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Post by nyx on Dec 19, 2011 9:14:55 GMT -5
 Slamming the book shut, he turned to the group of giggling girls. Really, had they nothing better to do? Glancing down at the blank parchment in front of him, he realised that he was never going to be able to finish the assignment, at least not today. He just felt like he was suffocating underneath all the pressure that he had upon his shoulders. He needed to get good marks in his classes yet his parents wanted him to be the oh so perfect death eater son. A shiver ran down his spine as he pulled the sleeve of his jacket down further over his wrist. He was not proud of the mark, nor would he ever be. The tips of his hair was turning red from anger and frustration, no doubt his eyes would have taken on a reddish hue as well. He needed to get out of this place. Sighing he stood, glared at the group of girls as he grabbed the blank parchment before walking away from the library table, leaving the book for someone else to put it away.
Away from the girls, he took a deep breath, calming the emotions in him, letting the red fade from his eyes and hair. His mind dwelled on the possibility of his metamorphic abilities. Age, race, gender, the list was endless. What if he changed himself into Harry Potter, he could just see the shocked faces of everyone. He could even see the headline in the newspapers. 'The boy who lived, back from the dead'. It would most likely put fear back into the death eaters and Voldemort. A sinister smirk appeared on his lips.
His feet carried him to the lake. A peaceful place, he thought. There were no loud girls and the very few that were sitting around seemed so engrossed with what they were doing to notice him or each other. Peace washed over him, as he sat underneath a large tree. A blue tinge had enveloped his skin; his metamorphic abilities were certainly in tune with his emotions today. He didn’t particularly like the connection his ability had to his emotions, but some days, like now, it produced some very cool effects.
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Post by ginerva molly weasley on Dec 20, 2011 23:03:36 GMT -5
Ginny had been down by the lake trying to avoid the eyes of her friends and family. She was trying her best to avoid them rather than to lie to them. How was she to explain that she was trying to become a Death Eater only to infiltrate them? As far she knew they didn’t have anyone else doing it, so it seemed like the perfect idea and besides a younger girl versus an adult would be more likely to get turned to the so called ‘dark side’ right? At least that was how the young red-headed Gryffindor felt.
She was standing at the edge of the lake, wearing her school uniform of course bearing the colors of a Gryffindor, despite the fact that she had been acting as if she didn’t belong in Gryffindor. She had a handful of rocks in her hand, all the flat and smooth ones that she could find. Every-so-often tossing them out into the lake to watching them skip across the clear blue water before seeing the Giant Squids tentacle reach up and catch and before taking the rock under the water with it. It was actually quite relaxing though some may find it rather annoying and hard to even skip a rock in the first place, but Ginny didn’t.
Then she heard the sounds of someone heading on over down by the lake. Sure, there were some other people there as well that said person could be joining, but what if it was one of the people that she had been trying so hard to avoid? Carefully, trying to not seem suspicious she glanced around her only to see that it was an older student, one she believed to be in Slytherin. Maybe, maybe this Slytherin was one of the Death Eaters, it wouldn’t hurt to talk to him at all, that was for sure.
So casually she made her way over to the older boy only to stop a few feet from him. “It’s much quieter out here compared to in there isn’t it?
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Post by nyx on Dec 21, 2011 3:36:11 GMT -5
Peace was something that was indeed hard to find in the school. Actually no, it wasn’t just the school, anywhere in the world. People were being slaughtered just because they weren’t of magical blood. Stupid bloody evil dictator, he thought, silently cursing the dark lord. Who cared if he heard him, he'd rather face death than tiptoe around him. But it was just so hard trying to find ways to break from his grasp, even harder to get rid of the mark on his arm. Come to think of it, he had not heard of a case where someone had managed to remove it, just simply defect. If only he was strong enough.
He sighed as he stared at the lake, watching the water ripple as someone skipped stones. The giant squid plucking said stones from the surface of the water. Was the squid angry that someone was disturbing its home, or did the creature find it enjoyable? Averting his eyes from the oh so peaceful dark water, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, letting the remaining sunlight filter and dance across his blue skin. Who people perceive him as a freak because of it? He guessed that being in the death eater ranks had one perk, he had power over those that were merely supporters or simply trying to live their life. All he had to do was order someone to die and he was positive they would, one way or another. But then he didn’t want to kill people.
A shadow fell across his face, blocking the light. Opening one eye he saw a red headed girl. Ah the female Weasley or as he had often heard others call her, Weaslette. A pathetic and childish nickname if you asked him.
“It’s much quieter out here compared to in there isn’t it?” She dare talk to him, was his first thought as he opened his other eye and glanced around. There wasn’t many people nearby. His second thought was what did she want with him?
"You could say that," he replied, peering up at her, "Are you after something, or simply wanting to block out my sunlight?" Maybe he could have said it a little nicer, but one couldn’t be too careful these days.
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