Post by Rufus Camoynes on Oct 20, 2012 13:23:21 GMT -8
December 28, evening
Pacing.
Wondering.
Thinking.
Worrying.
More pacing.
Finding conclusions.
Finding answers.
No.
Not really.
The sudden appearance of a folder hadn’t really startled him. The photos had been a surprise. The letter itself, not really startling either. The contents on the other hand...
It wasn’t so much that, whoever had written this, basically promised him to do it better next time, whatever that meant. It was the fact that this person claimed to know about his experiments in the dungeons. And that was utterly unacceptable. The insanity of it! Who could even get past all his defenses and security measures? It was impossible!
Or so he had thought.
Of course, the idea of someone actually getting in there was completely preposterous. Nobody could get in there. But what if... Rufus knew too well that there was no such thing as 100% security. If someone was good enough he could do it. Though that would have meant that there was someone better than him and that was pretty much impossible, or so he had always believed, at least until they had caught him and locked him into Azkaban.
Nevertheless, they had been lucky back then. This was different. He stopped and turned back to his desk. The letter made him feel threatened. But there was more to the whole thing. The headmaster reached for one of the pictures and picked it up. No, there was a lot more. He had heard of the grisly murders down in Hogsmeade and he had felt somewhat despondent because nobody had bothered to involve him in the investigation, after all he brought some very exclusive knowledge that could have been useful.
As he looked at the carnage in the picture he thought of it again. This was not a mindless fool who simply cut up people and then just dumped them somewhere. No, this was indeed different. Whoever the brain behind this was had his own ideas of how to... decorate... a town for Christmas. That was what Rufus saw in it. Christmas decorations. There was a bit too much blood for his personal tastes, in fact he disliked the very distinct metallic smell of it, but apart from that...
Rufus couldn’t prevent himself from feeling a certain admiration for whoever had done this. It was... artistic. There was an intellect behind it. Brilliance. No, this was no mindless butcher. This was the work of a genius. A kindred spirit perhaps?
No, no, no, no! A threat to his lab was exactly that: a threat. Someone on the same side wouldn’t make any threats!
This was confusing!
Rufus dropped the picture back on the desk and sighed. It was more than just confusing. It was frustrating and it was somewhat insane, which was kind of funny coming from someone like him. His own record was hardly sane, by mundane standards. Still, the headmaster couldn’t shake off this feeling. The threat to the lab was one thing, but the genius behind these... pieces of art... It sent a shiver down his spine. It was just...
“Brilliant...”
Pacing.
Wondering.
Thinking.
Worrying.
More pacing.
Finding conclusions.
Finding answers.
No.
Not really.
The sudden appearance of a folder hadn’t really startled him. The photos had been a surprise. The letter itself, not really startling either. The contents on the other hand...
It wasn’t so much that, whoever had written this, basically promised him to do it better next time, whatever that meant. It was the fact that this person claimed to know about his experiments in the dungeons. And that was utterly unacceptable. The insanity of it! Who could even get past all his defenses and security measures? It was impossible!
Or so he had thought.
Of course, the idea of someone actually getting in there was completely preposterous. Nobody could get in there. But what if... Rufus knew too well that there was no such thing as 100% security. If someone was good enough he could do it. Though that would have meant that there was someone better than him and that was pretty much impossible, or so he had always believed, at least until they had caught him and locked him into Azkaban.
Nevertheless, they had been lucky back then. This was different. He stopped and turned back to his desk. The letter made him feel threatened. But there was more to the whole thing. The headmaster reached for one of the pictures and picked it up. No, there was a lot more. He had heard of the grisly murders down in Hogsmeade and he had felt somewhat despondent because nobody had bothered to involve him in the investigation, after all he brought some very exclusive knowledge that could have been useful.
As he looked at the carnage in the picture he thought of it again. This was not a mindless fool who simply cut up people and then just dumped them somewhere. No, this was indeed different. Whoever the brain behind this was had his own ideas of how to... decorate... a town for Christmas. That was what Rufus saw in it. Christmas decorations. There was a bit too much blood for his personal tastes, in fact he disliked the very distinct metallic smell of it, but apart from that...
Rufus couldn’t prevent himself from feeling a certain admiration for whoever had done this. It was... artistic. There was an intellect behind it. Brilliance. No, this was no mindless butcher. This was the work of a genius. A kindred spirit perhaps?
No, no, no, no! A threat to his lab was exactly that: a threat. Someone on the same side wouldn’t make any threats!
This was confusing!
Rufus dropped the picture back on the desk and sighed. It was more than just confusing. It was frustrating and it was somewhat insane, which was kind of funny coming from someone like him. His own record was hardly sane, by mundane standards. Still, the headmaster couldn’t shake off this feeling. The threat to the lab was one thing, but the genius behind these... pieces of art... It sent a shiver down his spine. It was just...
“Brilliant...”