Hollywood Whore

[Miss Murder]

Xanthe

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Fear clawed in her stomach. Kyra Jacobs had arrived, as well as another female in a bright green flame. The unknown girl was Kyra’s sister, though, they really didn‘t look much alike. However, Xanthe recognized those cold, menacing, crazy blue eyes they both presented. No one but the Jacobs family could have those eyes.
The wild, unruly-looking woman obviously was a previous Azkaban prisoner. Her raven hair was tangled, clothes ripped and dirty… she looked like she hadn’t washed in weeks. Blood seeped from the fresh wounds on her wrists, either from a struggle or just for the fact that she wanted a dramatic entry.
Her voice cackled at Xanthe, and she glared up into her icy gaze. The pain from her freshly made Dark Mark made the anger all the more intense.
Voldemort spoke the woman’s name, and she almost fell to her knees with rejoice. And Xanthe was the “lovesick” one.
She froze. The Dark Lord knew she had killed Gavin? All this time? Is that why Snape brought her here?
Her heart pumped quickly, her mind racing. Alina didn’t know her brother was dead. She addressed her sister, Kyra, for an answer, but lost interest when she didn’t respond to her teasing.
"Christ's sake, Rabastan should be here. Why, to not even be at his own daughter’s initiation..."
Xanthe stopped trembling at once. A small glimmer of curiosity could be seen in her eyes, and she felt it too. It churned in her chest, and for the first time, she wanted to meet her father. Her real father, Rebastan Lestrange.
“My father?” she said to Alina. Her words were as quiet as a whisper, but the pain was too intense for her to muster the strength for a louder voice. “You know him?”

Draco

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Draco stepped through the wooden doors, looking less submissive than normal .Actually, he looked cocky.
He was proud of himself for successfully capturing the Murder boy, who dangled limply from his ankle in midair beside him.
He looked around, his grey eyes glistening as he noticed a few more Death Eaters had arrived since he left. There were two girls, one he had seen before, Kyra Jacobs. The other female looked older than Kyra, but had the same icy-blue gaze. She seemed so unruly, like she had just been released from Azkaban, and by the looks of it, Draco was right….
She was jeering at her sister mockingly, for what, he didn’t know. Frankly, he didn’t want to know and much less he cared.
Malfoy dropped Xavier to the floor in front of Voldemort smugly, and crossed his arms. The boy landed on the floor with a sickening thump. Murder was knocked out cold; he was put into a magically induced sleep, so there wasn’t a chance of him waking up unless someone woke him with a spell.
Xavier’s sister was in the process of receiving her Dark Mark. She was being restrained by Snape, but why? Malfoy smirked, looking at the girl‘s frightened face. He didn’t need anyone to hold him down as he got his, and he was supposed to be the cowardly one.

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[prongs]

Alinas head whipped around when Draco came in with another boy who looked somewhat simular to the girl getting her Dark Mark.
"Another one?" she said, grinning a little. She eyed him from head to toe, then back again. A perverted smile crossed her thin lips, but it only came because she knew it might annoy the girl getting the Dark Mark.
"You want Rabastan?" Alina smirked. "According to Sissy over here," She gestured at Kyra with her thumb. "He hasn't shown up in weeks. Dissapeared off the face of the earth, maybe..."
Her insane ice blue eyes met Draco's gray ones. "Well done, Draco. Well done."
Kyra looked at Alina, then Draco, then Xanthe. She bit her bottom lip to try to regain herself, ignoring the scarlet, metallic liquid that pooled in her mouth from so.
Alina clapped her hands together. "Well, don't worry, little tadpole." she said with a scratchy sound of affection that also sounded poisonous. "Me and your ickle-Daddykins will teach you all you need to know. You must've killed Gavin by luck, but even still, he was weaker than Kyra over here. And that says something!"
She hopped from one foot to the other quickly in a little jig pattern. She took out her wand, and from the table a bottle of wine and a crystal glass levitated. She grabbed one in each hand, took a long swig of the wine, then poured some in a glass.[/size]

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Lord V. !

