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Post by LILY JANE POTTER on Mar 8, 2011 15:34:37 GMT
Lily strolled up and down the great hall; she had arrived early to set up for the evening’s class. She’d moved all the house tables to the sides of the great hall to give them plenty of space for the class. She knew how difficult this class was going to be with god knows how many students all wanting to take an active role, but it was very important and she hoped all the students would learn something from these classes. Lily took a hair tie off her wrist and tied her hair back into a pony tail, the class was going to be very active, plus she had learnt from experience dulling with long hair tended to be a hazard. Singed hair did not look good.
After the vicious attack on the young muggle born witch, and the threats made against the students Dumbledore decided that extra defence classes would be an appropriate way of teaching the students to protect themselves from harm. Lily was totally for the classes, after all it wasn’t only the ‘monster’ that resided in the school that the students had to be aware of, but the rising threat from you know who’s supporters. The students had to know how to protect themselves, they also had to be made aware of the dangers that surround wizard duelling, once the students were in the outside world there would be no second chances for them if they were attacked by a death eater. Of course the students had their defence against the dark arts classes to teach them this, but the duelling club would allow them to put what they learn into practice, giving them extra time that they wouldn’t get from class.
Lily was sharing the responsibility of the club this evening with Remus, she was looking forward to teaching with him, and hoped they would work well together. As this was the first class and Lily knew the levels of magical ability would vary, she had decided they would start easy working on disarming and blocking spells. Then once she and Remus had sussed out the classes ability they could go from there. The enchanted ceiling in the Great hall slowly darkened as the sun set, Lily pulled her wand from her front pocket and flicked it, the candlesticks around the hall light one by one ‘that’s better’
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Post by HARRY JAMES POTTER on Mar 8, 2011 15:53:15 GMT
HE’S A REAL NOWHERE MANSITTING IN HIS NOWHERE LANDMAKING ALL HIS NOWHERE PLANS FOR NOBODY Harry had no idea what was going on. He felt like the rest of the student body; that they were in the dark. Sure, they really weren't. It was hard to keep a secret here at Hogwarts. Everyone knew about the poor muggleborn girl that lay petrified in the hospital wing. No one knew who did it though. All they knew was that near where she had been found, a message had been written on the wall. Some type of Chamber had been open, and a monster was attacking students. The attack had caused a huge up roar among parents and professors.
And although Harry felt sorry for the girl, he couldn't help but groan; wishing the attack had waited a year or so... He was getting ready to take his O.W.L.s this year! He didn't need any more distractions! Nor anymore classes. He knew that the Dueling Club wasn't mandatory; but his mother was teaching it. And he knew that she would want him to be there. And if he didn't, he'd probably get an angry owl from his father, asking why he wasn't taking precautions to protect himself. Honestly, the way parents acted, you would think they thought their own kids were going to be attacked. Which was a high possibility. But everyone knew the Chamber of Secrets was built by Salazar Slytherin when the school was first built. So... the 'Enemies of the Heir' were more than likely to be Squibs or Muggleborns. And seeing how Harry wasn't either, he didn't see why he was at risk of being attacked.
But his mother was a Muggleborn, and that scared him slightly. So, he reasoned with himself, the reason for going to these meetings was so that he could learn to protect her. Sure, it wasn't his job, but as her son, he felt it was. Which brought Harry to his present location. Standing outside the Great Hall. He took a deep breath, before moving to walk in. The tables had all been pushed up against the wall, leaving the Hall looking open and spacious. It was rather nice. They could fit everyone in here comfortably without worrying about pumping into anyone or anything. Well, expect for spells or charms that had been sent off course, but those were hard to avoid on a good day. Seeing that he was the only other person in there save for his mother, he smiled, walking up to her. “Hi Mum.” he said. It was still a bit awkward for him to have his Mum as a Professor. He really wasn't sure if he was to call her 'mum' or 'professor' most of the time, so he tried to avoid having to call out to her; instead settling for just raising his hand and waiting for her to call on him.
“How's Dad? Have you talked to him lately?" he asked. He knew his father would have heard about the recent attack. After all, his father was an Auror, and he knew they made visits to the school every now and then to make sure everything was going smoothly. His Dad was prone to 'panic attacks' when he thought any one of them were in any type of danger. Harry knew because he was the same way.
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Post by COLDEN DIMITRIOUS VANIA KERL on Mar 8, 2011 19:49:18 GMT
It seemed that there was an excited atmosphere over what was going to happen today and Colden was getting a bit annoyed by him. Sure a duelling class was something that didn't come that often but from his experience most people didn't get to duel. There were too many students in the school to allow everyone to have a go, it would be far easier to do it year by year but that never seemed to happen. Still Colden was confident that this time he would have a go as there were a few students he wanted to face up against. He wanted to make a mark in this school and prove to everyone that he wasn't to be messed with, he'd already achieved this with most of the first years and the mudbloods but he needed more respect and what better way to do that then show off his skills in duelling?
