arctuurusregulus:
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Regulus looked around, surprised that his cousin was speaking so openly. But the street was empty, or at least empty enough to talk so long as neither of them caused a scene. “I won’t pretend I know much about that kind of strategy,” he said evenly, as if he was discussing chess. Maybe he didn’t much like what’d happened, but that was something he was long used to hiding. “But I know that the system can handle one death and some broken windows. They’ll investigate, they’ll probably not find anything, and it’ll be forgotten about. But we only have one hospital, and only so many healers. A real raid on Diagon Alley, a daylight raid, is probably more than we have capacity to treat. I don’t think anyone’s going to like finding that out.”
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Shaking his head and kicking some of the broken glass up lifting it into the air for a moment courtesy of his expensive and carefully crafted boots, Rodolphus cared little about the repercussions of the attack on the lives of the people who lived and worked around diagon alley, he was glad to see the destruction had seemed to be effective in causing disarray and panic, but what Regulus was saying had a ringer of truth in it as well. “Oh they already know... why do you think everyone doesnt move a step without looking over their shoulder, they all know that they could be next, and that is exactly what this initial sample of destruction was created to do,” he spoke lowly so that no one else could hear him but the words were there just the same. “Imagine the outcry of need if the next attacks were focused further from the city? What if the next attacks hit more casualties, and inconveniently took much longer to get them to a hospital like this one... that would be a true and absolute shame, don’t you think?” his smirk gave away his true feelings on the matter, but he felt he could speak freely to his cousin.

















