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Post by prongs on Aug 4, 2009 17:38:33 GMT -5
Gavins upper lip curled slightly.
"The Murders do not have much more than what is expected of them, in my personal opinion." he asserted, gripping his glass goblet. "But...the girls knowledge....quite confounds me, if I must say so. She knew...the Sectumsemptra spell."
The room became eerily quiet, other than for the breathing of the Death Eaters and the hissing of Nagini.
Kyra looked at Gavin, as if to ask him to stop speaking. Gavin ignored her.
"Ah yes, Severus. She found your book." Gavin wanted to rub it in, but had better sense than to do such, but his eyes showed cockiness. "That's why my dumb sister has all the bandages. You'll find a pretty stain in your office tomorrow, Snape."
Kyra's face was mortified, and she couldn't help but look at her bandaged hand.
Gavin continued. "Kyra and I met the girl to try and...negotiate, trade, whatever. I think that one of them has a....wolf sized problem, if you know what I mean?"
He glanced at Kyra; she did not dare meet his glare. She played with her fingers quietly, waiting to be spoken to, waiting to be permissed. She regained some color, but the way the Dark Lord scolded her would be more permenant than the scars that the Murder girl had given her...
Gavin looked as Snape filled his glass with wine, and with a smirk, filled his with wine. The wine took the form of a dragon, and breathed fire into the glass whilst trying to escape, and then settled at the very bottom, turning into a liquid, drinkable substance. He raised it to eye level, and downed it quickly until there was not much left.
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Post by Miss Murder on Aug 4, 2009 18:05:31 GMT -5
Snape
Snape almost choked on his wine. That wasn’t possible, was it, that the girl had that book? He had thought Potter had it all this time…he must’ve stashed it somewhere and she found it. But how?
“What makes you think that book is mine?” Snape snarled, pushing his goblet away from him, no longer in the mood to drink.
He looked over at Kyra, his dark eyes sweeping over her. He had noticed the bandages before he came in, but he thought very little of it. How did Kyra live if he had never told many people about the counter curse? How did Gavin know?
The pieces didn’t fit into the puzzle. Somehow, someway, he had missed something somewhere, and Gavin knew more than he thought he did.
Snape settled his elbows on the table and looked back over at Gavin, glaring. “What was her reason to use Sectumsempra? Do I have a furry little problem in my school, Mr. Jacobs? Your knowledge is questionable. I’d like to know why you were in my castle, and what this girl did. Obviously,” he said darkly, his gaze shifting over to the fireplace, “she‘s more of a threat than I thought possible.”
He smirked. “I mean, she must be something to tear your sister up that badly.”
“Honestly, Kyra… you let a second year do that to you…?” Snape allowed himself to smile at the girl, mocking her. “Or were you too weak to stop her?”
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Post by prongs on Aug 4, 2009 18:23:42 GMT -5
He smirked. “I mean, she must be something to tear your sister up that badly.”
“Honestly, Kyra… you let a second year do that to you…?” Snape allowed himself to smile at the girl, mocking her. “Or were you too weak to stop her?”
Kyra fumed when Snape told him this. "She was sneaking around in your office, I confronted her about the book, and she attacked me-"
Gavin snarled at her; it sounded like his Animagus when it was hissing. Kyra stopped.
"Is it wrong that I miss school?" Gavin sneered. "And, I came back as an Animagus just to make sure my two sisters stayed in line, of course. Lucky I was there, because if I didn't find Kyra in time when that brat Murder cast the spell, she would have died..."
He swirled his finger in the cup, and it filled with water. "But while I was there as a cat, I found something rather interesting in the Room of Requirement...The book of the Half Blood Prince? I had only guessed it was you from the dating of the book, of course. But whoever had come up with these spells...is surely a genius."
He sucked up to Snape majorly, and Kyra looked as if she could stab him. Gavin smiled. "Well, every prince needs a castle, right?"
Kyra piped up. "I offered the Wolfsbane she needed, but she wouldn't give the book to me; obviously, she finds it of some value."
Gavin turned to her, barely acknowledging her. "Right. That's why we need it. Our target shouldn't know those kind of things..."
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Post by Miss Murder on Aug 4, 2009 18:54:18 GMT -5
Snape
“Don’t think you can get out of this with flattery,” Snape hissed, his hands curing into fists. “How could you have known she was your target when it happened previously?”
His challenging gaze was locked on Gavin. He was growing more and more angry and agitated the more he found out about this incident. Something serious had been going on in Hogwarts and he didn‘t know about it! Someone could‘ve gotten killed, and would’ve if the ankle biter hadn’t been there.
“Are you accusing the Murder girl of being a werewolf?” he said, turning his head and scowling at Kyra. He paused and pursed his lips, trying to regain his thoughts. “And I‘d like to know why you were in my office as much as I want to know why Miss Murder was. Neither of you have the right to be in there, and you both should be expelled.”
Snape crossed his arms, furious. He took another sip of wine and began bouncing his foot from nerves. This was such a mess… he’d have to talk to the Murder girl if he wanted the whole story. For some reason, it felt like the siblings were keeping something from him… a secret, maybe?
“Was there anyone else involved in this?” he asked, looking away from all the Death Eaters at the table. He didn’t want them to see how angry this was making him; anger was a sign of weakness. Normally, he was perfectly capable of shielding his emotions from others, but this was proving to be a challenge.
If he let his mind slip, even a little, the Dark Lord can invade it… and who knows what he’d find out?
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Post by [[ - padfoot on Aug 4, 2009 19:08:06 GMT -5
Lord V. !