It was fair to say that Colden was not only drawn but obsessed with power, he had spent too many years before coming to Hogwarts trying to grasp at power and having his noble name smeared. He had come to learn that his mother's death was because of a lax in judgement and he had since sworn to not only avenge her death and bring glory back to the name of Kerl; but to also ensure he never made her mistake again. It had of course been rather difficult to persuade The Dark Lord that he had no intention of ever betraying him, it seemed he was expected to follow in his mother's footsteps. But he had sworn allegiance to the powerful dark wizard and he had the mark to prove it. And once he found out who had killed his mother and who had forced her to betray Lord Voldemort he would have them suffer ten times what his mother had done. He swore it on his life and he knew that there was a high chance one of the Chahandra children would be here today. He would start with them first; use the children to get to the mother who had started it all and finally he would be one step closer to glory.
Although the professors seemed to be trying to keep it all a bit hushed about the reason behind the rather sudden decision to have a duelling club Colden was intellectual enough to see where this had come from. Only the other day a mudblood had been attacked and the teacher's were acting as if it were a bad thing. If the heir of Slytherin was indeed behind it then good on them; he just wished he knew who it was so he could give them a warm pat on the back and offer his help. But the professors had other ideas and seemed to think that this obvious purification was somehow bad and so they were trying to teach them good duelling techniques. It seemed a bit of a waste of their time after all he highly doubted a few extra spells would work against whatever it was that had caused the girl to be petrified, but at least it would give him a chance to show off what he knew and maybe even get a few 'accidental' hits on a few mudbloods. He was going to take advantage of this opportunity as much as he could and show his fellow Slytherins and Death Eater; both the members and supporters that he was worthy to be one of them.
Entering the Great Hall he noticed that candles had been conjured and he strode past Professor Potter and her stupid perfect 'oh isn't he amazing' son. Harry Potter annoyed him greatly and rumours whispered of him having great power. It sickened him to the core that someone like that could have come from a mudblood and could rival not only his powers but according to rumour the Dark Lord himself. What he wouldn't give to sneakily send a curse his way and put them all out of misery. He knew it would resolve in detention but he didn't care; he'd had detention before and it was no real issue for him, he just didn't want to end up having all the professors against him. Besides there was no real benefit in it for him apart from his own amusement and for once that wasn't enough to give him a reason to do it, and anyway Potter belonged to Voldemort so really it was illogical to pursue him. Leaning against one of the walls he took his wand out and flicked it between his fingers as he waited with a small bit of impatience for something to actually happen; he noticed the traitor Serena entering in and scoffed slightly to himself. How could such a mudblood loving person be in Slytherin? “Never took you for one to duel. Aren't you afraid you'll hurt someone?”
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Post by SERENA ELSIE ROSIER on Mar 8, 2011 23:02:28 GMT
Serena walked into the great hall for the first ever dueling club. She was both excited and frightened when she saw the notice go up in the Slytherin common room. She didn't know all the details other than that a muggleborn girl had been viciously attacked by some monster and ended up petrified. Serena barely knew the second year girl who had been attacked but she felt the need to visit her in the hospital wing after she finished her prefect duties and any time she had free. She normally never got out of bed after hours. It must be so frightening to be lying alone in a dark hospital wing having no clue why you were unable to move or speak. Her love of muggles and her support of muggleborn rights had led her to visit the petrified second year. She knew Faye Green (she found out her name from the hospital wing matron) couldn't hear her and she didn't know her. But, she knew if it had happened to her she wouldn't want to be alone.
Before Serena came she had fixed her makeup because she spent the whole evening crying about the whole ordeal. She knew she was protected by her pureblood status but any muggleborn could be next. Whoever was out there was probably waiting to strike again at any moment. It was utterly barbaric and a horrible crime to attack someone just because they weren't pureblooded. Lately Serena had been getting tired of interhouse rivarly and sometimes wondered what it would be like if everyone got along.
