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Post by [[ - padfoot on Jul 28, 2009 11:57:45 GMT -5
Lord V. !
Voldemort, Voldemort, ooh Voldie, Voldie, Voldie, Voldemort !
Flames flickered in the fireplace, lighting the corner of the dim room. A patch of white seemed to hover above the floor, drifting from one side of the room to the other. The grip of his wand was clenched in his hand, the tip poking his long, petrified fingers. His skin was a bleached looking white, and the slits on his face slid closed as he breathed in. The night was pitch black, the stars over the manor hidden by clouds. He wanted to call his followers to him, to order them to find his heir. He knew the little brat was out there somewhere, he could feel it in his...bones (penis xD). The kid had to be found. But who's kid was it? He expected him at Hogwarts, but he couldn't possibly just show up. Not even with Severus Snape as Headmaster.
He needed the twerp under his control, as soon as possible. If he fell in with the wrong group, his plans could be ruined. He refused to hand his throne to Bellatrix. It had to be this kid, the one he had placed his powers in, even while the child was still in his whore mother's womb. "Wormtail!" His voice was a bellow, calling the animagus to him.
The man was squat, obese, and one could tell he had spent years posing as a garden rat. He jerked the arm from the mans side, His wand pressing to the faded mark on his arm. Even as he touched the tip of the wand to it, it grew dark, summoning his followers.
Notes Eh. Definately not my best. I'm hoping,
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Post by prongs on Jul 28, 2009 13:25:45 GMT -5
A blonde, young figiure appeared through Floo Powder by the fireplace, a show of fire swirling around her. She wore a black dress that was partially ripped at the ends from her fight with the Murder Twins, and a fresh cut was stinging above her eye, but she ignored it.
Her ebony black wand was gripped in her left hand so hard that her knuckles were bleached white, and upon seeing Lord Voldemort in person, she looked a little taken back, as she was one of the newest Death Eaters, but her ice blue eyes flashed in a warm greeting.
She dipped her head in respect for Voldemort, and took her rightful place at the table in the red leather seat between Fenrir Greyback and Vincent Crabbe.
"My Lord." Kyra Jacobs said respectfully, her grip on her wand relaxing. "Might I ask what this is for?"
She seemed to make a snarl. “One of the Murder Twins – you’ve probably heard of them, My Lord, as they are descended from the Blacks and the Lestranges – just abseloutley had to pick a fight with me, so I’m sorry that I am late.” She looked at the floor around her, a little dazzled by the patterns of the fancy elaborate rug, or the wonders of the Manor.
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Post by [[ - padfoot on Jul 28, 2009 13:41:32 GMT -5
Lord V. !
His eyes flashed. The flames turned green as Jacobs stepped from them, blood glinting in the dim light. His face controted, he advanced on the girl, his robes billowing around him. "Did I ask you to speak, girl?" His voice as low as a hiss, he leaned on the table, his whitened face directly in front of her pale one. His head (and his head) cocked to the side as he studied her, listening to her words. The Murder Twins. He jerked at the name, it had to be one of them. "You are not to touch them again!" With each word, his voice rose as stared at her. "Do I make myself clear," his voice was as low as a whisper. He turned, not waiting for a reply as he paced again.
Patience wasn't a virtue of his, and his anger was building. There should be more of them, more Death Eaters. They should have arrived by now. Malfoy, of course, considering his headquarters was their home. He tapped his wand against his thigh, smirking at the sparks flickering from it.
They had to have potential, facing down an experienced Death Eater, surviving, and inflicted a few wounds of their own. But which was it? He needed them brought to him, he needed them tested.
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Post by prongs on Jul 28, 2009 13:52:33 GMT -5
Kyra was frozen with fear, rigid as a stone.
"Y-yes...My Lord." she stammered, gripping onto her seat with her ivory hands. If there was one thing that she didn't want to do, it was to get on Voldemorts bad side...
She glanced around at the empty table recollecting about the fight in the Room of Requirement, and her grip on the arm rests tightened at the thought of Xanthe Murder. How she hated that little pesky brat so...
She decided to get the matter off of her mind, and began tracing in the air with fire as a child would. She painted a fiery dragon, and it sailed across the room until Kyra made a larger one to swallow it whole. Soon, a butterfly made of black fire flew its way, eventually diving and commiting suicide in her crystal glass of water. Her bright pink lips twisted into a smile, but she heard someone coming down the footsteps, and the fire animals dissapeared at once. She looked at the closed Oak door, waiting to see if someone would enter through them.
