⁕ WHERE: Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop ⁕ WHO: Lucinda and @ruthless-rodolphus ⁕ WHEN: October 9th, 1979
An owl had come the day prior, a request to meet. It was a little out of the ordinary. Lucinda didn’t receive many owls - if any. Her family (if one could call them that) certainly didn’t write and death eater business usually seemed to be set up in other ways. Lucinda was almost uncharacteristically fearful that she had done something wrong. She managed to shake that thought off quickly enough, she had been nothing if not loyal to the dark lord. If she hadn’t, at least the others knew she wasn’t stupid enough to stand in the way of their business. Or so she hoped.
The meeting she had recently attended hadn’t been what she would consider a total disaster. The divides in opinion were made clearer than she would have expected. Lucinda had stayed silent during most of speaking. Observing quietly while everyone else picked at each other like children. Bellatrix’s undying devotion to dark lord and outbursts of anger had almost made Lucinda roll her eyes. Severus’s doubtful declarations made her wonder why he was even a part of the death eaters. Rodolphus and Lucius both vying to be the new leader. In all honesty, it was unlike her to have nothing to say in situations such as these but it was a dangerous game. A delicate balance she wasn’t quite ready to upset.
Perhaps that was why Rodolphus had requested her presence today. She usually preferred Lucius’s methods though she never said it aloud. Searching for Voldemort when they had no leads seemed counterproductive to the cause. If he were still alive, he would show himself when the time came. Lucinda wasn’t ignorant enough to ignore the call of one of the most senior members of the death eaters though. If he provided some sort of incentive, she would be more than willing to switch her allegiances. Her success was the only thing that mattered in the end.
Now, Lucinda sat in one of the private back rooms of Madam Puddifoot’s on their slowest day, waiting. Trying desperately to appear a little more high class than she usually looked at Dogweed and Deathcap. Everything with the others was about appearances and she desperately needed to make a proper impression.