Upon entering the great hall Serena noticed the defense against the dark arts professor Lily Potter and her son Harry Potter. It always got awkward whenever Serena was in the same room as a Gryffindor or someone from the Potter family. Although Harry was only a fifth year and Serena was a seventh year, she still saw him in the great hall at mealtimes and now she'd have to see him everytime the dueling club met. At the moment she didn't know how long Professor Potter planned to have dueling lessons but she imagined that due to the severity of the incident it would go on until the culprit was caught or until she thought she'd taught them enough to protect themselves. Anyway, as for the awkwardness she felt around Harry and other Gryffindors, it once again had to do with interhouse rivalry. It was well known that Harry Potter and Slytherins didn't have the best relationship. She was the older sister of one of the meanest Slytherins ever in the whole school, Adrienne Rosier. Her father was a death eater and there probably wasn't a single person in this school who didn't know that Lord Voldemort wanted Harry dead. She wanted to be liked for who she was instead of what other people may have heard about her or rather who she used to be. She hated telling people over and over again that she wouldn't hurt them and that she no longer had the same ideals as Adrienne.
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Post by remus on Mar 8, 2011 23:04:09 GMT
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Post by SERENA ELSIE ROSIER on Mar 9, 2011 1:14:34 GMT
As Serena waited patiently for the lesson to start she heard the voice of a Slytherin in the same year as her. He was someone else she couldn't stand anymore. She willed herself not to hex him before the dueling had even started. Ever since she got her prefect badge, she fought tooth and nail to keep it. She couldn't lose it over something as trivial as a Slytherin's comment about her loyalties. She breathed in and out a few times to keep calm. "What do you care, Kerl? I washed my hands of you Slytherins after I changed my loyalties and you know what, you sure have the gall to pick with me when there are TWO Professors in the room."she said slowly losing control of her temper. It was a hazard because Adrienne Rosier was her younger sister and she had the most volatile temper of anyone she'd ever met.
While Serena had been talking to Colden she covered her mouth when she noticed that Professor Lupin, the care of magical creatures professor had entered. Oh no! What if he or Professor Potter saw the beginning or end of her semi-outburst? She would probably lose her prefect's badge and it would be all because of him. She had gotten detentions before for the kind of way she was acting. "You know what, Kerl? Don't talk to me anymore. It's a waste of my time and if you keep trying to get a rise out of me, you'll get me in big trouble one of these days."she said in as calm a voice she could manage in her angered and emotional state.
Serena sighed and tried to gather her thoughts and calm herself while she waited to see if Colden would leave her alone and if the Professors noticed how she talked to Colden. She hoped she wouldn't end up dueling him. She was not going to dignify his question with a response because she had two answers to it. Yes, she's afraid she'll hurt someone especially if it its someone she doesn't wish to wound. If she ended up dueling Harry she would be so afraid she'd accidently hurt him but in the books she's read in her spare time she knows it's important not to hesitate during a real duel. If she had to duel Colden she may or may not hesitate. She definitely wishes she could give him a taste of his own medicine and rough him up a bit. But if she hurt him too badly, she might get in trouble. Maybe he was right. She didn't belong in dueling club but for all she knew Professor Potter made it mandatory for all students because of the attack on Faye Green and she wished she wasn't such a pushover and let people walk all over her. So maybe it was good she came here. She just had to learn not to hesitate.
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Post by FABIEN LESTRANGE on Mar 9, 2011 1:46:51 GMT
Silent, slow strides brought Fabien into the great hall. “Vania Kerl.” Spuriously friendly, the oldest Lestrange child had walked up behind the other seventh year, his attention flickering towards his dormmates face before turning his gaze on Serena Rosier; she was, particularly, the type of peer here that he contemned above all others. Blood traitors. Fabien’s top lip curled up, revealing a canine and a few other teeth in a terrible mockery of a smile. She was so utterly pathetic. Such a disappointment that the apple had fallen so far from the tree. He knew, in fact, how her parents were so terribly disappointed in her... “Rosier. Your mother is in good health, then, since the last time I’ve spoken with your father?” His attention had pointedly turned away from her, taking in the growing crowd and the professors in the front of the room.
Fabien guiltily felt as if this entire charade was his gift from the school... it was so touching to see everyone--everyone with any talent in Defense or the Dark Arts, for that matter--gathering in one place. It was almost like a gathering of everyone he may see on the battlefield in the future, regardless of side. Side... which was usually an inherited thing (such as in his case, he thought humorlessly) in other cases, such as the elder Rosier--certainly not to be mistaken for the younger Rosier daughter, who he particularly had a liking for--could turn out to be such disappointments. Slyly, his attention returned to Colden after having adequately taken in his surroundings. Vania Kerl... a loaded name. A subject he’d heard visited numerous times--however, by now, it didn’t matter whether he was a halfblood or not... the dark mark on his left forearm was certainly enough justification for Fabien to consider him worth his time (unlike in previous years).
