A dark visitor. (Anton)

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It was nighttime.  Roderick had closed up his shop for the day after a typical day of brewing potions and selling his wares.  Not really knowing what else he wanted to do, he decided to apparate back to the Montfort mansion, thus calling it a day.  Well, the day was over anyway and Rod didn't hang out at night unless he had a good reason to.  He wasn't like those social nitwits who wasted their time getting drunk on cheap drinks and obnoxiously crowded and loud places.  No, he had more class and style than that.  He would never lower himself to their level. 

Rod wasn't sure what he was going to do at home.  He was probably going to demand one of the servants to fetch him a meal form the house elves and retreat to his room to read.  Of course, he was also going to see if his Leonberger, Rodney, had been well cared for while had been away--if not he would do worse to the caretaker than smack him in the face.  Plus, if his younger brother, Simon II was about, he would talk to the boy.  Rod loved all of his siblings, but out of all of them Simon was his favorite and his protege.

A servant had opened one of the large front doors for him, and without giving the person even a cursory glance, he strode into his large home, thus stepping into the Entrance Hall.  The Entrance Hall was a vast hall with tiled floors that had a large marble stair case at the end, which split to the right and left stair cases.  As soon as Roderick had taken a few steps in the hall, his dog rushed out from the entrance to the Great Hall to meet him joyfully.  Roderick bent slightly down to stroke Rodney's head, but he was not looking at Rodney.  He was looking at the man standing in front of the stairs.

His eyes narrowed.  Anton Laporte.  A fellow Death Eater.  A welcome guest, of course, because the whole Montfort family were Death Eaters, save Rod's sister, Elizabeth, and young Simon, who was still considering.  He was an ally, but Rod just didn't know what he needed at the Montfort residence right now.  Was it something about their Death Eater organization? Anything about the Ministry's conniving that they should know?

Standing straight again, he removed his hand from the dog and began to walk toward Anton.  Rodney followed him, but Rod didn't pay attention.  "Anton Laporte..." he said with a smirk as he stopped in front of the older man.  "What brings you here to my family's home this night?"     

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Notes: You can make up whatever reason.

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The dead of night was the perfect time to make a visit to an old family full of death eaters. Granted he probably would scare the living daylights out of the family’s servants. But that was normal and if they questioned him as to why he was here he would kill them and leave them out on the front lawn. Anton was not in the mood to deal with stupid servants which could be spies. Death walked beside him and what an odd pair they make, or at least they look odd to any normal people. But those that knew him also knew that Death, a grim, was his familiar and friend and it was never good to piss off either of them.

He did not have much to do tonight and stirring up the old death eater families was always a good plan, in order to cause as much havoc and panic as possible. Anton loved to cause havoc and chaos in peaceful countries. Most people think that he is a death eater but that is not the case. He works for himself and only himself, he bows to no one. The death eaters came to him and asked for help last time he turned them down, for he had nothing to gain from it, but they still insisted on calling him a death eater. Stupid gits the lot of them. One day he might kill them all, but today was not the day, he needed all of the stupid and smart, yes there are some smart death eaters to cause as much havoc and destruction as possible. Why? Because it is what he does.

Passing through the gate as if it wasn’t even there Anton and Death made their way up the path to the Montfort Mansion. It was a large house but not the largest that he had seen or been in. A servant or was it a butler or someone tried to stop him from coming in the front door of the mansion like he owned the place. Wrong move to make, especially tonight, for Anton was restless and growing impatient with the whole laying low and not doing much at the moment. But that would be over soon enough, he just needed to incite the old followers of Tom Riddle and then he could openly go about doing what he enjoyed and did best. Anton took out his wand, and made a quick crossing motion with his wand and the curse flew forward with a orange and dark blue light and struck the servant in the throat crushing the person’s windpipe. “Idiot, didn’t have to die like that but then yet again should have tried to stop me from entering this place.” Anton said to the now gathered servants, “Get this body out of here, and I don’t care what you do with it.” He commanded and then he stepped over the threshold as the others did as they were told.

Several minutes had passed before he heard the voice of Roderick Montfort. "Anton Laporte... What brings you here to my family's home this night?" Indeed what did bring him here tonight. “Ah young Roderick Montfort, how are you this evening?” He asked in greeting. “I come here tonight to have a little chat with you in particular, since your parents are unavailable, or at least that is what I have been told by your servants. Oh and you might want to hire another one. Not sure where they are at now but they tried to stop me from entering your house, and well I am not in a very kind mood tonight and so I ended his life.” Anton answered in a light and casual tone. “I hope that your job as a potioneer is going well?” He asked still in the casual tone, first it would be light conversation and see how Roderick has been holding up since the last time, and then it would come to the heart of the reason as to why he was here. There was something that he wanted to do, and plus maybe just maybe he could teach this kid a few things or two.

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Roderick actually had no idea what his parents were out doing.  He barely kept track of their activities, especially now that he led an independent life, and they knew better than to bother him.  They left him alone because they knew that he wouldn't stray from his believes and lived just how they wanted him to live.  Now they kept a pretty close eye on his sister, Elizabeth, because they knew that she was hesitant about joining the Death Eater cause.  To be fair, she just wanted to protect herself and her prospects, but it was still a sign that she wasn't enthusiastic enough about the cause to fight for it.

