Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2013 19:17:16 GMT -8
Loki sat behind his grand mahogany desk in a rather large office. He was used to the finer things in life, especially since he had raised his status among the Ministry of Magic. Somehow, the young man had gotten in the good graces of the Minister of Magic and was granted the position of Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic. It was a high profile position suited for him perfectly. Since he was a young lad, Loki Ravensdale knew he was destined for greatness, whether it was in business, riches, or fame. To his great satisfaction, he had obtained all three. His particular finesse and ability to smooth talk any situation gave him an upper hand when it came to the magical community, especially within their selective government. He had high expectations and aspirations, and nothing was going to get in his way...or so he thought.
It had been several years ago when Loki was approached by a hooded figure, quite obviously younger than himself. "If you can spare a moment of your time, I can promise you everything you seek and much more." He remembered the words the stranger spoke to him very clearly. Tom Riddle had introduced himself and his plans of dominating the magical world. For someone as power driven as Loki was, it was an opportunity he could not pass up. In fact, he jumped at the chance to join Riddle.
Loki haled from a prominent pureblood family, and one that took great stock in pureblood beliefs. He had been raised in a socially arrogant house, and taught from the time he could crawl that he was better than muggleborns or halfbloods. Loki didn't just live by these beliefs, he was these beliefs. Though, being such a public figure, he had to contain himself through a double life. Just as he had risen through the ranks at the Ministry of Magic, Loki found himself rising through the ranks of Riddle's regime. He found himself operating mostly on his own while having a special knowledge into what the Dark Lord would expect of him. He had always been profoundly intuitive when it came to pleasing people. How could one rise to such high standards without this ability?
To most witches and wizards in the political game, Loki came off as suave, debonair, and sometimes stuck up. To the common man, he was someone who could champion them, was well-liked, and had a rather large following. He reveled in the life he led. However, he also put in long hours to maintain his lifestyle. As long as the days were for the Senior Undersecretary, the nights were that much longer. Loki rarely saw his home or his own bed on any given day. Simply put, he didn't care. There was no family waiting for him, no wife to kiss nor children who demanded his attention and affections. He had his work and he had his cause, and if Riddle's plans went well, he would have complete control of the ministry, which is truly what he wanted.
Tonight, Loki's absence in his own home was not because of Ministry work. He had a special task to delegate to the perfect person. It was also a test, not of his own loyalty, but of his mystery guest soon to be revealed. Riddle had contacted him at the beginning of the week, giving strict instructions and a list of names to pick from. Mostly Hogwarts students, just initiated into the lower ranks of the Death Eaters. The Dark Lord wanted to make sure their intentions were pure, and rather test them himself, he left it to his lieutenants to finish the job. This was Loki's chance not only to form an alliance with some of the foot soldiers of the cause, but also to ingratiate himself to Riddle once more and prove his worth. Not just his, but also the poor soul whom he picked from the list of names, and he had the perfect candidate. Rodolphus Lestrange. Pureblood, Death Eater, eager to prove himself. The other name accompanying the list of members was the target.
Riddle had left the decision to Loki whether Barnabas Jacobi would die or simply remain in magical maladies section of St. Mungo's for the rest of his days. Jacobi wasn't too high within the ranks of the Ministry, but he held a position in lawmaking and outwardly spoke against pureblood supremacy. Once all was said and done, and the war was underway, he could prove to be a problem. Loki understood the reasoning for getting him out of the way early on, and the man was intolerable anyways. Always questioning Loki about policy and making a fuss. Loki had no problems assigning Lestrange to due him in. That would be the young lad's mission, and Merlin help him should he fail.
Pulling out his wand, Loki pointed it towards the candles at either end of his desk and smirked as fire came from the tips. He leaned back in his comfortably stuffed chair and unbuttoned his suit vest with his free hand. He was all about being presentable, even if not in the public eye at the moment. He was a man who enjoyed a nice suit and a stiff drink, as well as the grandeur of his large office as an intimidation tactic.
It had been several years ago when Loki was approached by a hooded figure, quite obviously younger than himself. "If you can spare a moment of your time, I can promise you everything you seek and much more." He remembered the words the stranger spoke to him very clearly. Tom Riddle had introduced himself and his plans of dominating the magical world. For someone as power driven as Loki was, it was an opportunity he could not pass up. In fact, he jumped at the chance to join Riddle.
Loki haled from a prominent pureblood family, and one that took great stock in pureblood beliefs. He had been raised in a socially arrogant house, and taught from the time he could crawl that he was better than muggleborns or halfbloods. Loki didn't just live by these beliefs, he was these beliefs. Though, being such a public figure, he had to contain himself through a double life. Just as he had risen through the ranks at the Ministry of Magic, Loki found himself rising through the ranks of Riddle's regime. He found himself operating mostly on his own while having a special knowledge into what the Dark Lord would expect of him. He had always been profoundly intuitive when it came to pleasing people. How could one rise to such high standards without this ability?
To most witches and wizards in the political game, Loki came off as suave, debonair, and sometimes stuck up. To the common man, he was someone who could champion them, was well-liked, and had a rather large following. He reveled in the life he led. However, he also put in long hours to maintain his lifestyle. As long as the days were for the Senior Undersecretary, the nights were that much longer. Loki rarely saw his home or his own bed on any given day. Simply put, he didn't care. There was no family waiting for him, no wife to kiss nor children who demanded his attention and affections. He had his work and he had his cause, and if Riddle's plans went well, he would have complete control of the ministry, which is truly what he wanted.
Tonight, Loki's absence in his own home was not because of Ministry work. He had a special task to delegate to the perfect person. It was also a test, not of his own loyalty, but of his mystery guest soon to be revealed. Riddle had contacted him at the beginning of the week, giving strict instructions and a list of names to pick from. Mostly Hogwarts students, just initiated into the lower ranks of the Death Eaters. The Dark Lord wanted to make sure their intentions were pure, and rather test them himself, he left it to his lieutenants to finish the job. This was Loki's chance not only to form an alliance with some of the foot soldiers of the cause, but also to ingratiate himself to Riddle once more and prove his worth. Not just his, but also the poor soul whom he picked from the list of names, and he had the perfect candidate. Rodolphus Lestrange. Pureblood, Death Eater, eager to prove himself. The other name accompanying the list of members was the target.
Riddle had left the decision to Loki whether Barnabas Jacobi would die or simply remain in magical maladies section of St. Mungo's for the rest of his days. Jacobi wasn't too high within the ranks of the Ministry, but he held a position in lawmaking and outwardly spoke against pureblood supremacy. Once all was said and done, and the war was underway, he could prove to be a problem. Loki understood the reasoning for getting him out of the way early on, and the man was intolerable anyways. Always questioning Loki about policy and making a fuss. Loki had no problems assigning Lestrange to due him in. That would be the young lad's mission, and Merlin help him should he fail.
Pulling out his wand, Loki pointed it towards the candles at either end of his desk and smirked as fire came from the tips. He leaned back in his comfortably stuffed chair and unbuttoned his suit vest with his free hand. He was all about being presentable, even if not in the public eye at the moment. He was a man who enjoyed a nice suit and a stiff drink, as well as the grandeur of his large office as an intimidation tactic.