“You’re making the assumption that she can hurt someone, aren’t you, Kerl? What if the professors pair her up with a muggleborn?” His inflection on the word made it quite obvious that he would have rathered substitute another... less-acceptable word in its place. However, he did have tact. “She’ll be too busy trying to remember the tickling charm and they’ll send her to the hospital wing for her name. Funny how that works, isn’t it?” It was a regret of his that the basilisk was unable to distinguish blood traitors from true, upstanding purebloods. What he wouldn’t give to have him gaze Serena Rosier in the eyes. A flick of his wrist drew his wand from its holster, toyingly rotating it between the fingers of his left hand. It was times like this that he hated being left-handed. Ever since he had received the dark mark from the Dark Lord he had to be extremely careful to wear very form-fitting long sleeved shirts. If they were to shift even a few inches and his robe sleeves rolled up... it could be a disaster waiting to happen.
To this point, however, he had been largely successful in staying unobtrusively undercover. ...Setting gigantic fifty-foot basilisks on the student body was potentially a detriment to staying unnoticed... but it was a situation he’d deal with if it ever came to it. His shoulders were rolled back--a testament to the pride that Lestrange frequently walked around with these days. Ever since his mother had begun intensively training him... ever since she had returned the previous summer, he no longer had reason to fear that he was in any way inferior when it came to defending himself... or attacking. Ever since he had started receiving intensive training from the best, most deadly Death Eater to have existed in the first war... his useful spell repertoire had nearly trippled. This was his zone, and he was certainly appearing arrogant enough to show it. Tagged;;, Colden; Serena; open Wordcount;;, 662 Lyrics;;, Cesse la pluie, Anggun Notes;;, Credits;;, Made by me, here. First time, nyeh?
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Post by SERENA ELSIE ROSIER on Mar 9, 2011 2:36:32 GMT
Serena was startled by the voice of another seventh year. It seemed Slytherins were ganging up on her. She knew there would probably be a huge turnout for this dueling club but still she felt oddly claustrophobic around Slytherins that held on to the pureblood prejudices she tossed away.
To be perfectly honest, Fabien Lestrange scared Serena to death. The canine smile sent shivers down her spine. "m-my mother? s-she's coming along."she answered. She usually looked people directly in the eyes while talking to them but for some reason she was too scared to look Fabien directly in the eyes. She hoped she wouldn't have to duel him. In a duel it's important to look your opponent in the eyes and bow towards them before starting. While Serena tried once again to collect her thoughts and become of sound mind once again she heard Fabien's voice addressing Colden once again. "I wish the Lestrange boy would stop talking about me like I'm not here."[/color]she thought to herself. What she wouldn't give to put some distance between her and these Slytherins by talking to a Gryffindor. She knew they probably wouldn't have dared talk to her or even go near her if she had been talking to Harry but she didn't want to deal with the looks she'd get from the Slytherins.
Serena decided to be bold and end the claustrophobic feeling by talking to someone she actually had something in common with. Sometimes it still felt awkward talking to a Gryffindor because of the rivarly they have with Slytherin. Sometimes she couldn't help but wonder if there were students who still believed she was her old self who hated muggleborns and wouldn't even go near a Gryffindor. Even though earlier she'd seen Harry talking to Professor Potter when she walked in, she still planned to put distance between her and these two Slytherins. She felt like she couldn't breathe around them and if more entered (especially her own sister) she would probably have some sort of nervous breakdown. While Fabien was still talking to Colden, she walked away from them and waited politely to talk to Harry until the professors decided to start the dueling lesson. She sincerely hoped he wouldn't hold a grudge against her for how she used to be because that was no longer her.
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Post by LILY JANE POTTER on Mar 9, 2011 14:40:03 GMT
Lily was debating with herself as to whether or not it was a good idea to let the students pick their own partners or to pair them up out of their friendship groups. On one hand if they were with their friends they might be less inclined to attack each other out of rivalry, but they were more likely to not concentrate and mess around rather than concentrate on the task at hand. Lily’s thoughts were interrupted as she heard the familiar voice of her eldest son Harry, ‘Hi Harry’ Lily said brightly, wanting to give him a hug, but knowing Harry probably wouldn’t approve of it in front of his class mates. Harry asked about his father and Lily smiled, of course she’d spoken to him recently, with the recent events Lily had sent him an owl insisting that the family was fine and insuring him that there was no need for him to panic. ‘Yes your fathers fine, but don’t be surprised if you see him up here soon’ she added with a grin.
Lily glanced to the entrance of the great hall as some students filtered into the hall, followed shortly by Remus, she beamed at him as he came over to them setting his suitcase down on the table, ‘no need to apologise Remus, your on time’ she said as she glanced over to a small group of slytherins that had gathered, it hadn’t escaped her notice that the few slytherins that were here were all from very well known pureblood wizarding families. One day these witches and wizards would leave Hogwarts and choose a side, the very students she was teaching could one day choose to fight against the Order. Shaking this thought off she brought her attention back to Remus.
