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BRANOK CARROW
Cool air tumbled dead leaves around the courtyard, unbothered in their flight through the autumn evening, until a pair of well-polished, expensive gentleman's shoes disturbed the gust, kicking them into random swirls around the figure. A busy day of running errands was coming to a close for Branok Carrow, and by the end of his business, he was looking forward to leaving that damned castle behind. Everyone within its walls seemed to have lost bits of their mind along the way, which wouldn't even remotely be his issue had it not been for his blood being tainted by madness within those walls, a clever play on Ravena's part that cost him more nerves than he was willing to spare.
After a rather unfortunate development of events involving young Rosier, a conversation with his spawn did not yield much positive either. Nevertheless, by the time he crossed the Viaduct, a plan for both had developed in his mind, effectively putting him at ease, at least for the time being. Branok never left much to chance - if anything - if he could help it. His daughter's teenage rebellion could still be handled. Ravena needed a bit of a reminder of her place, but that could wait another time. A more pressing issue was the one of Adelaide Rosier and her alleged little adventure with the last man he wanted to have to deal with.
No matter. It was only a detour. Nothing more.
Soon enough, the fresh air was replaced by a stagnant one with a subtle humidity coursing through. Carrow despised old places like that. No matter how much effor was put into maintenance, the smell of rot and decay could not have been eradicated. Granted, he was notably biased in his dislike towards Hogwarts. At that time, halls were almost eerily empty. A small mercy that graced his visit, albeit making it all the more boring.
@DayDreamer - Caleb O'Neill
Cool air tumbled dead leaves around the courtyard, unbothered in their flight through the autumn evening, until a pair of well-polished, expensive gentleman's shoes disturbed the gust, kicking them into random swirls around the figure. A busy day of running errands was coming to a close for Branok Carrow, and by the end of his business, he was looking forward to leaving that damned castle behind. Everyone within its walls seemed to have lost bits of their mind along the way, which wouldn't even remotely be his issue had it not been for his blood being tainted by madness within those walls, a clever play on Ravena's part that cost him more nerves than he was willing to spare.
After a rather unfortunate development of events involving young Rosier, a conversation with his spawn did not yield much positive either. Nevertheless, by the time he crossed the Viaduct, a plan for both had developed in his mind, effectively putting him at ease, at least for the time being. Branok never left much to chance - if anything - if he could help it. His daughter's teenage rebellion could still be handled. Ravena needed a bit of a reminder of her place, but that could wait another time. A more pressing issue was the one of Adelaide Rosier and her alleged little adventure with the last man he wanted to have to deal with.
No matter. It was only a detour. Nothing more.
Soon enough, the fresh air was replaced by a stagnant one with a subtle humidity coursing through. Carrow despised old places like that. No matter how much effor was put into maintenance, the smell of rot and decay could not have been eradicated. Granted, he was notably biased in his dislike towards Hogwarts. At that time, halls were almost eerily empty. A small mercy that graced his visit, albeit making it all the more boring.
@DayDreamer - Caleb O'Neill