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Post by Miss Murder on Jul 28, 2009 14:56:10 GMT -5
Draco
Draco’s eyes peered through the doors to the drawing room. His hand touched the handle lightly as he stepped inside, anxious. He had felt his Dark Mark sting into his left arm a few moments ago. It startled him at first, for he had forgotten it was even there until he lifted up his sleeve, exposing the skull and the serpent.
He shut the heavy door behind him, all the time keeping his head and his gaze downward. He did not want to meet the scarlet eyes of the Dark Lord, Voldemort. No, he couldn’t endure his menacing glare, nor his nasty slits in which he used to breathe.
Through the orange glow of the fire, he saw a girl sitting at the table. She was pretty with curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes… but there was a bad feel about her. She didn’t seem like a person anyone could befriend with, and he could tell this just by the way she sat.
Draco walked over to the table and slowly pulled out a chair to sit it, still trying not to look up at the Dark Lord.
He sat down carefully, examining his hands. He didn’t want to show any sign of weakness, even though he knew he was as thick as parchment was, perhaps even less.
Snape
His black cloak billowed out behind him as he exploded through the oak doors of the Malfoy’s Drawing room, fearing he may be a bit too late for the Dark Lord’s liking.
It wasn’t his fault he was delayed; being Headmaster is a tough job. You just can’t up and walk out of the castle without someone knowing you’re gone. And even when you’re gone, you cannot stay for an extended period of time; what if there was an attack?
But, Snape would know when to expect a battle at Hogwarts; he lived both, in the world of the Death Eaters and had his other “life” back at the castle. No one there knew of his secret affiliation with the Dark Lord other than the students who were Death Eaters themselves.
Speaking of which, as Snape made way to the table, familiar faces were there to greet him. Kyra Jacobs sat, her eyes still dully focused on the door, and then Malfoy, who seemed to have a strange interest about his hands….
He sat at the very end of the table, away from the other Death Eaters. He didn’t want to sit with mere children… during a meeting.... That was like slapping himself across the face.
“Yes, my Lord?” Snape asked, lazily flicking his gaze over to Voldemort’s pale, white silhouette.
(**OOC: I’m just temporarily playing as Snape, I might change my mind later and make it permanent, but it isn’t for now.)
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Post by [[ - padfoot on Jul 28, 2009 21:53:22 GMT -5
Lord V. !
His robes flashed from his sides as he whipped towards the doors. Malfoy entered first, closing the doors quietly. There was something wrong with that boy. Him and his embarassment of a father as well. He sneered as he paced towards the boy, leaning on the table again. "What took so long, Draco?" He sounded like a snake, someone had told him long ago. Maybe it had been Lucius, maybe Bellatrix. He didn't care, it wasn't of his concern. One long, spindly finger stretched out from the hand moving towards him, trailing along his cheek. His slits opened, breathing in, his mouth open in a sneer. The boy would surely recoil, who wouldn't after all? His touch was like poison, almost deadly to some.
His attention whipped towards Snape. "Ah, Severus. Tell me about...the Murders." A light dare, just below the surface, suggested he wouldn't. His loyalties were else where, just as they had been when Dumbledore lived. Severus wasn't devoted to him, he showed out of fear. Whos to say he would keep returning, if he believed he could survive running? He resumed his pacing as he waited, not in the least patiently, waiting for a reply.
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Post by Miss Murder on Jul 28, 2009 23:04:09 GMT -5
Draco
“What took so long, Draco?"
Draco heard Voldemort’s hiss. His whole body tensed as if the body bind curse had been cast at him as the creature moved over to him, slowly taking a boney finger and touching his cheek.
It stung.
He twitched, snapping his eyes shut so he wouldn’t have to look into Voldemort’s crimson eyes. His knuckles grew pale as he gripped tightly to the arms of his chair, his fingernails digging into the fine leather exterior. Malfoy hated Lord Voldemort’s touch, his whole aura. He could feel his breath on the skin that made up his face….
The feeling vanished as well as the deadly touch of the Dark Lord seconds later (though it felt more like minutes). Draco opened his grey eyes, catching Voldemort’s sneer before he turned away to Snape. He shuddered.
He couldn’t bring himself to answer Voldemort’s question.
He was too afraid to, afraid of what might happen if he gave him the wrong answer.
As the Dark Lord inched closer to Snape, Malfoy felt his chest heave for air and he let out a sickly gasp. Only then did he realize he had held his breath the whole time Voldemort was near. He coughed once, making it as low as he possibly could. He didn’t want Voldemort to come back over to him, he never wanted to see his face, if you could call it that, ever again.
The dark presence was enough to scare him away forever.
This isn’t what he signed up for….