‘Well I was thinking we could start with teaching them the disarming spell, and some blocking spells, we could perhaps demonstrate first’ she added with a slight twinkle in her eye ‘did you have any other tasks in mind?’
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Post by HARRY JAMES POTTER on Mar 9, 2011 15:39:25 GMT
HE’S A REAL NOWHERE MANSITTING IN HIS NOWHERE LANDMAKING ALL HIS NOWHERE PLANS FOR NOBODY Harry was able to see the desire Lily had for hugging him. And if they were in the privacy of her own Office, he would have been more likely to allow her that. However out here in the open where any number of people could have seen them, he was very glad she didn't. All he needed was any one from Slytherin to see him hugging his mother out in public. He'd be teased like there was no tomorrow. And it would have been worse off than it normally would have with the sudden attack. They'd be teasing him about being scared; and although he was slightly unnerved by the attack he wasn't scared at all. He rolled his eyes slightly, a small smile on his face. “He's really coming here? Isn't that a bit of over kill as far as family protectiveness goes?” he asked. Great, it'd be a Potter reunion at Hogwarts. Oh yeah, he could just here the Slytherin's laughing at him and his sister now. Well, not so much his Sister as him. The Inter-House Rivalry wasn't between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. It was Slytherin and Gryffindor.
He turned his attention towards the entrance as more students came though. Great, just his luck. So far they were all Slytherin's. He wasn't even sure why they were attending. He highly doubted that the Heir of Slytherin was going to send the Monster of Slytherin on any Slytherins. As far as everyone else was concerned, the silver and green portion of the student body was safe from whatever was attacking students. Yet there they stood. Harry openly glared in their direction, although he didn't say anything or react in any other way. He was aware though that the males didn't seem to happy with the female. In fact, she appeared to not even want to stand with them. He turned his emerald green eyes to her, his glare softening slightly, although not disappearing entirely. His expression was more guarded now than anything. He had no reason to trust any Slytherin, even though he knew that not all Slytherin's were bad. A perfect example was Andromeda Tonks. She'd been in Slytherin, yet she had married a Muggleborn. Harry liked her, she was nice.
His attention was turned back to the entrance hall as he heard someone else approaching. Remus was here too! Awesome! Harry grinned up at the older man, happy to see him. “Hi Remus.... er... Professor.” he said, quickly correcting himself. His grin grew into a proud smile at the compliment he received. Any comparison to his father, whether positive or negative, was taken to heart by Harry. He loved being compared to his father. And anytime the words '…just like your father' were directed towards him, Harry felt proud of himself. “Can't make any promises there. But I think my detention record is against me already.” he said. It was no secret that Harry broke at least a dozen school rules every year. Usually he managed to break them only in the first few months at the start of term.
He blinked slightly in confusion as his mother told him it was a good thing he showed up. He rolled his eyes again, waving her off slightly. “Mum, I can disarm someone in my sleep. The only reason I came was because I know if you didn't see me you'd give me a lecture. And then you'd write to Dad about how I was being rebellious and he'd give me a lecture, and I don't need two lectures.” he said to her. He nodded his head slightly in sarcasm. “Yeah Mum, because a Death Eater or Voldemort is going to be waiting to jump me from behind a bush on the next Hogsmeade trip. Their priority is a fifteen year old wizard who hasn't even taken his O.W.L.s yet.” Of course, what Harry didn't know was that could have very well been the case. Sure, he was aware that Voldemort had attacked his family when he was just a toddler, but he had never been told why. He just figured it was because his parents were in the Order and close to Dumbledore.
Seeing movement from the corner of his eyes, he turned his head, looking for the source. His right hand was currently in his pocket, and it had grasped the handle of his wand instinctively. The only other people so far in the Great Hall were Slytherin's. And even though there were two Professors currently standing right in front of him, he still didn't put it past them to try an attack. Not with the Quidditch Season right around the corner. Instead, he came face to face with the young female. “Er... Hullo. Rosier, right?” he asked her. He usually didn't take to remembering anyone's name from Slytherin. Although, it didn't hurt to know your enemies. Of course, that only went as far as names. The only Slytherin's Harry knew well enough were those in his own year. But he did know that Rosier had a younger sister that had been sorted into Hufflepuff, which had shocked quite a few people.
