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Post by Theron Malfoy on Dec 22, 2006 19:07:35 GMT -5
Septembers were starting to get colder a lot quicker, or at least it felt like that to a certain Malfoy. It wasn’t that he immensely disliked the cold, he just thought that the warm days of summer could last a little bit longer before grey skies started gathering overhead and the colder weather hit England as the country braced itself for winter. Still, he couldn’t exactly control the weather—and if he could, the seasons and temperatures in general would be a lot different.
Biting his lip gently, Theron strolled through the school at a leisurely pace, feeling quite content with his solitude. It wasn’t every day that he got a few minutes to himself, let alone the past hour that he’d devoted to pure ‘him’ time. There were occasions during the day where he was utterly swamped with his fellow housemates, and if it wasn’t Slytherins surrounding him, it was other students watching from afar; everything kept him in the spot light.
He loved being the centre of attention, something that people would often mistake about him, but like everyone, he, too, needed a bit of alone time. For the past sixty minutes, the Slytherin had been wandering around the castle, enveloped in his own ambitions and future insults to direct at anyone ‘below’ him, especially those annoying Hufflepuffs and pesky Gryffindors. In fact, he mused, he had insults for every house in Hogwarts besides his own, and that was splendid.
The blond-haired male emerged from inside the school via the Entrance Hall, opening the great oak doors with a sense of royalty about him and then descending into the courtyard. He walked with a swagger, an aura of thingyiness that hovered around him almost like smoke—it was contagious to other Slytherins, or so it seemed that it was whenever they were around him—and to his peers in opposite houses, it was a sign that he was looking for trouble.
With all due respect, spending an hour by one’s self can be dull, and already Theron had grown tired of his own company. Strolling towards the fountain, he was delighted (in a sarcastic manner, I hasten to add), to see many different students gathering around the ornament—quite a few of them in opposite houses to his own. Why, by just looking at them, he could see that at least two first year Gryffindors and three were second year Ravenclaws. Oh, what fun he was about to have!
Striding towards them with a look of menace about him, the Slytherin was amused to see how all the younger years parted before him like Moses and the Red Sea. He stopped in front of two first years chatting to themselves—two boys; a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw—and one of them looked up fearfully, scuttling away from him to join the group of onlookers watching the seventh year glower at the remaining Ravenclaw in front of him. Inwardly he was smirking; the boy was probably someone Madigan had in her classes.
“You’re in my way, dung beetle. Move.” Theron’s statement was low and venomous, very much like the emblem of his house: the serpent. Folding his arms over his chest, he took up a dominant pose, shooting an icy glare at the younger boy in front of him. “I don’t see you moving—you have three seconds.”
“I was h-here f-first…” The Ravenclaw trailed off meekly, gazing up at the taller boy whilst trying to conceal his fright. “Can’t you g-go around m-me?”
“Well, no, I don’t think I can.” Narrowing his eyes to slits, the Slytherin reached into the pocket of his robes for his wand. “One, two—”
“I’m—I’m not going to move!” The boy’s voice was shaking somewhat, and it took a moment for Theron to register what had just been said. When his brain had processed it, however, he’d drawn his wand from his pocket in a flash and was aiming it at the Ravenclaw’s head.
“You’re not going to move, eh?” Taunting, now, there was a hint of a smirk on the male’s lips as he watched the younger boy’s face contort into a look of utter horror. “If you don’t move in exactly one second, I’m going to destroy your face.”
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Post by Evangeline Malfoy on Dec 22, 2006 19:45:32 GMT -5
The summer was quickly fading, as it always did once the femme flipped her calendar from August to September. It was midafternoon, four o'clock, and the sun hadn't even begun to fall in the sky; Evangeline was reading a book, Twilight, and was seated at the base of Gryffindor tower, in the shadow of the castle heightened above her. Looking up from the page she was flipping, she noticed that the Hogwarts students had considerably lessened in crowds since the bell rang an hour or so ago. The seventh year Ravenclaw had always shied away from people in general, ever since she able to shy away from anything, and it was something of a ritual of hers to stretch an hour before sunset, when, in this season, mosquitoes came out. The wizards and witches in training all filed into the entrance hall and went their seperate ways until dinner. It was something that Evie had observed over months of careful observation, and she'd planned her practice schedule as such. Time for stretches.