Snape
Snape sat emotionlessly as Draco was touched by the Dark Lord. He had no sympathy for the brat, even if he was Lucius Malfoy’s only son. He deserved every bit or torture he got. The Dark Lord chose Draco to kill Albus Dumbledore three years ago, not him.
And what did he do? Made an Unbreakable Vow to his whiney mother just to shut her up, of course. He carried out the deed as he had promised, while that impudent child got his way. He and his mother both still breathed to this day, even though they went against the wishes of the Dark Lord!
But so did he.
The Dark Lord’s request came as kind of a shock to him. The Murders have been enrolled in Hogwarts for two years and now he chooses to ask about them? What’s with this all of a sudden?
“The Murders are nothing but complete hellions,” he said hatefully, folding his arms to his chest. “The male never tries to excel at anything; he just lazes around and expects to get credit for it. Most of the time, he doesn’t show up for class. When he does, he’s late.”
Snape paused, his gaze looking on at the snake-like face of the Dark Lord. He wasn’t afraid to look at him straight-on. He daren’t kill him if he had the chance, not when he was so low on followers. Honestly… none of them were here when he called for them. Such a shame….
“The girl is a nuisance.” Severus put emphases on the last word, his lip in a snarl. “She’s always watching me, and I haven’t the slightest clue to what she wants.”
He unfolded his arms and placed his elbows on the table, using the top of his right hand to support his chin.
“She’s so skilled at Potions that it’s highly unnatural… for such a senseless girl as her.”
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Post by [[ - padfoot on Jul 31, 2009 11:27:52 GMT -5
Lord V. !
His face whipped to face Draco again, the holes of his ears catching his cough. He sneered. The boy was afraid of him, as he well should be. There was absolutely no reason to feel at home when the Dark Lord was around. Not when he had no qualms about killing on sight. But Snape had answered his question. "Get close to them. Kill their family, bring them to live with you. Tell me everything they do, when they do it. Make sure the boy passes. Keep them together, and deal with the girl." His voice was barely audible, loud enough for only Severus to hear. No one else needed to know of this now.
His voice dropped to a hiss, speaking Parselmouth. Nagini, to me. Not longer, he heard her scales slipping over the wood, slithering towards him. She slipped under the table, frightening his Death Eaters. She didn't speak back, but settled herself in a chair near him.
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Post by prongs on Jul 31, 2009 15:25:00 GMT -5
Kyra stared at Snape, then back at the Dark Lord. On the outside, her ivory face looked calm and composed, but she felt like vomiting on the inside. And she was sure that Voldemort could tell.
Kyra Jacobs looked at Draco for a little, stealing a quick smile at him. He was intelligent, and good looking...but she didn't really see anything out of the ordinary from him. He probably was a coward.
Her ebony wand rattled against the table, as she played with it to keep herself doing something.
"Forgive me, My Lord." she said, her left hand palms down on her wand on the table. "But I don't see how the two are of much importance. We all know thay are kin to both the Lestranges and the Blacks, but I mean, they are only second years. But I could help, because I happen to know them and I am in their house-"
Her eyes turned blank with fear as she saw Nagini glide underneath the tables, and her lips rigid and still.
A black cat jumped atop the table, scattering the silverware many different places. The cat dipped his head to Voldemort, and seated his tail-less behind in one of the red leather chairs beside his sister. He morphed in seconds into the black hooded figiure of Gavin Jacobs. His eyes were like slits from anger, and his skin icy pale.
"Forgive my tardiness, My Lord." he said through gritted teeth. "I had a little bit of a setback."
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Post by Miss Murder on Jul 31, 2009 16:11:26 GMT -5
Draco
He saw Kyra give him a grin behind Voldemort’s back, but he didn’t return the gesture. Draco was far too tense from the feeling of the snake gliding across his shoes to even think about showing happiness, especially in case Voldemort happened to turn around at that very second.
He had nothing to say about Voldemort’s odd interest in the Murders. He didn’t even know who they were. According to what Snape had said, though, he could tell that they were just two stupid kids doing stupid things. He disliked people like that. It reminded him of Potter.
Draco scowled.
Seconds later, a cat barged through the doors. As a human, he had blond hair and blue eyes, exactly like Kyra. Maybe they’re siblings? Who knows, it might just be a coincidence.
He hardly knew anyone anymore. Draco felt too confined to his home to leave, although he wanted to escape so badly. He did not like being held prisoner of Lord Voldemort, even if he had become a Death Eater by personal decision.
When he was young, he envisioned the life of a Death Eater as glamorous and full of pride and it made others highly respect you. But he was so wrong… it was too constricting, too lonely.