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Post by COLDEN DIMITRIOUS VANIA KERL on Mar 9, 2011 21:28:40 GMT
Serena was in no doubt a beautiful witch and if it weren't for her betrayal of all that Slytherin stood for he would probably have pursued her, thankfully he had never done so and he was ever thankful that his image wasn't ruined by having consorted with a mudblood lover. How on earth the hat chose someone like her for such a noble house was beyond him, the hat saw the truth beneath the surface and he couldn't see any true traits of Salazar Slytherin within Serena. She was more suited for Hufflepuff; the weak and good natured lot who would probably not even hurt a fly. “I care a lot Rosier; I can't very well have the nobility of the house of Slytherin tainted by someone like you now can I?” Pausing he nodded a polite and respectful nod to Fabian as he entered the great hall. "And why should I care if there are professors here? It's never stopped me before."
He didn't respect the power Serena had no would he ever acknowledge it; personally he thought it was a poor choice to choose someone like her to hold such power and authority and would have thought someone else would have been more suited. Heck he'd even go as far to say that a Gryffindor had more right to be the prefect for Slytherin then she did and that was saying something. He like many other Slytherins had a deep rivalry with the house of Gryffindor but unlike some he also had a reason. Many of the Chahandra children were in Gryffindor and as he had a personal vendetta against them he had decided to punish Gryffindor along with them. It was why he had found her next remark so amusing; did she really think that would work on him? "Oh I'm sorry Rosier. Of course I'll stop, I would never dream of getting you into trouble. That would just be mean now wouldn't it?" God she was pathetic. Why on earth would he care about what happened to her? If she got in trouble it wouldn't matter to him, sure, it would be a little fun and would amuse him for a while but he really didn't care either way what happened to her. However if getting her in trouble worked out for the best for the house and for him then he would certainly continue to push her buttons.
Fabian spoke not long after he finished and a smirk spread across his face; Fabian was a powerful wizard and someone which Colden looked up to and considered to be a friend and it was good to know whose side he was on; not that he ever doubted him. He was right though Serene would probably try and do something nice and then find that not everyone was full of flowers and rainbows and he was rather looking forward to seeing that happen. "How right you are my dear friend and I rather look forward to it. You know I bet she cried for that poor mudblood that got attacked. I wouldn't be surprised if she has visited the muggle and held their hand." He replied obvious disgust written on his face. He didn't care for the student nor did he care for all the dread and worry that students were feeling and all the mutters about why this had happened. He saw it as a blessing, the Dark Lord's work was being fulfilled and their world was being purged of it's bad blood. He had nothing to fear from whatever it was that was attacking the students so he had no reason to care at all. "Careful you don't touch the traitor Fabian, you may catch something."
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Post by FABIEN LESTRANGE on Mar 10, 2011 6:48:10 GMT
As interesting as the pair of his fellow yearmates banter was, the moment the female Slytherin began speaking with a stutter Fabien simply could not help himself... he laughed. Gods she was pathetic. One day he would kill her himself if he ever got the chance--ridding the wizarding world of a tumor like her would only be appreciated once the Dark Lord had achieved control of the legal system... an inevitability that seemed would come far sooner than Fabien had initially anticipated. Within a year or two he could easily see the Dark Lord having control of the Ministry of Magic. Led by a bunch of bumbling buffoons... they had no chance against the charismatic ways of the Dark Lord. Although he had only seen the Dark Lord in person a few times, each time instilling in him an awe that he could only hope would be one day felt for himself by others... he would be like that, eventually. He would have the reverence of others... his mother had been right when she had said to him ’You will achieve brilliant things. It is in your very blood and you cannot fight what it is in your blood to be.’ It was in his blood... he was the heir of Slytherin... and some day everyone would know it.
Until then, however, he supposed he would have to deal with the reluctance associated with allowing blood traitors to walk away. His eyes trailed after the eldest Rosier tracking her progress across the room before his attention instantly shifted towards a pair of emerald eyes that were looking directly at him. He met the gaze intently, quirking an eyebrow in acknowledgement. The Potter boy, wasn’t he? And what had he ever done to him to receive a glare like that? Without a doubt with Gryffindor simpletons such as the Potters... it could merely be the crime he had committed more than six years ago to be sorted into Slytherin. That was the boy that the Dark Lord was so interested in, though... that he had gotten the impression could be more powerful than any Death Eater was willing to admit. As amusing as studying the Potter boys face was, his attention wavered when his dormmate responded. Reluctantly Fabien gave him his attention.
