Day 11 Prompts:
1. Thorfinn Rowle
2. "What did you do with the body?"
3. Antonin Dolohov
4. "I fucking hate Halloween"
Scare Mazes Aren't for Everyone.
"I fucking hate Halloween," Antonin Dolohov hissed as he manoeuvred his way through the scare maze that he had found himself in. Somehow he had ended up in the Muggle world; he blamed Thorfinn Rowle for that. The bloody blond oaf had decided that the pair of them should go for celebratory drinks at The Leaky Cauldron and then dragged him out into the Muggle world on Halloween of all nights. He had passed scantily dressed Muggle woman and drunken fools of men as he tried to keep an eye on Thorfinn who would no doubt get into trouble the state he was in. Hence the scare maze he was wondering in.
"I cannot believe Muggles enjoy this shit," he muttered to himself and hoped he would find Thorfinn soon. All of a sudden he felt a pair of hands grab him from behind and pull him through a hidden door.
"Stupefy," he hissed angrily and a jet of red light exited his wand.
Crash
The recipient of the curse had gone soaring across the room and against a cabinet, which then as the man fell to the floor collapsed on top of him.
"Fuck," he cursed and no longer caring about keeping Thorfinn out of trouble, he apparated back to his apartment.
-Next Day-
"So I lost you last night," a voice said as the owner popped themselves in the seat next to him.
"Fuck off Rowle," he hissed at the person next to him.
"Come on buddy," Rowle continued, a stupid grin etched on his face, "Did you have fun at least? I know I did, I went home with a couple of little ladies."
"If you do not fuck off Rowle, I will AK you," he sneered.
"You didn't end up in one of those stupid maze things?" Rowle laughed, not at all frightened by his threat.
"A fucking Muggle grabbed me," he stated.
Dolohov knew Thorfinn understand that his stint in Azkaban strongly affected him, as the man himself also struggled, though in different ways, that was why he braced himself for the question he knew to be coming.
"Fuck," Rowle cursed and then attempted to lighten the subject, "What did you do with the body?"
Dolohov shook his head and went back to his drink. Yeah, he struggled with small spaces and people grabbing him and Rowle struggled with loneliness and had to have company. Together they were a right pair but he knew that Rowle was a good friend and would have his back, just as he had his.
~I love the idea of Antonin and Thorfinn being friends.