cautionary | r.l & s.s
&. rodolphus.
A smirk grew on his face at the wizard’s reply. Snape remained in a state of stone-faced apathy, clearly hardened over years of careful practice. Perhaps he would win Rodolphus’ respect after all. His easy compliance was expected, but still appreciated. He had a well-researched knowledge of pureblood society, although he supposed it would come naturally when you found yourself completely immersed at such a young age. Still, Rodolphus had no worries of any boundaries being overstepped by ignorance.
“As you know, one of the advantages we have in battle is our lack of moralistic inhibitions, but with the sudden introduction of this new, more radical opposition we need to maintain the upper hand.” He stated, a grimace playing on his lips. Losing this war was not an option; Rodolphus understood that more than most. His involvement was far too large to play off as anything but dedication and he knew, if it came down to it, his name would be spilled by everyone he currently called an ally. Therefore, he would do everything in his power to ensure a total victory.
“I’ve been working on some chemical weapons to give us the element of surprise. However, I’m in need of someone to mass-produce them and perhaps create others to truly give us the edge.” His triumphant expression returned with full-force. “You’d have access to the private Lestrange brewing room and any ingredients necessary, no matter the cost.”
♠ A SMALL SMIRK GRACES HIS FACE at the mention of their morals. Of course a Lestrange would bring that up; he knew Rodolphus wasn’t as... unhinged as his wife ( if Bellatrix could even be called unhinged ), but there was this bloodlust that seemed to linger over their bloodline. The grimace on the other man’s face was, however, surprising - Severus had never even entertained the possibility of a loss, but seeing someone else consider it made his eyebrows furrow.
The Aversio were a joke — they were incompetent by themselves, had no tact or knowledge that would give them an upper hand, and had proved to be entirely impulsive going by the assassination of the Minister and their odd little protest outside the Ministry. He supposes their unpredictability makes them a threat - he usually doesn’t underestimate something he can’t predict.
Severus raises an eyebrow at the mention of chemical weapons — times like these he wonders if the Death Eaters were more familiar with Muggle technology than they let on. It had potential to be a most expedient weapon — even better than their little nightmare spells. “ It won’t be easy or quick — chemicals and magic are a delicate combination, ” he warns.