My dear friend? Since when had Colden gotten the impression that he was anything to Fabien? Sure, he was willing to act civil with him but let’s not get our knickers in a bunch and start jumping to conclusions here. A resource to the cause or not... Fabien didn’t have friends. They were a weakness and a distraction and he was decently astounded that Colden seemed to have come to such a conclusion; unless he, too, was being falsely friendly? Acquaintances--yes. He had plenty of those and rather enjoyed keeping them around. Having friends... it wasn’t really his thing, now, was it? With the possible exception of his only recognized cousin, Draco Malfoy, and even that was beginning to come under question with the odd feelings he’d been having around Draco lately. He certainly hoped that his theories in regards to his cousins fleeting loyalties were misguided for he was certainly the last person that Fabien wanted to have to turn his wand upon. That thought made the young adult pause.
...Odd. He’d never realized that he had this weakness before. It was certainly something he would need to divert some time to figuring through at a later time, because it was completely unacceptable that he had any misgivings in that regard... if his aunt Narcissa defected his mother would have no qualms hitting her back with a well-placed Avada Kedavra. Perhaps he would have to come at this situation with Draco from a... different angle. He would spend some time exerting his influence on his cousin and attempt to steer him away from any blasphemous, traitorous thoughts he may have been having... Fabien certainly hoped that it was his imagination, although he seemed to be rarely wrong in such regards... if it seemed that he had a chance to rectify Draco’s errors in judgement he would see to it; if there were no immediately noticable changes in the way his cousin acted... then he would step back and allow events to happen as they may.
He was getting distracted, wasn’t he? Fabien blinked a few times, focusing back on the present. “I’m quite positive that she has cried over this. Possibly numerous times.” The insidious grasp of guilty pleasure washed over him again as he nearly broke out into a more sinister version of his earlier canine smile... perhaps a good thing that he had caught himself as he really didn’t want to give Colden the incorrect idea that his attempts at humor were succesful. Serena Rosier... would likely be much more devastated when mudbloods started dieing. He could only imagine the sort of emotional torment that she would feel--that many Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors... and disappointingly, even the Ravenclaws would feel. Merlin, but he wanted them to die. He wanted to make them suffer for what they were doing to the delicate world that they shared. He would kill them all with his own wand if he could. But not yet... not yet. “I assure you, Kerl, I had no intentions of touching her. That’s disgusting.”
Silence overtook him as he studied the entrances to the Great Hall... less students had yet shown up than he had anticipated, but others were coming in yet. None of them interested Fabien, a fact that was rapidly becoming something of a disappointment... where was Jake Lawrence or Edward Brody now? He toyed with his wand a bit more, ignoring the feeling of unrest that inherently came with his actions. He knew his wand didn’t like it, or him for that matter... but he didn’t care. He was itching for those Gryffindor seventh-year boys to show up... he would mop the floor with them. They were nothing--trained by mediocre Defense Against the Dark Arts professors over the years... possibly studying some on their own time. They had no chance against him. He knew more Dark Arts then they had ever heard of and if given the chance would love to acquaint them with. Nothing damaging... not here under supervision, but perhaps later if given the chance... he would be able to get away with some if there were no professors around, wouldn’t he? Corner them where the portraits couldn’t see. If not his peers... then he could settle for someone like Potter. To be quite honest he simply had a craving for blood that had yet to ever, really, been quenched. Tagged;;, Colden; Serena; Harry; open Wordcount;;, 1110 Lyrics;;, Cesse la pluie, Anggun Notes;;, Credits;;, Made by me.
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Post by SERENA ELSIE ROSIER on Mar 11, 2011 1:11:34 GMT
Serena rolled her eyes at Kerl's remark before she walked away from him. She tried her hardest to ignore the other two Slytherins talking about her. Even though she was on the other side of the room she could still hear them. "Yes, that's right. Serena Rosier."she said to Harry by way of introducing herself. She nervously twiddled her thumbs. She wished the Slytherins could find something else to talk about other than how much of a traitor she was.
So what if she visted the petrified muggleborn. Maybe she did hold her petrified hands in her own lively ones. She didn't see how they would know anything about it even if her new personality was a giveaway. Every night she lied to her roommates about late prefect duty and studying. It was partly true but she would never say she was actually heading to the hospital wing. She breathed heavily and tried to overcome her desire to whip out her wand and hex the both of them. She felt really insecure around Slytherins nowadays and they were just making it worse.
Serena desperately prayed to herself that more students from other houses would come so the lesson could start. Also she would feel less awkward if there were more people she actually had something in common with. She did more silent breathing exercises to keep herself calm while nodding a polite hello to Professors Potter and Lupin. Serena was a polite person and wouldn't dare interrupt adults while they were having an important conversation.
