Chance Encounter | Sirus & Rodolphus
Rodolphus read through The Daily Prophet's detailing of the new minister. For some reason, Rod had thought the ministry would continue to be incompetent, even if they couldn't be ignorant now. But he'd forgotten about the rest of the wizarding world. Outside of the order and death eater's, of course people would be scared. Now that they couldn't deny Voldemort was real, they were out to see him gone. Any sympathy and ignorance were swiftly taken out together by the giant attacks.
It was hardly crippling to Voldemort. The Death Eaters operated outside of Knockturn Alley and the middle of the night. It was an inconvenience, but it could also be a first step. Linton was playing his cards close, there was no telling what he was going to do next, except that it probably wouldn't be something to celebrate.
Rod pushed The Prophet away, having gotten his fill of the news for the day. It'd exploded after the giant attack, not just with the event itself, but with little things that were surely the work of Voldemort. Just the day before, he'd read about how a muggleborn who died of food poisoning has definitely been murdered. Like they cared enough for that.
He was just about to get up for a refill of his coffee, when he paused, catching sight of someone who looked familiar. "Sirius?" He said hesitantly; it could easily be someone else who looked similar. Although it wasn't as if he had much reason to talk to the man anyway.