It wasn't such a horrible pain to steal the voice of the girl, and yet she could barely muster a whimper. Rabastan, they were speaking about. How he had sired to Slytherins before him, but his features weren't visible in their faces. The boy was taller than his father, that much was visible just from the naked eye. He would be stronger, faster, smarter than him, as well. He was positive, his own powers would trace the veins of both twins. There were reasons he had had the children brought to him, and the rest of them would find out soon.

"Yes, girl. You will be trained by the best of my Death Eaters, the most loyal, fleet, impressive warriors you have ever seen. Your brother will be as well, and you will be joining the ranks of us." His gaze slid dow to the boy crumpled on the ground. Stupify held him motionless, but the bottoms of his pants wwere inches above his ankle. His robes were too short. Had Rabastan not been buying him the right sized clothes? Did the boy not know who his father was? It would out soon, and they would know everything. The father would arrive shortly, for he had threatened him with death if he didn't appear at his own reunion.

Rabastan !

He had to bend to get out of the fireplace. The flames were changing, turning orange, by the time he was able to step from it. His robes trailed the carpet, and it smelled like something was burning. Wasn't the initiantion ceremony he had missed for his daughter, the wimp was pouting about the stinging sensation surely. It wasn't that bad, he recalled the feeling of his own, and the boy lay on the floor. He smirked; either he was too tough for them to handle, he was really tired, or he was injured himself on the trip. After all, he could tell the boy was taller than himself, couple feet at least.

"My Lord," He bowed at the waist, eyes trailing the floor. With a jolt, he stood, whirled and stamped on his robes. That had been the burning smell. His boot stomped at the deep black, extinguishing the burning embers. He straightened with a flick of his cloack and cleared his throat. "Damn robes..." He turned back, to the others, eyes glinting hard coal as he looked at the others. Just a few long steps carried him to the twins, and he stood straighter, looking down his nose at the girl. "I," his finger poked his chest as he spoke. "Am your father." He bent lower, to be eye level with her. "What are you whinig about, now."

[Rabastan is just a temp. for now at least.]

[Miss Murder]

Xanthe

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Lord Voldemort had just laid out her whole future for her in a few simple sentences. Xanthe knew that as a Death Eater, you truly had no future, even if you got to live on. Every time Voldemort called, you were to be there. When he tells you to do something, you better do it. There was no such thing as saying no to the Dark Lord. No matter what, he was always more dynamic, more cunning, and had more people on his side than you. No one could defy or deny him; he could not be destroyed.
No matter how terrible that sounded, the Slytherin girl knew she wasn’t going to run away from her chosen fate. In a sick way, she longed to be known and an extremely powerful witch. When people shouted her name, she wanted it to be feared as much as it was heard.
Xanthe’s gaze landed on Xavier. His body was limply strewn on the wooden floors. He was knocked out cold, totally unaware of what was about to happen to him. Would he feel the same way she did about becoming a Death Eater, or would he fight back? Xavier wasn’t the one to whine about anything; he just faced whatever was thrown at him. Perhaps, this would turn out the same way. Maybe, deep inside, he had as much bloodlust as she did. They never really talked about it before.
The pain on her left arm was intensifying. Secretly, she wished that it would just end. The burning didn’t hurt so bad, but the way it prickled was nearly unbearable to her. Her right hand unclenched and flexed open in an attempt to get rid of some of the mental strain. Xanthe found some fabric on Snape’s robes and latched on. Strangely, she was growing frightened by the sight of her arm. The skull and the serpent were darkening, the mark protruding from under her skin. Of course, all the people in this room, besides Xavier, had already been through this, and they seemed just fine. What was this mark supposed to do, anyway? Was it just used to signify you as a Death Eater, or what? It was only a matter of time before she found out. Surely during her “training” they’d tell her a thing or two about this “Dark Mark”.
Green flames flickered out of the corner of her eye. Xanthe tipped her head slightly to the side and saw a man enter from the fireplace. He didn’t notice his robes were on fire until after he greeted Lord Voldemort. It was funny, seeing this forty-something year old man stomping on his own clothing. The smell of the smoke filled Xanthe’s nostrils and she felt the urge to sneeze. She daren’t though, out of fear that she may sneeze on Voldemort. Now that would be bad.
The mysterious man glinted at her with his dark blue eyes, his expression stiff as stone. “I am your father,” he announced, sticking a finger to his chest. He leaned down and met Xanthe’s eyes. “What are you whining about, now.”
It wasn’t even a question. She just stared at him and tried not to grit her teeth. Never would she show how happy she was to finally meet her pureblood, her true, father. And the first time he lay eyes on her, he thought her to be weak. It didn’t seem fair; it wasn’t.
“I‘m whining?” Xanthe growled breathlessly, glaring at him. “At least I had the guts to show up without being told, like you obviously were. Unlike you, your daughter has a backbone.”

