Among the Shelves...

[Daniel]

Tom nodded and was gone.
Becca cowered beside Sarah. ~Oh, just great... now we've just told the dark lord's servant about us... fun... we're going to die.~ she hugs sarah. "You're not going to hurt her."

[Sarah]

Sarah patted her arm. "He won't, will you Jesse? I heard you. How did that happen?"

[Pathos]

|He shook his head. "As I said, I am an opportunist...And, as I said, I will remain on the side that will win." He glanced at Sarah. "And as for what you heard...It's a rather interesting spell, isn't it? Tatigitactum is the full name. It was invented by Napoleon Buonoparte, of all people. He used it to relay messages to his troups. It's generally used during wars, and it projects thoughts, words, and feelings, much like Legilimency. But it's been declared dangerous, lately, because of Mr. Riddle." He shuffled back to his seat and collapsed, closing his blue eye and sighing. "I am...at a loss, I'm afraid...I don't know which side is more powerful. I don't know who I should follow."|

[Daniel]

becca still clung to sarah, not quite trusting him again. She blinks.

[Sarah]

Sarah moved to him and placed her gloved hand on his shoulder. "Join the side your heart tells you to. I don't know if we can win, but I will keep on blieving for the sake of life. Not good, for there is no true good, but because he has killed so many, I want it to stop before he kills anymore."

[Daniel]

That charming little speech reminded her of something... a book she had once read... ~But to kill one to save others... is that not still killing?~

[Pathos]

|He looked up at her and winced. "I..will try. But you cannot stop me from making my next request of Mr. Riddle. No one can stop me. I've waited to long..." And here he looked down, blinking, at his hands. They had clenched into fists, and were squeezed so tightly that there were now bloody crescents pressed into his palms. He opened them, then lifted his hand to his mouth and studied it, blood touching his lips, leaving bright red trails. Creepy.|

[Sarah]

Sarah squatted down beside him. "Jesse, I'm not asking you to tell me what you are going to request of him, just be careful."

[Daniel]

Becca=still no trust.

[Pathos]

|He nodded. "Thank you...Now tell me. How do you feel about potions? Specifically, ingesting potions that may make you look dead?" And he looked up at Sarah and Becca...and he smiled. Because potions, unlike spells, were so much harder to detect, and so good at fooling the unwary...And Voldemort was, if nothing else, arrogant.|

[Daniel]

Becca blinked. This was somewhat like what caith had tried to get her to do earlier...

[Sarah]

Sarah looked at him cautiously. "Like Romeo and Juliet." She thought for a moment. "I...I suppose I could do that. But won't he find out somehow? How long would we be out for?"

[Pathos]

|He shook his head. "No, he wouldn't. Not if we're careful. And as for how long you're 'dead'...Well that would depend on the dose given. Too much will stop your heart forever. Too little would have you wake up at the wrong time. As it is...a third of a cup, I'd think." He looked at them, horribly serious. "The Draught of Living Death is hard to brew, and hard to administer. We'd need to be very careful."|

[Daniel]

Becca looks at sarah. "A-all right... but if anything goes wrong, i swear...."

[Sarah]

"What would happen when he thinks we're dead, though? Wouldn't he want to destroy them? What happens if he doesn't leave?"