Snape
Secretly, Snape agreed with the girl; she said some smart things sometimes, but her action of questioning the Dark Lord was very foolish. She was sure to be punished for it.
How could the Murder twins be of any value to the Dark Lord? They were just purebloods, after all; very irrational and irresponsible ones, but their blood status suggested they were great, and he’s never once seen them put this “greatness” to any use.
He slid his chair back slightly as Nagini slithered across his feet. Snape did not like that snake at all; she was strangely creepy and a bit intimidating. The Dark Lord has ordered Nagini kill people and eat the remains afterward.
It was very barbaric to think about… and it was even worse to witness.
His empty gaze was fixed on a cat that appeared at the door and leapt on the table. He disturbed much of the silverware before he took a seat and morphed into a human boy. His eyes showed of a struggle, just as his sister’s did earlier. What were they up to?
Come to think of it - he glanced at Kyra- she was covered in bandages. He hadn’t looked close enough to notice when he came in. She had to have been in Hogwarts when she was wounded enough to be encased in bandages, because she was only a sixth year and wasn’t allowed out of the castle.
Suspicions rising, he leaned in forward toward the Death Eaters, waiting for further instructions from the Dark Lord.
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Post by [[ - padfoot on Jul 31, 2009 16:26:48 GMT -5
Lord V. !
His back went stiff as the Jacobs girl spoke. Hadn't he told her not to speak unless spoken to? Even if he hadn't, the girl should know better. Had her filthy parents raised her to show the Dark Lord no respect at all? Before he could turn around, though, Gavin appeared. He snarled as he whipped to face them, his cloak billowing around him as he moved to stand in front of the female. His face was contorted, worse than usual, with fury. Did she plan to go against his wishes and confront the twins? "WHAT DOES IT MATTER, MY REASON?! I GAVE YOU AN ORDER AND I EXPECT IT TO BE FOLLOWED!"
His boney finger clenched the table, his long yellow fingernails leaving rivulets in the wood where he clawed it in anger. He paid no attention to the boy. He was no better, showing up when the meeting was almost finished. it didn't matter if they were pure of blood or not. If he wanted them to die, they would die. If he wantde the twins watched, they would be watched. "You will have no part in this Jacobs. Maybe if you had kept your big mouth shut..." He trailed off, his face inches from her's. She should be cowering in fear, not choosing to straighten ehr spine and stand up to him. She knew teribble things happened to those who defied him. His nails tapped against the table, and he heard Nagini hiss behind him. Her attention was focused on the girl too, the one who had upset her master.
Sneering he turned back to Severus. "Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear."
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Post by prongs on Jul 31, 2009 22:21:51 GMT -5
Kyra stood rigid with fear, unable to breathe at all with the Dark Lord so close to her face. Her blue eyes were stone rigid, and she made no movement.
She couldn't bring herself to speak, or to look into his eyes. She nodded very quickly, and stared down at the exquisite floor pattern. As soon as Voldemort slowly edged away from her, she began breathing again, more pale in the face than her usual ivory self.
Gavin stared at his sister angrily; making herself look bad would ultimatley make him look bad also. She avoided his gaze; she stared at the centerpiece of the table.
He placed his wand in his pocket; his anger slowly ebbing away. Sure, he was still mad at Kyra for letting the twins get away, but now that she had personally tarnished the family name to the Dark Lord...he could just strangle her and snap her twiggy neck in two.
Gavin could tell that more wizards were coming; for now, it was only him, Wormtail, Draco, Severus, and his sister, not including Voldemort.
"Do we know where they stand currentley?" he asked Severus, his eyes looking as if he was perfectly calm and content and absoring all this information, when inside he was still fuming. "It may be easier to track them if we know even the simplest of things."
Kyra thought of something, but she decided it was better not to speak up
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Post by Miss Murder on Aug 2, 2009 12:17:38 GMT -5
Draco
Draco’s grey eyes widened as Lord Voldemort scolded her. His voice was strangely shrill and deep at the same time, the vibrations of his tone rumbling in his chest.
As he looked on, he saw that Kyra was frightened too; she couldn’t even manage to breathe. Who could if the Dark Lord was yelling in their face? He was a scary thing to look at and a worse thing to anger…
He put his hands on his lap, still keeping his gaze down at the top of the table, staying as silent as possible. Draco’s fingers clenched the fabric on his knees. He was hunched over in his chair in submission. He did not want to get snapped at a second time.