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Suzan stared wide-eyed at the entire scene. Oddly enough, she had only spotted Xanthe and Snape in the room, foolishly dismissing the thought to look at whoever else was there. You could say she was frozen in.. shock? Whatever it was, the Slytherin found herself leaning forward and making the entry door creak loudly; however, the 7th year was so taken aback by what she saw that she never noticed she had made a single sound. Was was Xanthe doing here, getting what looked like a mark on her arm, [Had to be the Dark Mark] and what about Snape? Surely they weren't really.. Death Eaters.

She never had anything against them, strangely enough, and was mostly neutral about the entire catastrophe with 'The Boy Who Lived'. Now, almost practically staring death in the face, Suzan realized she was leaning against the door and was now visible. Her face paled quickly, but when her eyes fell on the one person that was unmistakably Voldemort, she froze.

[Wilhelmina & Darius]

Darius!

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Darius sat in the home he had been allowed to stay at as long as he stayed out of trouble, the problem was that it belonged to a man that he loathed, his own muggle brother. He found it so incredibly boring now that the little girl had been sent off to school, he had nothing to take his anger out on now. So he sat there, in the front room of their house silently, waiting for something interesting to happen. He laughed out loud, "Something interesting, Darius? Do you forget where you are?" he asked himself before sinking down in the plushy arm-chair.

Suddenly a stinging sensation came to his right fore-arm. Once again, nothing out of the ordinary. He regulary ignored Voldemort's callings, it had been quite a while since he had even tried to follow out his calls. But, Darius had absolutely nothing else to do. So, he would put up with a possible scolding from his dear Lord, and apologize for being away for so long. All he knew was that he had to get out of this place, it was driving him insane. Darius laughed out loud once more, though much heavier. "Insane? Insane?! You are already insane, you fool of a man!"

In a few short moments the flames in Malfoy's fireplace were shooting up, and Darius was stooping to get out of the flames before he caught fire himself. A soft smirk was present on his lips as he looked around the well-occupied room. People he hadn't seen in a rather long time, and he found it very comforting to be in a place free of those idiotic muggles. He let out a loud sigh so he would be noticed by at least most of the people around, then confidently trotted over to a chair before placing his rear-end onto the soft cushion. He acted like it was nothing new to be here, like he owned the place himself.

Usually Darius would have absolutely no problem sticking his nose in where it didn't belong, but considering whos business this was and that he would potentially already be in trouble with Voldemort, he decided that he would stay out of the commotion at the moment and find a place to put in a word or two to get himself noticed.

