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Post by Daniel on Oct 2, 2005 8:21:45 GMT -5
Tom cursed under his breath as he passed the hospital wing. ~Sarah knows. If Word gets around... i'll have to modify the memories of the entire school. Or i could just kill them all...~ he sighs. ~when did this get so messy. Then there's my idiot son. He cant even kill a 16 year old girl.~ He takes a swallow of the potion he'd been using in place of the polyjuice. It worked longer and tasted better, thanks to Snape. Tom grinned. At least that was going well.
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 8:40:41 GMT -5
|Jesse was, of course, not in class. Regardless of where he was actually supposed to be, he was, nevertheless, not in class at the moment. He was, truth be told, wandering. His long, brown hair pulled back into a braid, bangs obscuring his eyes (those strange, ill-matched eyes), with four thick books clutched to his chest, and all of them dealing with the more illegal aspects of the Dark Arts. There was even one on the theory of the Unforgivables (it was actually his father's book, which he had stolen the day before he left for school). And who should he run into (literally!) while he was carrying these books? None other than that odd boy who was in his house, that...Tom boy? Was that his name? Either way, he still fell to the floor with a quiet "Oof!"|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 2, 2005 8:43:45 GMT -5
<Snape does the body good?>
Tom glares down at him. "what do you want?" He studies the boy, and his eyes fall on the books he carries. "You're in black arent you?" He sighs. "Working for the dark arts. Good profession."
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 8:51:14 GMT -5
((Yes! XD I am such a rabid Snape fangirl it's funny.))
|He looked up from beneath his bangs, blue eye flashing. "I apologize...I didn't mean to run into you..." His voice was whispery-soft, like leaves or turning pages. He quietly began to gather up his books. "Don't tell anyone I have these...Father wouldn't be happy if he knew I took his book." He was muttering, not specifically to himself, though it might have seemed that way. "Crucio me, will he...Ought to use that Skinning Curse on him..." Having retrieved all his books, he straightened, and finally got a good look at the boy in front of him, his blue and brown eye widening. "Oh..," he whispered.|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 2, 2005 8:56:50 GMT -5
<... wow... that is all i can say.>
Tom blinks, and steps back. He grins a little. ~Crucio his own son... i should speak to this kids father.~ "Be lucky im not a prefect, or i would have put you in detention. Watch where you're walking." he pauses. "Why arent you in class?" He rolls his eyes. ~This school thinks its so safe...they cant even catch a wandering student... no wonder i got in so easily.~
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 9:10:45 GMT -5
|He blinked, slowly, and then gave the other boy a secretive smile. "I'm hardly ever in class. Not unless I want to be." And he held out his books, briefly. "These...are all I need to know. For now, at least. What are you doing out here, anyways? I've given my excuse, now you should give me yours." He cocked his head, his eyes half-lidded, that unnerving clear blue eye unblinking.|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 2, 2005 9:13:54 GMT -5
"Im a seventh year. I have free period." He glances around. "Are you serious about the dark arts?" ~Perhaps this is the break i need to be rid of those girls."
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 9:19:43 GMT -5
|He cocked his head. What was this guy up to? "Perhaps, perhaps not. Smaller things, mostly. I'm not about to cast an Unforgivable in the middle of this school. For all I know, there are wards set up to alert the Headmistress about that sort of thing." Another slow, considering blink. "And there's someone who's...in my circle of protection, as it were. I won't hurt her." His smile, now, was small and sly. "And...I have a price, of course, as most people do."|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 2, 2005 9:25:50 GMT -5
Tom chuckled. "A regular businessman. Becca Talbot. Ever heard of her? You wouldnt need to pull an unforgivable, and as it is, the school's protection is so weak, you'd be able to. I could teach you the worst spells, the strongest poisons... the most effective tortures."
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 9:32:52 GMT -5
|He shook his head. "I've seen her. She's fairly normal. No spectacular magical strength, no apparent interesting background..." He shrugged his shoulder, looking down at his books. "I will, of course, need to think about whatever you wish me to do. Be aware that I keep all of my clients and requests in the strictest confidence." This was not the first time he had been asked to exercise his extensive knowledge of the Dark Arts. Many of his father's friends (all of them loyal supporters of the Dark Lord, including his own father) approached him for advice on how to deal with troublesome muggles and other wizards alike. "And there is still the matter of payment."|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 2, 2005 9:40:12 GMT -5
"Oh, no. you're quite wrong. She's got an interesting background, indeed... Sarah Ryans, too... I need to be rid of them. I dont feel like using an unforgivable on one of their friends... and who knows, that might not even work if i did." he takes off his glasses and polishes them. His emerald green gaze lingers on the mismatched one of the boy. He smirks. "How good are you at acting?"
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 9:42:43 GMT -5
|Sarah...Sarah Ryans, that girl who had watched him read in the library, who had called his eyes beautiful...The one he wouldn't hurt, because she saw things almost exactly the way he did...Better to keep quiet for now, he thought. "Fairly good, I'd like to think. I've fooled my father often enough." Then again, his father normally saw only what he wanted to. A lamentable trait indeed.|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 2, 2005 9:45:53 GMT -5
Tom grinned. "good. I would need you to befriend them. Think you could do that much. And what payment would you require?"
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Post by Pathos on Oct 2, 2005 9:50:29 GMT -5
|Friends. He'd...never had friends before. Was Sarah a friend? He wasn't even sure anymore. But...he knew what he wanted, at least. There was a slight blush staining just the tops of his cheeks, and he pushed his glasses further up on his nose. "A kiss," he whispered. "Just a kiss. You're...you're very handsome, you know."|
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Post by Daniel on Oct 2, 2005 9:53:52 GMT -5
Bean: Fell out of computer chair... Yo-you're asking... voldemort... oh, god.
Tom blinked, and uncharacteristically blushed, raising an eyebrow. ~Could i get someone else to do it? unlikely.~ "fine. if you are able to pull it off, you will be allowed that." Could it be?! Is voldemort really gay?! who knows!!!
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