Evangeline closed her book over her bookmark and got to her feet, coming out of the shadows. She removed the jacket she'd been hiding under and headed for a piece of grass nearby, where she was sure no one would really notice her unless they purposely looked over at her. Beginning with the touch-your-toes stretch, Evangeline quickly progressed until she was bending over backwards to touch her toes from behind. But it had been less than fifteen minutes before she heard a ruckus near the path leading out of the front of the school. "You're in my way dungbeetle. Move." Evangeline slickly got out of the awkward position she'd been trying out and looked up to see her twin brother, Theron, terrorizing the school again. Sighing, she rolled her eyes, bored already. As usual, she would have to go and interrupt and be the albino savior that no one liked or cared about.
"If you don't move in exactly one second, I'm going to destroy your face." What a pleasant image. Evangeline strided over to where the group of students was crowded, her twin standing against a small second year student from her own house. "Dear God, give it a rest, Theron," Evie spat, tone loud but actual vocals hovering over a whisper. She raised her white hand and placed it not-so-delicately on the Slytherin's shoulder, looking at him with an expression halfway between exasperation and pity. "It's a twelve year old. You're not a king, you know. You're my twin brother, and if you think that being son of a Malfoy should be enough for people to give you special treatment, you're wrong." Shaking her head, the girl dropped her hand and nodded at the young Ravenclaw. He gave her a look that suggested that he was surprised by her peculiar appearance, but then scuttled off with his friends. |
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Post by Theron Malfoy on Dec 22, 2006 20:48:58 GMT -5
‘Dear God, give it a rest, Theron.’ He recognized that voice—it was a tone like his mother’s, but the voice itself was one he knew far too well for his own good. Half-turning as the Slytherin felt a hand on his shoulder, his eyes met the face of his twin sister and he immediately scowled at her, brushing her hand off his body. ‘It’s a twelve year old. You’re not a king, you know. You’re my twin brother, and if you think that being the son of Draco Malfoy should be enough for people to give you special treatment, you’re wrong.’
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Ravenclaw hurry away to join his friends, and this only increased Theron’s amusement. Albeit, he was angry at having such an easy attack being taken away from him by his sibling, he’d now take out the aforementioned wrath on her. Turning his body around properly so that he was facing Evangeline face-on, the male grinned at her, a glint of malice burning in his eyes as he flicked his wand in a lazy manner, as if deciding what to do with it.
“Why should I give it a rest, eh? It’s not as if you’re going to do anything—you don’t even want to be here, do you, Evie? Crowds—they’re not your thing, unfortunately, so why don’t you go back to your Common Room and leave me to get on with my business?” He was vicious, aiming his wand inches from her face and quite determined that if she got on the wrong side of him, he’d punished her. In all the years the two of them had been at Hogwarts, Theron mused that his sibling knew her place by now. Technically, she wasn’t allowed to come up to him and harass him—and she’d done just that.
Glancing from the crowd of younger years and then back to his sister, Theron half-closed his eyes for a moment, deciding on what to do. He could hex her, or he could continue verbally abusing her—whatever choice he made seemed to be a good one. Relaxing his posture slightly, he leered at her and tightened his arm as if preparing to cast a spell. Inhaling softly, the Slytherin tensed for a split second and spoke. “Go away, or you know what I’ll do to you.” Out of ten, Theron was on the fence about making it an idle threat or a proper one; his sibling’s next actions would ultimately choose which one it would be.
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Post by Evangeline Malfoy on Dec 22, 2006 21:11:34 GMT -5
“Why should I give it a rest, eh? It’s not as if you’re going to do anything—you don’t even want to be here, do you, Evie? Crowds—they’re not your thing, unfortunately, so why don’t you go back to your Common Room and leave me to get on with my business?” Evangeline raised her whitened eyebrows, giving her brother a bored expression to gaze at. His dark coloured wand was raised to almost touch her nose, and she didn't move a muscle...not that she was scared. The girl was about to form a response on her chapped lips, but then Theron seemed to tire of standing around, waiting for her to say something. “Go away, or you know what I’ll do to you.” At this, the seventeen year old Ravenclaw pushed her light hair from her similarly light eyes and laughed softly. "Though crowds might not be my 'thing', Theron, I have every right to come up to you and stop something from happening to a member of my own house."
