, and it was you that cause enough distruction down there to bring the whole ministry in our front door!"
Other dark fogs from above began to whirl infront of her barn and into the back yard. Being distracted, Juliette raised down her wand, and lifted her sleeve from the robe and looked at the mark. The Dark Mark. The snake moved across the sockets of the muggle's skull as a sign that the dark lord was here and she was late. The three of them were forced to aparate from their spot to where the red ferns grew. The Dark Lord and Jakob, no doubt, will be waiting for them there.
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