RODOLPHUS.
Practically staggering out of Knockturn Alley, Rodolphus could feel himself breathing heavily as his whole body shuddered. People had to learn to not touch or make assumptions. That was how you were murdered. Having said that, he could have been partly to blame but everything had happened so quickly to fully grasp the situation. His face was damp with red that was dripping onto his suit. He gave one more look over his shoulder at the body that lay on the floor.
Rodolphus felt a lump forming in his throat as he looked away as swiftly as he looked back. He shouldn’t seem so suspicious. His eyes scanned the area, hoping that nobody was around. He needed to keep this quiet; fighting like a bloody pack animal was not dignified enough. Even as he thought that, he felt something against his foot. A heavy sigh left his lips as he realised that it was his wand. Rodolphus quickly scoped it up as he heard footsteps echo across cobbles. He turned, fitting his wand into his pockets, a look of calm edging over his features. Nobody needs to know, he thought, I was merely defending myself.
“foolish... foolish boy.” lucius mumbled as he noticed the other putting his wand into his pocket, eyes narrowed as he approached the other, one hand deep into his trench coat and the other holding his cane. “what did you do? you’re not that slick.. and it’s not too dark around here... do tell.”