The words were quiet, and it was probable that her brother was the only one that could hear her as she leaned in, pushing his wand aside with her right index finger, reaching into her robes with her left hand. Not many people knew it, but Evangeline was indeed left handed. She closed her fingers over the handle of the finely carved wooden magical wielder, and the blonde let a tight smile crawl over her slightly crooked teeth. "I bet your little friend's don't know it. But...I'm the oldest. And even if it's only by a few minutes, that still gives me a lovely upper hand. Do you really think mom and dad like you best?"
Whipping her wand from her back pocket, the girl raised it to her nose, pressing it to her brother's cheek, whisking it gently over the skin in something that could possibly be mistaken for affection. But even though she loved her brother--she was possibly the only one--he was such a pain. "And we're twins. We're evenly matched. Go on...try to curse me. Where will that get you?" Her plan was to dive out of the way before Theron could possibly hit his target, if he decided to use his wand, which he probably would. Evangeline knew it freaked people out, but it was fun to do that sometimes...for her, it was more fun than most people found it. So she would bend over backwards and do a flip, then get back either to her stretching or her reading. Being a good person was such a bother. Evie took a mental note to stop being so nice all the time.
[My post is just as bad if not worse than yours...sorry about that...]
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Post by Theron Malfoy on Dec 22, 2006 21:50:58 GMT -5
‘Though crowds might not be my ‘thing’, Theron, I have every right to come up to you and stop something from happening to a member of my own house.’ What if she did; did she really think he cared? He didn’t care, funnily enough—he could care less if he let himself slip and hexed her into next week. Winking at her, the Slytherin took a step backwards and tensed his body again, flicking his wand lightly – quite prepared to strike her down with a good old attacking charm.
‘I bet your little friends don’t know it, but I’m the oldest. Even if it’s only by a few minutes, that still gives me a lovely upper hand. Do you really think mum and dad like you best?’ He scoffed at her in response and rolled his eyes, face shifting into a look of displeasure. Bringing up ‘who was the best’ with Theron was not a good idea—he did believe that he was ‘the best’ in his father’s eyes, but in his mother’s eyes… well, that was a different matter completely. Truthfully, the Slytherin suspected that it was any of Sophronia’s children except himself.
“What I think is none of your concern,” the Slytherin responded coldly, narrowing his eyes at his sibling. He was about to continue with his sentence when Evangeline brushed her wand against his cheek, his body stiffening at the contact. ‘And we’re twins; we’re matched. Go on… try to curse me. Where will that get you?’ Ha—like they were evenly matched. Twins meant nothing to him; just because he was somewhat similar to her, it didn’t mean they were as good as each other—oh, no. He was better than her, and he firmly believed that.
Cursing would take him to a lot of places—he was sure of that. “Don’t touch me again, Ravenclaw,” was Theron’s simple retort to what she had said, gritting his teeth silently. “You asked for this.” He would get one hell of a punishment when he got home, but it wasn’t as if he cared. Smirking at her with menace written all over his face, the seventeen year old took a flourishing step backwards and then aimed his wand directly at her face. “Expelliarmus!” [/font] |
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Post by Evangeline Malfoy on Dec 22, 2006 22:13:43 GMT -5
"Expelliarmus!"
The male's lips parted to let forth the disarming spell at the loudest tone possible, being way more dramatic than nessesary. Evangeline was blasted backward--jerk...you didn't have to do it in my face--and she skidded slightly before she caught herself on the hand that wasn't desperately hanging on to her wand. But she let it go when it began to burn in her palm, and the Ravenclaw quickly put the other hand on the ground, silkily going up into a handstand backwards, then pulling herself to her feet once more. She looked at Theron for a moment then to her wand, which was now in his hand. She stood there for a moment, then decided she really didn't need it for the moment unless he decided to use his own wand once more. It was just common sense to abandon a fight when it stood in front of you. Evangeline didn't care about her brother's futile desires to be such a bigshot, anyway...the two were completely different and everyone knew it. She was reserved and he was boistrous. She liked to glare from afar, and he liked to get up in someone's face. She kept a strict schedule, and he did whatever he pleased, whenever he pleased.
