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Post by Lord Voldemort on Nov 13, 2010 21:31:28 GMT
<The Dark Lord apparated into the hospital reception, his face crooked with anger and frustration.>
<His wand was in his hand ready for action, and dark smoke billowed behind him as his followers appeared behind him, filling the room with Death Eaters.>
<He marched with forceful intent, eyes fixed on the welcome witch, with an expression that told of untold suffering should she attempt any resistance.>
Potter. Where is he?
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Post by Peon Erupttat on Nov 13, 2010 21:35:57 GMT
*Bursting in close to his master, embers floating amongst his dark smoke as he apparates, Erupttat's wicked grin appears as he senses opportunity for violence.*
*He had informed his master that Potter had fled to St Mungos after the attack on Azkaban, so the return was expected.*
*Even if they didn't find Potter, maybe someone could be brought to justice.*
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Post by Welcome Witch on Nov 13, 2010 21:39:15 GMT
*She shivers at the sight of the most powerful dark wizard ever known.*
*Her voice trembles in reply.*
I... I don't know...
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Nov 13, 2010 21:40:32 GMT
<He puts his hand to her throat, but does not squeeze, he knows its position is warning enough.>
My subordinate informed me that he was here.
Are you calling him a liar?
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Post by Welcome Witch on Nov 13, 2010 21:42:21 GMT
*A tear drops from her eye.*
....No.... I... don't know...
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Post by Walden Macnair on Nov 13, 2010 21:43:36 GMT
*He apparates amongst the cloud of black fog, his wand ready to deal some damage.*
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Post by Barty Crouch Jr on Nov 13, 2010 21:44:00 GMT
*Apparates in with the Dark Lord, his wand in his hand, ready for action*
*Stands beside Erupttat, his eyes glinting eagerly at the prospect of violence*
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Post by Amycus Carrow on Nov 13, 2010 21:46:43 GMT
::Apparates into St. Mungo's just feet from Crouch, his wand ready, and eyes bright with a murderous shine.::
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Nov 13, 2010 21:49:46 GMT
You do realise, that should you have no information for me, then you are worthless to me.
<His grip tightens slightly.>
Do you take my meaning?
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Post by Welcome Witch on Nov 13, 2010 21:53:47 GMT
*More tears stream from her eyes.*
Yes... I'm sorry... yes... lord...
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Nov 13, 2010 22:08:23 GMT
<He turns to his loyal followers, keeping his hand firmly on the witch.>
Find the so called Chosen One.
And know I am in no mood to be failed!
<Throws the woman back into her seat.>
Check your records.
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Post by Welcome Witch on Nov 13, 2010 22:11:32 GMT
*She begins to scramble at parchments at her desk to find recent admissions.*
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Post by Samuel Crabbe on Nov 13, 2010 22:16:41 GMT
*Apparates in close to Carrow, a little nervous about what could happen.*
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Post by Bruce Goyle on Nov 13, 2010 22:19:44 GMT
*Apparates near Crabbe, his fingers twitching on his wand.*
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Post by Peon Erupttat on Nov 13, 2010 22:31:00 GMT
*Takes a look at the goons, Crabbe and Goyle, then shrugs in a gesture suggesting they accompany him.*
*They should do for cannon fodder.*
*He twiddles his wand between his fingers as he begins wandering a corridor.*
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