Dinner had just passed and the sunlight was soon to fade. The warm air was dwindling away as the southern breeze began it's decent over the encampment. Trees towered around them with curses starting to be placed on specific areas of the grounds around them alerting them if an intruder were near. Though the enchantments, hexes, curses and protection were quite strong Rod knew that soon the ministry would find out of their location and begin their pursuit. The lingering agony of knowing that a war was soon to begin created a sweet sensation running through the blood of Rockwell. He chewed his last bits of food once and twice and began to walk to the side of the window. 

He stared off into the distance as he watched the others around him through a window talk and chatter among themselves. The pack was growing and growing quite at a fast state. It wasn't going to be long now. Soon it would happen. A smirk hit the corner of his face as he heard footsteps getting louder and louder towards him as he began to move back to his table with his wand placed on the table. 

" Ah, quite a delight. " He said as his voice echoed within the chamber he was settled in. Clean, dressed and fresh. The aroma of flowers and hair products filled the air as Rodolphus began to cough slightly. " What is that horrid smell? He began to sniff the air as he watched one of Marceline's sons walk in with Fiona attached to him. " Oh it's.... you. " He said as he waved his wand towards the door and windows closing them faster than lighting would strike the Earth.  

" What news do you bring for me? " He asked as he made his way towards her with his wand tapping against her face and sliding around her face. " I assume you've ate? " He asked as he brought closer a flask with a potion in it. " Or perhaps thirsty?" He asked as the aroma of the flask was quite clear and present. 

Veritaserum. " Tell me news. And it better be good news. Or else I might accidentally drop a drip into your little morning cuppa. " Rodolphus demanded as he stared her directly with his eyes glaring at her with no facial expression at all. It was great that she was able to bring back the fellow Drago though he knew from reliable sources there was more information she had not shared and he was still awaiting for such news.

" Ahh yes the werewolves. " He said as he paced around the woman twirling his wand between his cold, stick like fingers. His skin was pale and the wand seemed to give off a strange pressure leaving an imprint in his hand. " How many do we have of them? How many will take our side and fight against their own for the sake of the pureblood legacy that has never been complete? Tell me now little princess. What is our numbers like?" Fiona though a slave, was also kept in the loops of our numbers, artillery and followers. She was his handy man should we say in more ways than one.

" The beast kingdom. What are the news with them? WHat have we heard and what is the situation with our ministry leaders and members? Tell me everything I need to know includng the student recruitment. " He demanded as he moved back to his table to have a sip of his goblet and slowly paced back and forth and finally around the woman once more this time having a twisted and sadistic look on his face.


" What else do you know? " He asked as he stopped and placed the tip of his wand against the back of her neck. " Want to know my most favorite word in the whole wide world? " He said laughing slightly as he dug the wand into her neck slightly. " Crucio" He said as he felt a slight vibration on his hand as he watched the girl waiting for the part she would squirm and endure it all.