Evie shrugged her shoulders, letting her hands fall into her pockets. With an unsupressed yawn, she let some more words pass by her lips, and she said them with a dark smile. "Suit yourself. You must be pleased with yourself, then. Well, I hope you know that you stripped me of nothing but my wand, and if you decide to give it back to me, I'll be right over here." Her voice, though it hadn't raised, became nastier with each phrase, and the girl simply snarled the last few words. But she knew not to turn her back, even on her own brother--especially on her own brother. Theron was known for cursing people no matter if they were facing him or not. He was quite handy with spells, but when it came to him being cursed he went off like a sore loser with a sore bottom. Evie was adept with a wand--though she used magic usually only for convenience and in classes--but she used her body much more. Unlike him, I have some sense of balance.
The seventeen year old widened her eyes slightly and gave the entire crowd a look, her pale green eyes sliding over each person until every one of them had either shuffled quickly away or been frozen in place with their eyes quickly averted to something else--anything else. But Theron...either he was braver than she thought he was or he was just used to seeing the queerness of her gaze from living with it for seventeen years. From living with the eyes that never left one's mind, especially when Evangeline planned it that way. And now she was backing away. The crowd was doing the same, and the girl nearly laughed out loud when they practically ran inside to get ready for dinner. Wait...it's that time already? Shit. Looking up to the sky, Evie noticed how the clouds had turned orange as the sun sank below the horizon. It was sunset now, and in an hour it would be dinnertime.
Only half an hour left for practice and then I suppose I'll go back upstairs and read until it's time to eat. Well, maybe I'll skip dinner tonight, I'm not all that hungry, and I still have some of those saltine crackers that mom sent with me. The girl smiled inwardly. Sophronia Malfoy was one person who really understood her, if not completely, but more than anyone else that the girl had ever known. So I guess Theron is dad's favorite and I'm mom's. We're even, as far as I can tell, no matter what the hell he believes. Not that Evangeline really cared. She really didn't care about much. She just wished that more people saw the world in the light that she saw it in...but maybe that was selfish. I suppose I'll just keep my world away from everyone else's. That's always been the way it's been, that'll always be the way it is.
[She's still standing there, kind of forgetting that she said she'd be leaving. Evie is like that. ^__^]
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Post by Theron Malfoy on Dec 23, 2006 17:22:57 GMT -5
The spell left his lips and collided with Evangeline’s body, much to Theron’s pleasure. He’d given her a fair share of warnings and she’d ignored them all—so he supposed that he was entitled to attack her. It wasn’t exactly self-defense but hey, he wasn’t complaining, and the look on his face was expressionless – void of any emotions and thoughts he was experiencing – as his sibling was sent reeling backwards from the disarming hex. She performed a handstand and then moved back onto her feet whilst he held her wand in his free hand, leaving her completely unarmed.
‘Suit yourself. You must be pleased with yourself, then. Well, I hope you know that you stripped me of nothing but my wand, and if you decide to give it back to me, I’ll be right over here.’ Although his sibling spoke quietly, Theron was well aware that her words were laced with fiery passion aimed directly at him, her voice nasty in its tones and ultimately unexpected, considering she was the more reserved one out of the two. Then again, he’d known her since birth, and he hadn’t lived with her for seventeen years not to realize that she – like any other person – was prone to being malevolent.
It was probably something to do with having a Slytherin as a brother, the boy mused, pocketing her wand with a smirk. “Darling sister, your words do hurt me so,” the teenager mocked loudly, applying a false sense of pain to his voice, “Won’t you take them back and heal the heart that you’ve so cruelly broken with your words? Oh—I forgot, didn’t I? It’s time for you to crawl back to where you came from; back to your filthy little Ravenclaw Common Room because people will see you otherwise. That’s such a shame—I was so enjoying your company, after all, but all good things must come to an end, I suppose.”
Glancing towards the slowly disbanding group of younger years that were watching the argument slash fight, he addressed them in a voice that made him sound like a monarch. “Should I give her wand back to her, or shall I keep it? One of you make the decision for me—go on. I dare you.” The last three words were said very, very softly and Theron turned his gaze onto each of the students watching, his eyes burning with a malice within them that mirrored his father’s own reign of bullying. Pointing at the Ravenclaw he’d threatened earlier, the Slytherin barked a command. “You—tell me what you think I should do!”
