The Frog Pimp
Written for the Death Eater of the Month challenge
Prompt: Augustus Rookwood
A/N: Yes, I watch The Masked Singer, and the person dressed as the Frog inspired this story.
Augustus Rookwood was miserable. He was tired of watching Lucius Malfoy sweep past every morning at Death Eater meetings, his wife Narcissa clinging to his arm. The man had fabulous wealth, a handsome manor and a beautiful wife, and Augustus wanted it.
He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. From where he was sitting, Augustus could see the sunlight glinting off the silver snakehead on Lucius' walking stick. The snake's eyes, probably diamond from the looks of it, glittered in the firelight as Lucius took his seat.
Is that what he needed? Some pureblood bling in order to attract the ladies?
Augustus had money, enough to buy food and provide a comfortable existence. But not enough to afford the type of luxurious lifestyle he desired.
He started thinking of alternatives. There were spells and charms to attract money, but did any of them really work? Probably not, or else everyone would be walking around twirling a diamond studded pimp cane.
Augustus snorted, his fellow Death Eaters turning and giving him funny looks.
"It's nothing," he said, waving off their concern.
It humored him, the thought of Lucius Malfoy as some sort of pimp. Maybe that's how Lucius made his money. He supposed anything was possible.
.oOo.
When he got home, Augustus pulled several books from the shelf, spread them out on his desk and began flipping through the pages. His earlier notion that Lucius was a pimp had inspired him to look up glamour spells. That, combined with some fancy new clothes, might be enough to bring some love and money into his life.
He'd been looking through his spellbooks for about an hour when he came across a book of unusual stories. There were tales from Muggle fantasies, legends based on actual witches and wizards that had been passed down from one generation to the next.
The story that interested him the most was the tale of the frog prince. Apparently these Muggles believed that if you kissed a frog, it would turn into a handsome prince. This story was based on an actual person, although the circumstances surrounding his transformation were quite different.
The wizard in the story was an Animagus, one who preyed upon Muggle females. He brought them to his home, torturing and killing more than a dozen women before he was arrested and sent to Azkaban.
The tale of this dark wizard's murderous adventures delighted him, but this wasn't what Augustus was looking for. So he set the storybook aside and returned to his spellbooks.
He went to bed that night with images of frogs cavorting through his dreams. He kept seeing them in the street, leaping and croaking in time to a fast paced techno beat. There were hundreds of them, maybe even thousands, and at the center of them all was Lucius, wearing several layers of gold chains and a fur coat.
.oOo.
In the morning when he woke, Augustus rolled over and slid out of bed, grabbing his wand before heading towards the bathroom. Today was the beginning of a brand new day, one where he would start a new life as a handsome young man.
He paused in front of the bathroom mirror, wondering why he didn't think of altering his appearance sooner. Those untidy curls weren't really attractive, and his eyes were rather dull. Not the kind of man a woman would want to be with.
He raised his wand and his mind began to wander, thinking back on the dream he had last night. "A frog pimp," he muttered, smiling and shaking his head. And that was all it took for his spell to go horribly wrong.
There was a puff of smoke, violet in color with shimmering flecks of glitter at its center. His clothing was transfigured into a stunning purple suit, complete with a matching hat and tie. A bright green feather blossomed from the brim of his hat, but that wasn't all that was green. Augustus Rookwood was now the anthropomorphic version of a frog. Or, to be more precise, a frog pimp. He even had his own pimp cane reminiscent of the one Lucius Malfoy carried with him.
The Death Eater gasped and took a step back from the mirror, staring in horror at the sight of his own reflection. His eyes widened, and he lifted a hand, slowly bringing it to his face.
"I suppose this isn't too bad," he said at length. "I'm sure there is a woman out there who would be captivated by my tale. And besides, a frog pimp is better than a frog prince any day."
From that day forward Augustus Rookwood became known as the frog pimp, strutting his stuff down the street with a pair of fine women at his side. He gained fortunate and fame as the frog who wooed the ladies with his alluring love songs, enough that he could finally afford a nice pad in the pond next door to Lucius' manor.