As for Rod, he was ready to do something risky for it.  However, he was still pretty cautious, considering that he wasn't one to stick his head outside a lot.  Plus, nothing had come up yet that required him to get into anything serious.  He was prepared for it, practicing his spells and dueling and such--he was not going to jump into this like an utter weakling.  He had been tutored when he was younger by his parents to preform a variety of necessary spells, some more difficult than others, including nonverbal ones.  Nonverbal spells were his strength, and it was a strength that had not come easily to him (verbal spells were still a lot easier, though, especially if you were casting something on a whim). He might not have a lot of real experience, but, at the very least, he could prove to be competent and improve from there.  But right now life was still pretty staid for him.  He did hope he could do something to cause trouble for the Ministry, soon, though.  Although, even if he did like to see his enemies and those he found distasteful suffer, he wasn't sure if he was a person who enjoyed utter mayhem and chaos.  Sure, bloodshed was quite nice and he was quite ready to revel in the worst kind of destruction, but Rod had always considered himself to be more sneaky than bombastic like a barbarian.  For example, he was probably more of a person who would poison an unfortunate soul more than he would beat them up into a pulp (then again, he did abuse his house elves and servants, but what he was referring to was something in the extremes).  But, again, he had yet to know if he liked wild destruction.  The fancy aristocrat in him hated loudness and spontaneity, but the Death Eater was telling him that it would be satisfying, more than he knew.  

Anyways, Rod was quite interested to learn that Anton had something he wanted to say to him.  He crossed his arms, wondering what it was.  However, he raised an eyebrow when Anton told him that he had killed one of the servants.  Rod had wondered where the devil his siblings, Simon, Josiah, and Elizabeth were for not admitting Anton in, thus giving him no choice but to resort to entering by force--not that it was very hard to stop a couple of mere servants, but it was just not the type of civility the Montfort children were raised to show to valued acquaintances.  Were any of them even at home, though? Josiah was a Quidditch player and he had no games at the moment.  Perhaps he was out doing something stupid and foolish, like hitting on tavern wenches.  Elizabeth wasn't one to go out a lot, and she was a unicorn breeder.  If she was still frolicking around with her animals at this time, he was pretty baffled.  Simon was unemployed and had all of the time on his hands.  He wasn't very outgoing either, so Rod had expected him to be at home.  

But whatever.  What was done was done, and thinking poorly of his siblings wasn't going to change anything.  The loss of a servant was no big deal--in fact, Rod thought that the Montfort household had plenty of spare idiot faces roaming around the household to really need another one.  However, his mother, who was the most persnickety of them all, might notice the difference.  "Alright, I suppose I'll inform my mother about that," he said with a shrug.  Rod had been rather cruel to the servants, but he never really went as far as to kill one.  However, Anton Laporte doing it was something that he wasn't really surprised to hear, knowing how legendarily violent Anton was.  Really, though, his parents would not mind it from Anton at all.  Rod thought sarcastically that they'd probably ask him to do it again if it gave him pleasure.

"It is, thank you," he said in response to Anton's query about his job.  Although he generally hated the customers, he still loved to brew the potions that he used as stock. Nothing serious had happened yet.  "I trust that you've been faring well?"   By the looks of it, Anton still seemed as fine as can be.  "So, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?"               

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"It is, thank you," Anton nodded as if saying you’re welcome to the young man after he had inquired about how Roderick’s job was going for him. "I trust that you've been faring well?" Ah pleasentaries something that everyone usually did when beginning a meeting or something of that nature, or just simply saying hi and talking with a friend. Anton didn’t really care for them but he still followed the rule that had been ingrained into him by his parents before they met there sticky end, by Anton’s hand. It was the only thing that had stuck with him from his early years, granted he still had memories of those years but they were few and far between. “As well as one can be after breaking someone out of Azkaban upon arriving in this country.” Anton replied to the question that Roderick had asked him.

"So, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" Anton knew that the kid was curious as to what Anton had in store for him well if the kid accepted then Anton would teach him many things. “Well aren’t you a curious one?” It was a rhetorical question. “I have come to offer you a once in a lifetime chance. Your parents do not know about this and they will not find out about it either. I have come here to seek you out.” Anton said before pausing as if contemplating what he was going to off the young man in front of him. “Roderick. What would you say if I offered to teach you how to be a death eater? Not just a wannabe Death Eater. I offer to teach you how to become your own person and be a Death Eater in your own right.” Anton had said his offer and then decided to add in a side note. “Oh and just to set the record straight I am not a Death Eater and I never will be one of those. I am my own person and I do as I please, not the bidding of some random person. I learned long ago that being your own person and answering to no one is better than being a puppet for a puppet master to control. For example Tom Riddle, tried to get me to join his ranks as a Death Eater and be his servant. You want to know what I said? I said that there was no way in hell that I would ever be his servant.” Anton finished with the side note looked around making sure that no one was nearby enough to here all that he had just said.

“So will you become my pupil and I will teach you what I know and more importantly how to be your own person and answer to no one except yourself?” He offered once more. It did not matter to him whether or not if Roderick accepted, he would then just continue on and find some one more suitable if the kid declined.

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