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Alina Jacobs took another long swig of the wine, then when Darius came in, she levitated it back to the table and walked over to him.
"My, my, my." she said, crowning a perversive smile on her lips as she walked over to him, her wrists still bleeding heavily from handcuffs. "Darius. I must say that I missed you during my stay in Azkaban." She walked over behind his chair, placing her hands on his shoulders, leaning into his ear as if she were telling a secret. She smiled, and touched her lips softly to his upper cheek.
"Rabastan's spawn are being-" she began, but she definatley heard something, and grabbed her wand. She ran in her dancing, skipping way to where Suzan Marsh was hiding, and grabbed her by the hair with her bloody and dirt covered hands.
"I found a spy! I found a spy!" she screamed, dragging Suzan by the hair over to where Snape and Voldemort stood, then threw her down at Voldemorts knees.
Alina gripped to her wand, running her tongue over her bottom lip. "May I, may I please have permission for this one, My Lord? I have not tortured in such a long time, I want to see the pain again..."
She grinned, and gripped to her wand tighter.
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Lord V. !

"Nice of you to join us." His voice was a hiss, and anyone could hear the anger boiling beneath the words. Darius was in deep shit, and he knew it. But Alina was already moving toward him, and he decided that his punishment could wait for the moment. Far be it he would get off scot-free, the man could just wait, and worry about what he had coming to him. No one got away with ignoring him for so long, especially when there was nothing stopping them from attending the meetings he called. Rabastan was in danger, as well, and he had been stuck with training his spawn.

It would be a tough job, but Darius would be in deeper. Not only had he been living in the company of those useless muggles, with nothing stopping him, nothing holding him down, nothing making him go into hiding, no one holding him hostage, no one forcing him to stay where he was, he just chose to ignore his callings. But the boy would be taken care of first.

The spy, as well. The girl was pitiful looking, and he didn't move. His gaze slid down, staring at the girl, his menacing, threatening red eyes meeting her blueish ones. "Yes, Alina, go ahead. But first," his wand flicked, ebbing the flow of blood from her wrists. The splats of the crimson on the floor was annoying.

Rabastan !

"Weak, whiny, pitiful. There is no way this child can be mine. Shall we wake the boy and see how he whines?" He wasn't speaking to anyone in particular, though the female of the twins was closest. "Ennervate," he flicked his wand (and his wand >D) in the direction of the boy. It had been pulled from his robes in a matter of seconds, and he watched the male twin stirring. He couldn't be as much of a crybaby as his sister was. "I only showed up today as My Lord asked me to. I didn't want to be here, I want nothing to do with either of you. And as I recall, Severus here had to bring you, while Draco captured your brother. You have no backbone," he paused, his gaze growing harder (and his gaze). "And you haven't proven yourself worthy to be called my daughter."

He whipped around to face the boy, his hand gripping the neck of his robes as he jerked him. "Stand boy. Stand proud while you recieve your Mark," his face was contorted in a snarl. They would prove themselves before they called him father.

Xav !

He sat up with a jerk, his gaze switching around the Drawing Room quickly. "Where the fuck..." he trailed off as he saw Xanthe, gripped to Snape. He felt his face flush with anger. What had they done? Kidnapped him? But that wasn't important. His sister looked like she was in pain. Suzan Marsh was on the floor as well, at the pale feet of some monster. Not quite a monster, but close enough. He sat in the middle of a room full of Death Eaters. Kyra Jacobs, Severus Snape, Voldemort. Along with others he wasn't familiar with.

He felt a hand grip the back of his clothes, jerking him. His anger flared again. As quick as he could stand, he did, shaking the man from himself. "Don't fucking touch me again." He hands gripped into fists at his sides. He didn't have his wand, it was beside his bed, in the bedside cabinet. He felt vulnerable, maybe that was why they had snatched him while he slept. But Xanthe had her's, that was helpful, at least they weren't at a total disadvantage. And Suzan surely had her's, but she could belong to the opposite side.

