Hogwarts Mafia Round 2: Mafia Hit - Oh, Really?

/ooc Just to clarify, on Portkeys:
A Portkey is an enchanted object, often a piece of supposedly worthless junk, which when touched will transport a person to a preprogrammed location.

Hogwarts :: Trophy Room :: Mafia

“Where did you get that?”

“Nicked it from McGonagall’s office.”

“How’d you manage that?”

One of the students gave a mischievous wink. “Oh…I have my ways. So how do we want to do this?”

The group studied the wine cork, which one of their number was levitating in the center of the room, for a long moment before someone spoke up.

“Why don’t we just owl it to Lucius with a note? Then he can take care of getting the rest of the Death Eaters together and come over.”

“You’re sure it’s really a portkey and not just some old wine cork?”

“Yeah, I told you; I tested it out, it’ll bring whoever uses it here.”

“Alright, let’s do this. We can use Malfoy’s owl.”

Hogwarts :: The Owlry :: Alex Park

“Hold still O’rly. Stupid owl.”

Alex Park tied the letter to his owl after placating her with an offering of crackers and gave her an affectionate pat on the head, smiling inwardly. His parents would, he hoped, be pleased with his first term marks even if they didn’t exactly understand what the subjects meant. He sent the owl off with a short explanation of how the grading scale worked, so they would see he had received top marks in Arithmancy along with doing quite well in his other subjects.

He frowned a little when a large eagle owl swooped in carrying a small parcel and headed for his water tray, hooting in agitation when he found it empty. Alex felt a shred of sympathy for the bird, sent off into the world without having so much as a drink, and since O’rly was already long gone he was more than willing to offer up his pet’s water dish to this unfamiliar owl. He set the water in front of the eagle owl and pulled out another cracker, holding it out in front of him.

The strange owl apparently enjoyed this special treatment and was soon hooting contentedly on Alex’s arm. When Alex offered another cracker, though, the parcel slipped, and Alex reached out to catch it before it hit the ground.

He felt a sharp pull on his navel before the world went dark.

Hogwarts :: Trophy Room :: Mafia, Alex

Alex blinked several times, trying to clear his head after the disorienting journey. Where was he? Frowning, he looked around as he tried to stand.

Several faces, he quickly discovered, were peering down at him with curious expressions.

“Who’s this?”

“Some Hufflepuff.”

“Well he’s not supposed to be here. What happened to Lucius?”

The group looked to the small Hufflepuff as though he could provide Lucius from his back pocket before one of them spoke again.

“Oh, good job, now he knows our plan.”

“Well it’s not like it worked or anything. Besides, who’s he going to tell?”

Alex considered mentioning that he could hear them just fine, but then another in the party leaned forward, speaking almost kindly. “See? You’re not going to tell anyone you were here, are you?”

Alex shook his head, his eyes wide and magnified behind his thick glasses. He had heard of Lucius before and while he didn’t know everything about the man, he did know that the Malfoys didn’t like muggleborns like him. Maybe if he just cooperated he would be left alone.

The group member seemed pleased by this response, and crouched down to eye level with the still sitting Alex. “Now let’s get you cleaned up and on your way. You’re a mess!”

Alex smiled, somewhat uneasily, and pushed himself to his feet, dusting off his robes with his hands.

The next moment he was sprawled out over the floor again with a sharp pain in his head.

“What’d you do that for! He wasn’t going to tell, we could have talked him down!”

“Yeah, right. Look, I’m not playing around here. He knows too much, and he needs to die. End of story.”

Alex groaned from his position on the floor, in too much pain to properly word that ‘I can still hear you’ response he had half formed in his mind.

Judging by the figure that approached him, student services trophy in hand, he had only made his death a little quicker.