The blonde boy spoke to Snape. He looked very calm to be in the presence of Lord Voldemort; it was kind of amazing. Still, his eyes looked a little glazed over with an unseen emotion. It was probably just anger; his sister had made him look bad in front of Voldemort, and he was probably less respected by him because of it.
Draco glanced over at Kyra, who was still trying recollect herself. She was paler than usual, her face less attractive. He could tell that she wanted to join in the conversation but was too timid to do so. But, she was just obeying orders, like a Death Eater should.
Snape
He faintly smiled to himself as the girl was scolded, it was more like a sneer than anything else. The Dark Lord turned to him, and he erased the amused look of his face.
“Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear.”
Snape gave him a slight nod; he didn’t want to speak when he was flaming mad.
Gavin spoke up, taking him a bit by surprise. What does it matter if Gavin knew about the twins? This job didn’t belong to him. It was Snape’s task, and no one else’s. In the end, it would be him monitoring the twins, him taking responsibility for them him killing their parents and brother.
A question popped into his mind. Would he have to murder the pureblood, Rabastan Lestrange, too? He was a Death Eater after all… but obviously not a very loyal one. So, he mustn’t be too important to the Dark Lord.
“You don’t think I couldn’t come to that conclusion myself, Mr. Jacobs?” Severus snarled at Gavin, his eyes flashing with resentment. He looked over to Voldemort and then back to the boy. “Both parents are Death Eaters, and history almost always repeats itself. So, I believe they may join us in the future.”
He closed his eyes annoyingly and sighed. Not once had he ever seen them do anything bad enough to suggest they were interested in the Dark Arts… not yet. He was going to make sure he would in the future… the very near future. His thin lips curled into a smile as he got an idea.
“Miss and Mr. Jacobs… you are to report to Dueling tomorrow at first period, understand?” he ordered, looking at both of them in a side glance. “I want you to assist me in something….”
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Post by prongs on Aug 2, 2009 19:37:25 GMT -5
Kyra glanced at Draco, her face still rigid with fear. Nagini was hissing under the table, and her being petrified of snakes combined with what Voldemort just did, she was mortified. She turned to Snape, and mustering all of the little bit of sanity she had left inside of her, she nodded. "Of course, Headmaster."
She bit her bottom lip, not noticing the metallic taste of blood pooling in her mouth.
Gavin looked somewhat snarky when Snape glared at him and said, “You don’t think I couldn’t come to that conclusion myself, Mr. Jacobs?” He could have laughed, but he had more brains to do so, with the Dark Lord around. His eyes, however, showed the humor in the situation, as he never took anything or anyone seriously.
"I was just saying that," he said very cooly, "If we know anything, even the slightest bit, we should all say now. It would save time, of course."
Leaning in further, he had another snarky look on his face, feeling full of himself, as he mocked, "Nobody would want Headmaster Snape to be doing something that was...useless...at the time."
He grinned, his profoundly white teeth penetrating over his pale lips. "Of course, I'm expected to come in my Animagus form?"
His face was beautiful, of course, but his hair was often uncared for and ungroomed. He had his sister's eyes, an icy blue. His parents were respected Death Eaters, and he and his sister Alina were first to join them. When Gavin's parents and his sister Alina died, he somewhat took role as head of the Jacobs Manor.
Of course, Bethany hasn't shown her rat-like face in the house in years. He sneered at the thought.
Gavins head whipped to the door, as he thought that he heard a being approach. Out of habit, he grabbed for his wand.
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Post by Miss Murder on Aug 3, 2009 10:55:58 GMT -5
Snape
“You honestly think I would do something useless?” he asked with humor lining his tone. Snape relaxed in his seat, twisting his body slightly sideways to face Gavin a little better.
“I don’t like to admit it, but I have never paid close attention to the Murders,” he said coolly. “I’m afraid I do not know significant details other than their names and what they look like. I’m interested to hear what you two know. Especially you, Mr. Jacobs, since you weren’t allowed in Hogwarts in the first place.” As he finished his sentence, he smirked menacingly; he didn’t enjoy this kid’s company. Gavin was too persistent for his liking.
Snape gave his wand a wave and filled the goblet nearest him up with wine and took a drink before continuing. “Animagus form would be best, considering you aren’t supposed to be anywhere near castle grounds,” he said. “Keep in mind you’re only going to be there to observe… if you interfere, don’t think I will do nothing about it.”
Snape glared into Gavin’s crystal blue eyes. His expression hardened as he side glanced over to Kyra, who was being unnaturally submissive after the Dark Lord had denounced her for speaking out of turn. It was kind of humorous in a way, since she always strutted through the corridors like she was superior to the other students. And now, here she sits, no longer the assertive one.
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