Seraphina's Cottage[6]

[Augustus Rookwood]

I'd mind your attitude Lestrange....after all what happened last team clearly showed you were a weak servant.

*Rookwood hissed, fairly not in the mood*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*stands rigidly as Lestrange approaches, wary of him, but appears cool and calm*

*shoots a quick glance at her godfather as he retorts back at the other DE, remaining silent*

[mcGivney]

Oh....all hail, pathetic creature of dirt.

*He laughed, placing his hands in his pocket*

[Augustus Rookwood]

*Rookwood felt a bolt of anger, and lunged after Rabastan, but felt something holding him back*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*grabs hold of his cloak as he begins to lunge for his comrade*

*hisses at him*

Don't let him get to you!

*glares at Lestrange*

Why don't you get lost? Find another hole in the ground to hide in, since you seem to be so comfortable with dirt.

[mcGivney]

Oh.....look who's talking, Rookie's pathetic sidekick...cant even keep a victim from escaping. No, your just another lousy, biased scumbug...

*Rabastan folded his arms over his chest*

[Augustus Rookwood]

*Rookwood broke free sheer hatred and anger, and tackled Rabastan, punching him left and right in the face, he clutched Rabastan's throat tightly, choking him*

Pinned again Lestrange......the Dark Lord wont be happy about this.

*He said dangerously, quickly grabbing Rabastan's wand and throwing it out of reach*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*summons Lestrange's wand into her hand as it's tossed aside*

*cries out*

Rook, that's enough!

[mcGivney]

*Gasping for breath, blood dripping down his face, he could feel that his nose was broken, he tried tearing Rookwood's hand off his throat, but could hardly breath, feeling his scar around his neck re-open, tried kicking, didnt help.*

[Augustus Rookwood]

*Rookwood further tightened his grip, shaking from the anger*

Never.....talk to Seraph like that again!

*Full anger, and threat filling his voice, he slammed Rabastans throat down, before finally letting go, and backing off*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*pales as she watches them struggle, having never seen Rookwood so angry, not even when he'd learned of her failure this morning*

*keeps a firm grip on Lestrange's wand even when Rookwood backs off, inwardly sighing in relief*

*thinks*

Maybe they won't attempt to kill each other, after all...

[mcGivney]

*Rabastan rolled face down onto the ground, coughing*

You....can...kill...with...that...grip!

*He coughed words in between, slowly regaining his oxygen, not mad or anything*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*huffs under her breath*

_{Another Legilimens. Wonderful.}

*hisses sideways to Rookwood*

Legilimens or Occlumens might be more helpful to me than the Cruciatus curse at this point....

*straightens as she speaks coldly to Lestrange*

I want you off my porch, and don't ever come here again. And don't you dare insult my godfather.

[Augustus Rookwood]

*Rookwood held onto Seraphina, looking at Rabastan*

Give him back his wand....

*He shook his head*

If you ever come back...I will kill you....

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*inwardly growls at Rookwood's command, glaring at Lestrange for a moment before tossing his wand to him*

*remains unmoving, waiting for a sudden jinx, a curse, anything*