Wolf-sized problem? Surely he was speaking of one of them being a werewolf. His red gaze slipped sideways to Fenrir. His robes whipped back as he paced again. Targets, incidents, accidents, attacks. Had they not heard what he had said?! The twins were not to be touched. Not until he had figured out which one was the important one. Which one held the vital part of him.
His jaw was clenched, red eyes slits as the room around him blurred. His mind traveled across the lands, watching the twins. He had entered the mind of the male, and he was watching his sister study the book. "She has your book, Severus. Why have you not checked her. Take the book before she can hurt either one of them. If they die, so does everyone here." His voice hissed across the room, cutting off all other sources of communication. They knew better than to talk over him. "Find out which is the wolf and keep it from infecting others. For now. Don't piss the girl off. We don't want Miss Jacobs here to die, now do we." His head (and his head) whipped to face the pale girl. She still hadn't recovered from his scoldings, though the older sibling looked as happy as could be.
"Obviously, Severus, wherever the girl goes, the boy does. Obviously he was involved, as well. Neither shall be expelled, though. The girl is needed there. You need to watch them, report everything they do. If I must repeat myself again, well, think of the consequences yourself." He paused, letting his words sink in. "Kyra, you are to watch them. From a distance. If they are injured again, just one drop of blood, inflicted by you or your brother, you will both be punished. Understood." It wasn't a question. They understood, or they would be taken away from the school. "Watch them closely. I want to know their habits."
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Post by prongs on Aug 5, 2009 12:21:41 GMT -5
"Kyra, you are to watch them. From a distance. If they are injured again, just one drop of blood, inflicted by you or your brother, you will both be punished. Understood."
Kyra nodded slowly. "Understood." She stopped herself from shivering at the intensity of Lord Voldemorts words. Again, more inaudible this time, she muttered, "Understood."
Gavin nodded also, and turned to Snape. "My sister said a girl was being...bothersome, to her. That's why I called her a target. Excuse me if you think otherwise."
Kyra piped up again. "I think it's the boy who is infected, most likely. The siblings are inseperable, and thats why Xanthe probably wants the book so bad."
She turned to Snape. "Headmaster, the only reason I went in your office was to stop the Murder girl in her tracks. You'll find your expensive Doxy eggs missing tomorrow, and you'll know who did it."
Gavin whipped his head around to Draco. "You haven't been saying much, boy. Where's your pitiful excuse for a father?"
He relaxed. "Come to think of it, barely anyone's here..."
Kyra gave an apologetic look to Draco, and continued to study her shoes.
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Post by Miss Murder on Aug 5, 2009 12:48:42 GMT -5
Snape
Snape’s expression grew darker with every word the siblings spewed out of their mouths. So, the Murder girl thinks she can steal from him and get away with it? She was as dim-witted as mice if she thought that to be true. He was going to have to talk to both of the Murders individually, after he completed the plan he had, of course.
He partially believed Kyra was telling the truth about the Doxy eggs… but how was it possible that the girl got into his stores? Snape had but a curse on it so any skin that touched the handle would burn… but that would make the task of getting the truth out of the Murder girl much easier. She’d have burns on her hands if she wasn’t crafty enough to think he‘d cursed his own closet.
“Well?” he said flatly. “Were you successful in stopping her Miss Jacobs? By the looks of you, she put up quite a fight first… and I believe you may have lost….”
Snape looked over at Draco. Gavin was right; Lucius Malfoy and his wife were no where to be seen. Maybe they were too scared to show their faces because of the favor he had done for them in the past…
Draco
Draco’s feet shifted underneath the table. He had just been listening to the conversation and the argument that broke out between Snape and the Jacobs. He remembered how Snape had pressed him on in the past; he could tell the headmaster was growing pretty stressed from all the responsibilities he had now.
But Snape’s life wasn’t as hard as his own. Draco had to live in the shadows because of the stupid decision he made when he was younger. He hated being a Death Eater, but he knew he was stuck for the rest of his life, just like everyone else in this room.
“D… Don’t call my father pitiful, you disgraceful brute!” he snapped. “My father is a better Death Eater than you, and he‘s done more for the Dark Lord than you will in your entire life!”
He knew he words were empty, and he slunk deeper into his chair. Draco honestly didn’t know where his father was right now. Maybe he was avoiding Lord Voldemort for some reason? It didn’t matter; he was just making himself look bad, and his son too, as well as Narcissa.
Draco caught Kyra’s blue gaze and fell angry. He didn’t need her looks of sympathy; he could handle her brother all on his own!
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Post by prongs on Aug 8, 2009 11:34:08 GMT -5
Gavin sneered at Draco Malfoy, his upper lip curling; being a cat for such long periods of time, he took to some cat-like habits.
"Don't even try that one, Draco." he said, his white teeth sharply showing. "You couldn't even kill Albus Dumbledore, poor Snape here had to do it for you. I guess the gene of being a pitiful coward runs all throughout the Malfoy family, don't you think?"
Gavin turned away from the Malfoy, as if he didn't want to grace him with his prescence any longer.
Turning to Severus Snape, he said, "I will be there tomorrow at Dueling. But I'm not so sure Professor Hancock will be too keen on the idea of having a cramped classroom..."
Kyra noticed Draco's anger, and stared down at her feet meekly. She wasn't cut out to be a Death Eater, not with her cowardly attidude, but her entire family had been Death Eaters. She still remembered how her parents were killed in a battle, and how her sister, who was also a highly trusted Death Eater, was locked away in Azkaban...
I'm not Alina. I'm not my parents. I'm not Gavin. I need to make my own impact.
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