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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 18, 2006 17:49:56 GMT -5
Isabella kept her face cool and impassive as she entered the headquarters. When she had received the summons, she had felt her stomach drop to her feet. She had known, of course, that Lord Voldemort would return eventually, but she had not been prepared for the feelings of fear and dread that flooded through her when she got the news. She had tried to persuade Voltaire to attend the meeting, just one last time, but he wouldn't budge. In fact, he'd tried to talk her out of going herself. But she knew if she was going to keep up the charade a little longer and get some information, she would need to appear at this meeting or her cover would be blown. She put on her ice queen act, which felt more like an act than ever, and did her best to ignore the queasiness of morning sickness.
Walking in, she saw she was the first to arrive, and she sat down on the couch to wait for the others.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jul 18, 2006 18:16:19 GMT -5
Charles strolled into the headquarters and broke into a grin at the sight of Isabella. Somehow she looked even more beautiful than ever now. "Well, hello, Isabella, fancy meeting you here," he said, sitting down next to her and draping an arm over the back of the couch.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 18, 2006 18:18:37 GMT -5
Isabella groaned and moved away from him on the couch. "Charles, what the hell are you doing here?" she said sharply. "And you'd better watch that arm. Remember what happened last time you put it too close to me."
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jul 18, 2006 18:20:36 GMT -5
"Like I can forget," Charles grumbled, putting his arm down. "Damn thing still aches when it rains. Anyway, I'm here because I'm a bloody death eater, aren't I? He did call a mandatory meeting, and I don't know about anyone else but I don't fancy the idea of testing the Dark Lord's meaning of the word mandatory."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 18, 2006 18:22:57 GMT -5
"But shouldn't you be off recruiting giants or something and far away from here?" Isabella said, rolling her eyes. She really hoped some of the others would get here and soon, so she wouldn't have to be alone with him much longer.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jul 18, 2006 18:24:33 GMT -5
"Been there, done that," Charles said. "I got a bunch to join, but the others were more interested in pounding me into the rocks, so I left. End of story. What about you? Where's your little boyfriend? I really wanted to see the man who melted the ice queen."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 18, 2006 18:25:46 GMT -5
"Call me that again, and I'll dislocate your neck this time!" she said fiercely. She stood up and began to pace, not wanting to sit anywhere near him.
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Post by Keira Robertson on Jul 18, 2006 18:29:15 GMT -5
Keira had heard about the meeting and decided she was going to go. She walked sliently into the headquarters. Once in, she noticed Charles sitting on the couch and a woman, she figured to be Isabelle walking around. Keira decided she was going to stay out of the way and leaned up against the wall near the door, waiting to see what Voldemort wanted.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jul 18, 2006 18:32:03 GMT -5
"Ah, Keira, hello," Charles said, grinning when he saw her. He wondered if he could get any kind of reaction from Isabella if he flirted with Keira in front of her. But then he remembered the Dark Lord's penchant for sneaking up on his Death Eaters and decided it wouldn't be a good idea. Instead he sat where he was and waited.
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Post by Keira Robertson on Jul 18, 2006 18:38:11 GMT -5
"Charles." said Keira nodding. She kept it short and business like, seeing as she didn't have any idea when Voldemort would show up. Plus too, she didn't want to be caught in the middle of a conversation if he appeared.
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Post by Alastor Domino on Jul 18, 2006 20:14:26 GMT -5
Jake Goodwin walked into the DE Headquarters and saw Isabella and most of the crew.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 18, 2006 21:14:12 GMT -5
Isabella groaned inwardly at the sight of Jake. Compared to him, she actually preferred Charles. The only person she hated more was Erasmus Craven... would he dare to show up? He'd never been to a meeting before...
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Post by Erasmus Craven on Jul 18, 2006 22:46:36 GMT -5
Erasmus dressed in a waist coat and robes and apperated near headquarters. He entered and who should he see but his own lovely Isabella "Ah, Such lovely company we have tonight!" he exclaimed and walked into the room.
"Gent" he said and inclined his head toward the blond man on the couch "Lady" he mirrored his previous movement then walked straight to Isabella.
"Ah my dear, Where is that other death eater? Skipit? As second in command should he not be in attendance as well?" he asked raising his eye brows and smirking an odd smile.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 18, 2006 22:54:52 GMT -5
Isabella managed an icy smile, but inwardly she was longing to wipe the smirk off of his face. "Erasmus," she greeted, with a calm nod of her head. "I have no idea where Mr. SkipIt is; it is not my job to keep track of him. Mine is simply to show up when summoned. And I am not your dear. Kindly address me by my name."
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Post by Erasmus Craven on Jul 18, 2006 22:59:49 GMT -5
"Ah you wound my heart my dearest." he enjoyed seeing her seeth. Oh what a thrill it was! "I only wonder his intent Isabella." he said adding lavish attention to her name and how she registered it.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 18, 2006 23:03:22 GMT -5
He was standing a bit too close to her and this fueled her anger even more. Artfully she dodged him, which unfortunately brought her closer to Charles. At this point, even Charles was preferable to Erasmus. "I could wound more than your heart, and I will if you don't stay away from me," she said through clenched teeth. "Just ask Charles here."
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Post by Greta Weiss on Jul 18, 2006 23:11:38 GMT -5
Greta was dressed in a stylish green robe that clung to her bosom and drifted to her calves. her Heels clicked against the floor and spotted Erasmus enchanted by some floozy. She narrowed her eyes and walked, back straight and elegantly toward the woman, that she had been informed of as Isabella Rothschild. "Ms. Rothschild, Any pertinent news for your Minister?" she said coolly raising an thin brow.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 18, 2006 23:17:14 GMT -5
Isabella was seriously rethinking her decision to show up here at all. She hated these people, every single one of them. Well, maybe not Keira, since she didn't actually know her... but the rest of them were annoying the hell out of her. She turned to address this new woman, a striking and stylish older woman. "Nothing at all, in fact, I do believe we were concluding our business, weren't we, Minister Craven? And who might you be?"
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Post by Greta Weiss on Jul 18, 2006 23:23:35 GMT -5
Greta noted that Rothschild was a bit irritated, she narrowed her eyes but let a smile curl her painted lips "Really now?" she said tilting her head ever so slightly to the side to cast a glace to Erasmus, who had the shame to turn his head in a different direction. "My name is Greta Weiss, The Ministers' Assistant. You were a very interesting choice of a head of command, the dark lord must of had few choices" she said raising both eyebrows and tilting her head to the other side, "then again, you've served for more years than most, have you not?" she said shrugging a shoulder elegantly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 18, 2006 23:34:44 GMT -5
"I don't believe it is your place to question the Dark Lord's choices in any way," Isabella returned in a cool voice. "Nor is it mine or anyone else's," she added. She eyed Greta suspiciously, suspecting that this woman was perhaps even bigger trouble than Erasmus himself. "Nonetheless, now that he has returned, I am more than willing to give the command of the Death Eaters back to the Dark Lord, where it rightfully belongs." She found herself standing next to the sofa where Charles was sitting, and found that she felt safer there than anywhere else in the room. This was a very unpleasant realization. If only she could have persuaded Voltaire to attend one last meeting...
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