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Post by JAMES CHARLUS POTTER on Mar 11, 2011 6:30:01 GMT
[/color] James said into Harry’s hair as he gave him a quick kiss on the top of his head. He knew the open affectionate probably wouldn’t be too well received by his fifteen-year-old son, but he couldn’t really help himself – he was just so relieved. “I’m glad you’re here. It’s good to see you.”His arms still around his son, James glanced up, looking for another rather important person and finally spotting her standing near the front of the room on a makeshift stage they’d organized for the occasion. A small smile stretching across his face, James gave Harry another quick squeeze before letting him go, probably to his son’s relief. “You pay attention, alright?” he instructed Harry, making sure he understood how serious he was. Any extra help in defense that Harry could get would help him stay safe in the long run, so it was incredibly important to absorb all the information he could in these lessons. Once again making his way through the crowd, James followed the flash of bright red hair he had spotted near the front of the room. “Lily!” he called out, causing a few student heads to turn his way, which he had no problem ignoring. When he had finally caught up to her, he grabbed her arm, admittedly a little rougher than he had grabbed Harry, and turned her around, grasping her by the arms and giving her a solid kiss right on her beautiful lips. It was probably a bit of an unnecessary spectacle, but James didn’t really care. He could get rather insane when his family was threatened, and right now he was just so overcome with relief at seeing everyone safe and sound that he didn’t really care who stood witness to their little reunion. Pulling away from Lily, he saw that she was taken a bit off guard, so he dove right into his explanation. “I’m sorry I didn’t write first, but they gave me the chance to come up here and you know I just had to take it. I just had to see you and the kids to make sure you all were alright. How’s the club going?” he said all in a rush, a little out of breath from his hurrying. Now that he was here with his family, he could calm down just a little bit – he hoped the calming started soon, because he imagined that right about now he was probably freaking people out. word count;; 1066 [/size][/ul]
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Post by HARLEEN ELIZABETH FLIDAIS on Mar 11, 2011 7:18:31 GMT
There was little point in saying that she wasn't worried. The attack, still fresh in the minds of Hogwarts faculty and students alike, was all anyone would talk about and just thinking about it gave Harleen the chills, but even she had to admit that she was curious. The girl who'd been attacked was a second year student, thankfully not someone she'd come to know, but even so...anyone could be next and that had done enough to keep her on her toes despite the fact that she'd been born to magical parents.
'No, not just anyone' she thought shaking her head as she retrieved a novel from her nightstand and dropped it into her schoolbag for later perusal. 'Muggleborns.' She paused a moment, setting the bag on her bed. She'd gone over the story of Salazar Slytherin's quarrel with the other founders over who should be allowed to attend the school about ten times now and even still, she couldn't quite wrap her mind around it. Certainly, she knew the tendencies of certain wizards when it came to interacting with those who had been born to muggles, but she simply didn't see the point. Not once had she met a muggleborn student who couldn't cast this or that spell as well as any of the purebloods she knew, though she did know admittedly few of them personally. Regardless, it couldn't have been a matter of magical ability. That only left so many things.
As far as she knew, the fact that muggles could produce magical offspring in the first place was proof enough that muggles interbreeding with magical folk wouldn't end up killing off the world's population of witches and wizards after x amount of years, so it couldn't be that. And that only left the political angle, making this nothing more than a power play, a need to assert status and dominance where none ought to exist. Every time she came to this conclusion she approved it less and less until it began to instill in her a quiet sort of rage.
Harleen's brow furrowed as she peered at the little hourglass sitting atop her trunk. If she didn't hurry downstairs soon, she was going to be late to dueling club. Letting out a sigh she hefted her bag onto her shoulder and snatched her wand from the small side table next to her bed. "Why didn't anyone tell me?" she asked the empty room as she made her way to the door. Somehow, she was always the last one to know when something was going on and, true to form, the Ravenclaw common room was nearly empty when she got downstairs.
Clutching at her bag a bit tighter than necessary, she began making her way to the Great Hall, hoping she wouldn't be noticeably late when she arrived. Already, a number of possible excuses were flitting through her brain, creating themselves in one instant and dismissing themselves in the next. No, if she was quick enough about it, excuses wouldn't be necessary, and she did so hate to lie anyway.
As the large double doors that led into the hall became visible she let out a sigh. 'Made it,' she thought as she slipped inside, relieved to see that not everyone had arrived yet, though there were, she noted instantly, an awful lot of Slytherins. She gave them a fairly wide berth. Whatever they were talking about, she seemed to know almost instinctively that she wanted absolutely no part in it. Instead, she stopped beside Lupin, greeting him with an even, "Hello, Professor."
Letting her bag drop to her feet, she scanned the hall for familiar faces. "I'm sorry I'm late," she added after a moment's silence. "I hope I haven't missed anything."
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tagging remus; open word count: 630 lyrics: rain by creed credits: LOVEXHATE @ CAUTION & me
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