Post by Rufus Camoynes on Apr 16, 2013 15:13:15 GMT -8
What a day.
The damn school was swarming with guards, ministry official and other people who claimed to have authority and what not. It was nothing short of an insane asylum, a complete madhouse. And then that fool of a Williams decided to throw a new professor at him.
How had he gotten into this mess?
Oh right, like that.
Rufus Camoynes let out a low growl, a typical human sound of disappointment. This mess was out of hand. Something had to be done. Something that would put an end to this madness and would make sure that he was left alone by all this nonsense.
At least this day was over. He had decided to retire to his quarters, not really being in the mood for his usual activities. Rufus said his password and quickly entered his rooms. What was that? Something was lying right there on the floor. A piece of paper. Oh great, one of those imbeciles had sent him a little note. How cute!
It was probably important so he decided against tossing it out right away, but it could wait until tomorrow. The headmaster dropped the note on his desk without even checking who had sent it to him. Hard times were coming, he could foresee it without being good in divination. Oh well. Things had a way of going up and down, so this wasn’t really a surprise either. It had been a good run for a while, now all he had to do was to make sure that nobody from those nosey ministry drones would find his own little secret. And if they did, well, he could always direct them to this strange killer.
He felt that he was on the safe side either way. The ministry drones were, after all, just that: drones. Blind, stupid, retarded, useless. Drones, minions, worker bees. The headmaster plopped into the chair behind his desk. Temporary distractions. They could be dealt with. Maybe, just maybe, that strange killer could take care of a few of them. Or maybe Rufus could give them a nudge off the cliff. That was usually all it took. A little nudge. Gravity would sort out the rest.
Rufus opened the decanter which was also on his desk. Ever since this mess had started he had been a bit closer to this muggle alcohol than usual. He didn’t drink per se. He sipped slowly and he didn’t really like more than one glass anyway, since it upset his stomach. Alcohol wasn’t really his strong point.
As he slowly he sipped his whisky his mind was going through all the things he would do to these ministry drones and Williams minions. He could think of a few ways to end their miserable lives and of many more to deal with their corpses.
He would have to wait, but he wasn’t afraid to do so. In fact he was used to waiting. Patience was the key. Only fools rushed in and then got themselves killed, or worse, got caught and locked away.
Rufus’ eyes fell back on the note. He wouldn’t sleep for a while so he could as well take care of this annoying business. After putting the glass on the desk he picked up the note and turned it around.
What he saw almost knocked him off his chair. The killer... What... His mind was spinning. A dementor’s kiss for the snot nosed brats, they were no obstacle. Rufus could take care of those little buggers themselves. But the investigators... The killer could take care of them...
But was it the right thing to do?
What kind of question was that? Right or wrong were irrelevant. Only one thing mattered. Williams’ drones must never find Rufus’s lab.
Of course it was also a rather dangerous gamble. This lunatic could just as easily turn on him. Though, why would he, she or it? Rufus was in a position of power, power this killer craved as protection. The headmaster had something the killer wanted. Ultimately it all depended on the price.
The damn school was swarming with guards, ministry official and other people who claimed to have authority and what not. It was nothing short of an insane asylum, a complete madhouse. And then that fool of a Williams decided to throw a new professor at him.
How had he gotten into this mess?
Oh right, like that.
Rufus Camoynes let out a low growl, a typical human sound of disappointment. This mess was out of hand. Something had to be done. Something that would put an end to this madness and would make sure that he was left alone by all this nonsense.
At least this day was over. He had decided to retire to his quarters, not really being in the mood for his usual activities. Rufus said his password and quickly entered his rooms. What was that? Something was lying right there on the floor. A piece of paper. Oh great, one of those imbeciles had sent him a little note. How cute!
It was probably important so he decided against tossing it out right away, but it could wait until tomorrow. The headmaster dropped the note on his desk without even checking who had sent it to him. Hard times were coming, he could foresee it without being good in divination. Oh well. Things had a way of going up and down, so this wasn’t really a surprise either. It had been a good run for a while, now all he had to do was to make sure that nobody from those nosey ministry drones would find his own little secret. And if they did, well, he could always direct them to this strange killer.
He felt that he was on the safe side either way. The ministry drones were, after all, just that: drones. Blind, stupid, retarded, useless. Drones, minions, worker bees. The headmaster plopped into the chair behind his desk. Temporary distractions. They could be dealt with. Maybe, just maybe, that strange killer could take care of a few of them. Or maybe Rufus could give them a nudge off the cliff. That was usually all it took. A little nudge. Gravity would sort out the rest.
Rufus opened the decanter which was also on his desk. Ever since this mess had started he had been a bit closer to this muggle alcohol than usual. He didn’t drink per se. He sipped slowly and he didn’t really like more than one glass anyway, since it upset his stomach. Alcohol wasn’t really his strong point.
As he slowly he sipped his whisky his mind was going through all the things he would do to these ministry drones and Williams minions. He could think of a few ways to end their miserable lives and of many more to deal with their corpses.
He would have to wait, but he wasn’t afraid to do so. In fact he was used to waiting. Patience was the key. Only fools rushed in and then got themselves killed, or worse, got caught and locked away.
Rufus’ eyes fell back on the note. He wouldn’t sleep for a while so he could as well take care of this annoying business. After putting the glass on the desk he picked up the note and turned it around.
What he saw almost knocked him off his chair. The killer... What... His mind was spinning. A dementor’s kiss for the snot nosed brats, they were no obstacle. Rufus could take care of those little buggers themselves. But the investigators... The killer could take care of them...
But was it the right thing to do?
What kind of question was that? Right or wrong were irrelevant. Only one thing mattered. Williams’ drones must never find Rufus’s lab.
Of course it was also a rather dangerous gamble. This lunatic could just as easily turn on him. Though, why would he, she or it? Rufus was in a position of power, power this killer craved as protection. The headmaster had something the killer wanted. Ultimately it all depended on the price.