Post by Trevor Williams on May 29, 2012 13:31:13 GMT -8
Monday, December 19, 2011
7:30 p.m.
The Lefcourt family had a history with Voldemort. Trevor had always known that. They had been amongst some of the first back when Derrin White had called the group back together back in 2008. Now, Rika Lefcourt had always seemed to be a little different, but the thing was that right now, Trevor didn't care. No, he cared more about other things, such as her sense of justice and the stories on record by her now deceased cousin, Annabelle Lefcourt. Large demons who had attacked the Lefcourt family the night of the battle exactly three years ago today littered her crazed drawings. She might have been believed crazy and had to renounce her "hallucination" to be but a mere coping mechanism or something like that to have been released from St. Mungo's, but Trevor had no doubt there was something to the story. Why? Simply because Annabelle had been so adamant at the beginning about these fierce predatorial demon-like creatures, and the body of Geoffrey Lefcourts had, from all autopsy reports he had read, been rather different than the others. The majority of the family had been killed by spells and were, therefore, intact. Geoffrey, on the other hand? His spine had been removed and his body slashed. There had been a slightly wider area that was designated a suspected portal of entry made by whatever had removed the spine, something a spell would not have had. It was all so strange.
Most of this had been gleaned the night before, which he had spent sleepless, his mind too busy with racing thoughts regarding his kidnapped daughters and the sessions he had had with the slave girl and O'Donnell to provide him any chance at rest. He had known Lefcourt, now Nikaidô Sayoko, had returned to the country the moment she had arrived. A tracker he had hired for such purposes following her decision to flee after fighting and killing her cousin in the streets had alerted him the moment he had spotted someone who matched her description and confirmed after some more sightings. He simply had decided to wait to see what she would do. After all, Mop Girl had not instigated the strange sword battle in Diagon that day. Her cousin had or so several bystanders had reported. Desperation was the only reason the girl had returned to his mind last night while he was sipping a glass of malt whiskey the night before in an attempt to make himself pass out. It hadn't worked, and going to the Ministry and perusing the records there had taken up the remainder of his evening.
At 4:00 in the morning, Trevor had taken a dreamless potion and a mild sleeping draught and at 5:00 this evening, he had awoken. Frankly, he had been surprised not to find Sienna here wondering why he had not come into the office today, but he supposed she knew the reason and was too busy yet to come check on him. Morgana would have been here the second he hadn't shown, but Sienna trusted him to act like the adult he was. That was something he loved about her, though he had had a moment of wishing she had at least come with food when he was sitting down to a dinner of spaghetti and bread, left over from about three nights ago. At least then he would have had a good meal and known she was unharmed. His paranoia had reached new heights ever since Saturday's events.
After his dinner, he had written a quick note to Sienna, asking her to send a note confirming her safety but not to come by as he would be out. Following that, he had showered and dressed in his usual tailored dress robes over a white collared shirt and a black pin-striped tie. Mostly satisfied with his reflection, he disapparated to Lefcourt Castle. Arriving on the grounds, he quickly walked up to the door where he lifted a hand to grab the knocker and knock. A resounding, semi-hollow sound could be heard, and Trevor stepped back so he could be seen. Hopefully this meeting would not be for naught. These "demon creatures" associated with the young woman could be useful for retrieving his daughters. He needed the alliance.