Tiabald apeared seconds later in another dark castle, he shuddered he hated the feeling of aperating
like your guts were being torn in two. He had only a few minutes, convincing the other
deatheaters would take some time and then transporting the ingredients back to Voldemort would take
almost all of his time. That left almost no time for mistakes, and he couldn't aford to be late again.
With quick desisive steps he walked quickly to the center of the castle.
He never admitted it, but castles gave him the creeps. This one and the other one he'd just left were castles
of other dark wizards.. they'd never been compleatly explored and cleaned out so he always had the unpleasent
feeling some one was following and watching him.
He was, of course right but it was not the old wizards evil creatures that followed him but other deatheaters.
He was new to the deatheaters and all ready Voldemort's favorite, many envied his position and unknown
to him plotted to take his position for themselves.
The first one he needed to face down was Malfoy, he had the most influence around this castle.. for the moment.
He sighed, Malfoy was so stuborn always doing his best to get in his way; Tiabald could only imagine
how much Malfoy would enjoy tormenting him, consenting to help only at last minute.
But that was the only way.. or was it? Another thought ocured to Tiabald,
it might take longer to do it on his own, but it would save the time he'd have to spend knocking
heads with Malfoy. It was at least worth a try, he paused for a moment to remember which direction the dungeon was in
the walked swiftly torwards it.
He twisted way through the ever changing passages, quickly stopping to look in the cell.
The werewolf was still there just as he had left him, he still look out cold too this might just turn out to be
slightly less complicated than he had imagined.
Tiabald walked quickly across the hall and collected the first trunk, this would be the hard part he had
to collect all three trunks without anyone noticing, then transport both them and the werewolf
back to Voldemort. He glanced at the hourglass he'd tied around his next, judging by the sand that had falled about
a third of his time was all ready gone and his master would not have any more patience.
Twenty minutes later Tiabald had gathered all three trunks, it had taken less time than he'd thought but
was more difficult. He'd almost been caught twice and still might be, he gathered the trunks together.
The floo network, usualy the fastest meathod for transporting both people and luggage was out of the question.
The deatheaters were still working on setting up an illegal one of their own, and the one usualy used
for wizard transportation would be watched. So with another sigh he tied the trunks carefully together
praying his knots would hold then bound the rope tightly around his waist.
The rope cut deeply into his skin, but that couldn't be helped with another quick glance around he disaperated.
Luck was with him seconds later he fell back into the other castle only feet away from the door.
He pulled it open, the room was now empty the chair had been moved and everything else cleared out, so he dragged the
trunks to the middle of the room and untied them.
And thankfully for the last time, he aperated again into the prison. This time he wasn't so lucky,
just as he landed he heard footsteps and they were headed torwards him. Well there was nothing for it,
he dived into one of the cells, hoping whoever it was wouldn't look to closely at them.
The footsteps pounded right on bye not even stopping. He took a deep breath of relief and
without any other obstacles collected the werewolf, stunning him again to be sure he wouldn't wake up during the travel.
With one last look around Tiabald disaperated.
like your guts were being torn in two. He had only a few minutes, convincing the other
deatheaters would take some time and then transporting the ingredients back to Voldemort would take
almost all of his time. That left almost no time for mistakes, and he couldn't aford to be late again.
With quick desisive steps he walked quickly to the center of the castle.
He never admitted it, but castles gave him the creeps. This one and the other one he'd just left were castles
of other dark wizards.. they'd never been compleatly explored and cleaned out so he always had the unpleasent
feeling some one was following and watching him.
He was, of course right but it was not the old wizards evil creatures that followed him but other deatheaters.
He was new to the deatheaters and all ready Voldemort's favorite, many envied his position and unknown
to him plotted to take his position for themselves.
The first one he needed to face down was Malfoy, he had the most influence around this castle.. for the moment.
He sighed, Malfoy was so stuborn always doing his best to get in his way; Tiabald could only imagine
how much Malfoy would enjoy tormenting him, consenting to help only at last minute.
But that was the only way.. or was it? Another thought ocured to Tiabald,
it might take longer to do it on his own, but it would save the time he'd have to spend knocking
heads with Malfoy. It was at least worth a try, he paused for a moment to remember which direction the dungeon was in
the walked swiftly torwards it.
He twisted way through the ever changing passages, quickly stopping to look in the cell.
The werewolf was still there just as he had left him, he still look out cold too this might just turn out to be
slightly less complicated than he had imagined.
Tiabald walked quickly across the hall and collected the first trunk, this would be the hard part he had
to collect all three trunks without anyone noticing, then transport both them and the werewolf
back to Voldemort. He glanced at the hourglass he'd tied around his next, judging by the sand that had falled about
a third of his time was all ready gone and his master would not have any more patience.
Twenty minutes later Tiabald had gathered all three trunks, it had taken less time than he'd thought but
was more difficult. He'd almost been caught twice and still might be, he gathered the trunks together.
The floo network, usualy the fastest meathod for transporting both people and luggage was out of the question.
The deatheaters were still working on setting up an illegal one of their own, and the one usualy used
for wizard transportation would be watched. So with another sigh he tied the trunks carefully together
praying his knots would hold then bound the rope tightly around his waist.
The rope cut deeply into his skin, but that couldn't be helped with another quick glance around he disaperated.
Luck was with him seconds later he fell back into the other castle only feet away from the door.
He pulled it open, the room was now empty the chair had been moved and everything else cleared out, so he dragged the
trunks to the middle of the room and untied them.
And thankfully for the last time, he aperated again into the prison. This time he wasn't so lucky,
just as he landed he heard footsteps and they were headed torwards him. Well there was nothing for it,
he dived into one of the cells, hoping whoever it was wouldn't look to closely at them.
The footsteps pounded right on bye not even stopping. He took a deep breath of relief and
without any other obstacles collected the werewolf, stunning him again to be sure he wouldn't wake up during the travel.
With one last look around Tiabald disaperated.