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Alina dipped her head in respect to The Dark Lord. "I think you, My Lord."
Her wand at the ready, a new light took Alina's eyes. "Crucio!"
She squirmed with joy when Suzan was going through the pain, and her upper lip curled up the way a feral cat's would when over its dying prey. "What were you doing here, spy? Sent by the Order on some pathetic suidice mission?"
Without waiting for an answer, she laughed. "Crucio!"
A large looking Barn Owl carrying a letter swooped down at the table, placing a piece of parchment at Alina's place setting, where the bottle of wine stood. Apparently, whomever sent the letter was in too much of a rush to even sign it or put it in an envelope.
Alina stopped, and looked at tiny Xanthe. "Little, precious cucumber, pay attention to your next lesson." she said excitedly. "The Cruciatus Curse only works if you believe it to work. I think that with your skill," she looked at Xanthe in the eyes, her insane ice blue ones met with her emerald ones. "This could be your speciality. Many are tortured into insanity with this, precious cucumber. Remember that."
She looked back at Suzan. "Well? Are you going to tell us or not?"

Kyra Jacobs looked at the wand in her pocket, wanting to help in any way. She wanted to feel important, and she looked at the twins in horror.
If they prove to be better than me, she thought, I might be disposed of.
Panic overtook her, and her hands started shaking and got clammy.

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[Miss Murder]

Snape

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He let the girl go when the Dark Mark was complete, and stepped back from Voldemort. Only then as he tried to move did he realise that Xanthe had a hold of his robes. Snape pried her fingers away and narrowed his eyes, darkly gazing around the room. Many Death Eaters had arrived, more than he expected, actually.
Rabastan denied his daughter any recognition, and quietly, Snape snorted at the man’s insults. He should be grateful he has children. Snape knew he’d never have any of his own, but if he did, he’d at least acknowledge their existence. It was sad really, that this man thought his two kids had to prove themselves before he’d accept them as his own. That sounded ridiculous.
He watched Lestrange wake Xavier, yanking on the collar of his robes. Snape could do nothing about it, nor could he do anything for Suzan Marsh, who, with the Dark Lord’s permission, was being tortured by Alina Jacobs in front of everyone.
Severus stood with his back against the dark purple wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He noticed Darius Franzini sitting an armchair, looking like he owned the place. Pssh, like he’d even come if the Dark Lord hadn’t told him to. He was a coward, and Snape knew this very well. Darius wasn’t afraid of punishment, no, but he was afraid of death, he and Rabastan both. It was amusing, watching them both returning with their tails between their legs.
Oh, well, the Dark Lord surley wasn‘t fooled by their sudden presence. They’d learn soon enough the difference between loyalty and fear.

Xanthe

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Xanthe’s eyes showed nothing as her father spoke grossly of her. She didn’t care what he thought; he barley knew her. Never before had he shown any interest in she or Xavier, so why would it matter if she did “prove herself” to him? He said that he wanted nothing to do with either of the two… so why would she or her brother even try to become “worthy” enough to be his children? It was obvious that Rabastan was just trying to look tough in front of all the Death Eaters.
She grew angery as he pulled on Xavier's robes. She wanted to attack her father, maybe even kill him... but Voldemort would surely kill her before one of his more experienced Death Eaters.
The Slytherin’s attention diverted to Alina as she addressed her. The woman was using the Cruciatus Curse on Suzan Marsh, a girl she was acquainted with. A sick smile crossed her face as she walked closer and stood beside Alina.
"The Cruciatus Curse only works if you believe it to work. I think that with your skill,” their gazes collided, Alina’s insanity seeping into Xanthe‘s. “This could be your specialty. Many are tortured into insanity with this, precious cucumber. Remember that."
Xanthe gave the unruly woman a nod, unconsciously scratching her fresh Dark Mark. It felt itchy on her skin, but the pain had completely ceased.
It was funny watching weaker people be tormented. They were helpless, and their cries only made it more enjoyable. She cackled, fighting off the urge to ask if she could also torture the defenseless girl.
“Isn’t there a curse that makes the person do whatever you want them to?” Xanthe asked, her voice full of curiosity. “Imperio?”

