It was a lazy day in, although Kendall had no idea what he was doing here on a day like this. He had taken care of the monotony of homework, lazed in bed with a book in hand, then decided to have a change of scene. As it is, the room was already very cold. The hue from the fireplace was the only indication that an attempt to bring warmth to the room was there. But that was just it. Kendall sat in an armchair, uncomfortably. He almost shuddered in his robes, and then felt annoyed that it was one of those times that he could not offer warmth to himself. He hated weaknesses, even for a trivial matter like this. Frowning to the words on the current page of his book, Kendall breathed deeply, as if to do so was to generate some kind of energy for warmth. How odd, and yet, how comfortable it was, to be in the company of his own. The boy had always been taught to doubt. Skepsis. That was a system you had to subscribe to. But as long as one was sat like this, with no words to betray oneself, nor any dramatic movements of revelation, there was an odd sense of tranquillity. Kendall scribbled on the page, mapping out the cause and effect from his reading. How he could attempt to rationalise or strategise from a book of fiction, even that was a curious thing to him.
Just as Kendall thought he could scribble an alternative to tackle the failure of the situation, his focus left him. The figure that entered the room abruptly was the cause of it. It was not everyday that one would receive a visit from Grindelwald. Still, it was not entirely unexpected. Kendall was still undecided about his thoughts towards the man. After all, his father only had loyalties to the Dark Lord. Things have become a lot less certain now, but that did not necessarily mean it was bad. Kendall certainly knew less about the new man. There have been mixed reactions to his rise to power. Well, it was not much of a rise; not really. It just happened one day. There was no cause for alarm yet, knowing the history of Grindelwald. The one thing that must be done, however, is to suss out how he worked, and what he wanted. Kendall obviously did not trust the guy. Still, there was something intriguing that was worth knowing. Until then, he was doubtful. Even the older Rookwood was. One would just have to wait and see.
And so this sudden appearance of Grindelwald was what Kendall might say that he was looking forward to. A personal visit, how important that made them. Surely something was needed. Grindelwald wanted something from them. Kendall lowered his book, closed it slowly, then placed it besides him in the armchair. The expression on Kendall's face was almost blank. Yet, one could see the anticipation. He ran his fingers through his hair, before crossing his arms at his chest. It was only when Cilla spoke up that Kendall 's face evidently displayed something. He cocked an eyebrow and looked at her, turning his head slowly in slight disbelief. Still, he kept his mouth shut, watching for a response from the older man. Pity he could not return himself to his mask of blank anticipation. Upon Athena's words, Kendall smirked. He uncrossed his arms and leaned forward, now resting his elbows at his knees. Without getting up, the boy eyed the older man and spoke.
"It's an honour to have you here with us ... Minister. What do you have in mind?" A mere polite greeting to someone obviously important. If it were the Dark Lord, Kendall would have undoubtedly stood up, extremely honoured to find himself in such a presence. Perhaps if Grindelwald offered something worthy, he could be persuaded. After all, no one in their right mind would doubt the powers of the man. He just needed to be more inspiring.
by Gellert Grindelwald Tue Oct 04, 2011 2:11 am