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Xavier? He was here as well? Suzan tried to put it all together, but before she could, a quick words were said between the student (didn't remember her name-only her face) and Voldemort. Simply hearing talk of torture daunting enough, yet all that was forgotten in a few moments. After the girl had performed the curse, seemingly twice in a row, Suzan lay on the floor unmoving. Her body seemed to pulse with pain even afterward; it could best be described as having your bones on fire and your head split. Her hazed blue eyes stared ahead. Suzan didn't dare move again, and nearly considered staying quite when she realized the girl clearly had no trouble with cursing anyone.

She lay still for a few more moments as the pain ebbed away.. Would they even believe her? "No," she replied almost silently. She closed her eyes gratefully to know, or at least have heard, that the room was focused on other things as well. 'The Order?' Ah. More information might be needed to avoid more confrontation.. The curse could drive a person insane if used too much. "No," she said in a slightly louder voice, "I'm not part of anything..." She paused and took a few breaths. "I just followed Snape and.. Xanthe."

Suzan felt strangely sore, with the exception of her head now pounding, and said nothing more after that, staring at the cold floor fearfully. 'No no no no! No more, I don't think I can take it!' she pleaded in her head. She knew Xanthe could be annoying, but out of all people, she expected her to help the most. There had to be at least someone in the room that wasn't so cold-hearted.. Luckily enough she was able to see most of the ones that were there, with the exception of this Rebastian person, a male whose voice she didn't recognize, Snape, and of course Voldemort. Who could help? It was obvious Xanthe would be no help.. She didn't know anyone in the room (recognized Kyra though) but it was worth a try. 'There's Xavier, some blond, and Kyra,' the listed frantically in her head, giving them all hopeful glances.

[prongs]

Alina gave a sick smile at seeing Xanthe walk over to her. She was extremely grateful for the Dark Lord to let her teach the little girl...it made her feel...almost motherlike, in a sick way.
She walks with curiosity, my little cucumber does. I'll teach her to be better than even her father, I'll teach my little cucumber...
She gave a smile to Xanthe, and pursed her thin lips until only her snakebite piercings were visible under ner nose. "Yes, my little cucumber. The Imperius Curse lets you control your victim, and some who have pledged alleigance to The Dark Lord only claim to have done his bidding under this curse."
"Or pretend they didn't mean a thing." Kyra sniggered, shooting a glance at Draco Malfoy.
Alinas eyes slitted when her sister interrupted her, but she refocused. "That disloyalty is an unspeakable dishonour. The Imperius Curse is easy againt most victims, but some have been trained to be able to throw it off, or reject it entirely."
Kyra looked at Snape. "We don't exactly have to use the Cruciatus Curse, right? Severus is a Potions master, after all." she said, her voice quavering. "We could use Veritaserum..."
Alina laughed at her. "Veritaserum? That is much too valuable to waste on scum like this. Honestly, Kyra, you're proving yourself less useful by the minute."
Kyras eyes widened in horror, her worst fear coming true.
She could sense Xanthe's enjoyment, and she looked at her with pride. "Oh, would you want to have a go at it? The Cruciatus Curse, I mean."
Alina looked at Xavier. "Or you? She is a Hogwarts student, the little brat. Right? You must know her, right? Have there been any...misunderstandings in the past? It's now your time to get revenge on her, if you like. Revenge through unbearable pain that leaves the victim begging for death..."
She stopped the curse immediatley, giving a space of time where Suzan could talk. She gestured with her wand to Xanthe, giving her permission to torture the Slytherin.
"You followed them, you say? I don't believe you. Tell us the real reason why you're here." She looked at her precious cucumber.
"I know you already have use in one of the Unforgivable Curses." she hissed. "So make Daddy proud."

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[Miss Murder]

Xanthe

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Xanthe’s lip curled into a snarl. Suzan had followed her and Snape here? How did she know where they were going, then? They Disapparated in the forest! Marsh knew more information than she was giving. Anger flared in her stomach as she reached for her wand in her robe pocket, gripping it firmly in her hand.
Alina gave her a menacing smile. "Oh, would you want to have a go at it? The Cruciatus Curse, I mean," she said, pride glinting in her icy-blue eyes.
The raven-haired woman spoke to Xavier, but he didn’t seem to notice. Xanthe was trembling with excitement, her first time using Cruciatus on someone.
I wonder how it’ll feel… Does she really deserve this?
"I know you already have use in one of the Unforgivable Curses," Alina hissed, her voice jerking Xanthe away from any second thoughts. "So make Daddy proud."
The young girl took a deep breath and pointed her wand at Suzan. She had every right to be furious at her fellow Slytherin; Suzan didn’t deserve to be there amongst them all. She shouldn’t have the privilege to even look at them.
Xanthe pointed her wand at Suzan, quivering with elation and wrath. She felt the hate prickle inside her, and thought hard.
Crucio!

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Okay, so she hadn't exactly followed them.. She had pretty much wandered about and guessed, and what better place to sneak off than what she believed was an abandoned house? Either way, the Slytherin found it just plain suspicious that an older man would be leaving with a younger girl; not to suggest anything, but it was weird. "Well I guessed," Suzan admitted quietly. 'I thought this place was abandoned, how was I supposed to know that Voldemort and his followers were here?'

More pain shot through Suzan, not nearly as bad as before; Xanthe was just a horrible brat, but Alina seemed as cold-hearted and evil as Voldemort himself. The 7th year was filled with anger this time instead of fear.. "You.. BITCH," she screamed. It wasn't the harsh, disabling pain she experienced earlier, but just plain horrible pain a person could go barely manage to go through. She had forgotten the others where there and lifted her eyes blazingly to meet the girl's. "What.. did I ever do to you.." As far as Suzan remembered, it had been Xanthe that bugged the hell out of her and knocked her unconscious a while back with that.. whatever the hell it was.

'Come on, think. You can't just lay there like something.. sleeping.' She tried to push the word dead out of her head, but it was still in the back of her mind. Suzan trembled as forced herself to her knees before reaching for her hand hidden in her robes, 'Didn't catch that did you..', and pointed at Xante, though her aim wasn't wholly accurate. "C.. Confringo!" She finally fell back to the floor exhausted and numb in pain; her mind starting to get fuzzy, she hoped she had hit something, anything, to distract Xanthe, even if she wasn't hit directly..

WORDS: 300
MUSE: Good! But its hurts to type things like that.
OTHER: Haha. I said the 'b' word XD If I'm power-playing, I apologize >.< I figured it was kind of even.. But I'll edit my post if I must

[prongs]

Alina smirked when Xanthe actually use the Cruciatus Curse; for a moment, she thought she wouldn't do it. For a moment, she thought she was as weak as her spineless father...
She sparked with interest when Xanthe didn't say a word.
She can perform wordless spells already...
Her eyes slitted in anger when Suzan recoiled from the attack, and she gripped her own wand.
"Averte Statura!"
Alina grinned as Suzan was sent flying backward, eventually into the wall of the Malfoy Manor.
"Incarcerous!"
Ropes flew out of her wand and tied the seventh year Slytherin tightly around the ankles and wrists. Alina walked over to Suzan, and while laughing, kicked her hard in the ribs.
"My Lord," she asked Voldemort humbly. "I'll be taking her to the cellar with my cucumber, unless, of course, you need her any longer. I suppose while she is here, she learns of the residents of these parts, make sure she doesn't get lost..."
Alina bowed lower, and glared at Xanthe with her insane eye to do so also.

Kyra pulled out her own wand when Suzan had set ablaze to some of Xanthes robes, and whispered, "Aguamentei."
The fire was quickly put out, but Kyra didn't acknowledge that she helped her in any way. She turned to Xavier, keen on how he would respond.

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