“I-I think you s-should give her back her w-wand…” he stammered fearfully, taking a step back from the towering seventh year. “It’s f-fair play, after all…”
“Very well then,” Theron stated grandly, whirling around to face his sister. Reaching for her wand inside his robes, he threw it at her feet with a grin. “See! Even the Slytherin King can be compassionate when he is asked to be.” There was a long silence as he observed most of the students leave and start to head towards the Great Hall, turning back to Evangeline with narrowed eyes and a nasty smile on his lips. “Death Eaters are coming, Evie. Watch out.” [/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by Evangeline Malfoy on Dec 27, 2006 23:11:12 GMT -5
Theron was smiling again. Other than the eye thing, the two looked a bit similar--they were twins, after all--especially in the chin-and-mouth area. Their chins were both tapered and their smiles had the same sort of shape. To speak the truth, Evie disliked the fact that she had the same conniving grin as the Slytherin standing before her, even if that grin was something almost never to be found on her own face. People don't want to see me smile, anyway. Sad to say, Evangeline had crooked teeth like her mother had had--until she'd magically fixed them at age thirteen as soon as she learned the charm to do so--and had refrained from fixing them. Because then that would give people the impression that I actually care about my appearance. And I don't. Still...having crooked teeth was sometimes a bother. Evie's father would not let her get braces no matter what Sophronia said--'It's a muggle device, no way in hell is my daughter going to use them'--and even if he'd given his approval, Evangeline would have declined. She found braces to be sharp, painful, and pointless. They took so long to get on and then she had to wear them for years before she could have her mouth bleed when they were unglued from her poor gums. Plus, she would have to miss school to truck all the way down to muggle London to have her mouth worked on. Her last reason for not wanting braces--the one that no one knows about--is that Evangeline is afraid of needles. Oh, yes, she has fears, just like everyone else. Femora has never been able to handle sharp objects and nearly had a hernia the last time her mom had an outbreak of sewing, which she has from time to time during winter.
But through Evie's musings, an annoyingly soursweet voice interrupted her and brought her back to earth with a bang. “Darling sister, your words do hurt me so, won’t you take them back and heal the heart that you’ve so cruelly broken with your words? Oh—I forgot, didn’t I? It’s time for you to crawl back to where you came from; back to your filthy little Ravenclaw Common Room because people will see you otherwise. That’s such a shame—I was so enjoying your company, after all, but all good things must come to an end, I suppose.” Evie raised an eyebrow. Only one word can describe my twin brother. Scum. The girl said nothing in response, however, and eventually Theron's gaze traversed to the group of younger-years that were trying to inch away back to the castle, and commanded them as if he were a king. Or a dictator. Potato, potato. “Should I give her wand back to her, or shall I keep it? One of you make the decision for me—go on. I dare you.” Evangeline watched the little wizards as well and yawned, eyes straying after a second. She could see her book beconing to her over about fifty feet away, and she almost went to it. She was at a particularly dramatic part and was almost willing to leave her wand and go back to that scene had it not been for the sensible part of her, the part that knew that if she left her wand now she would have to go find her brother at or directly after dinnertime, and it would be such a bother and they'd probably make a dramtic scene of their own. At least, he would. Evie was never one to make dramatic scenes, especially in public. She was no actress, and in fact had an unnaturally bad sense regarding that sort of thing. Acting...public speaking...singing...whatever. Evangeline's voice sounded like a rusty drainpipe.
“I-I think you s-should give her back her w-wand…” Femme's attention shifted back to what was at hand, which apparently was her brother advancing upon a tiny Ravenclaw boy with an Irish accent and a splash of freckles over his twelve-year-old face. He was a cute little kid, but was obviously intimidated by Theron by the way he was backing away. Brave, though. Evangeline couldn't help it...she cracked a smile. “It’s f-fair play, after all…” She was actually smiling, and what surprised femora even more was that she was snickering under her breath. The second year's mocha eyes traveled to her in surprise and when Theron turned to look at her as well--apparently he hadn't noticed her laughing--the kid ran away with his friends. I would thank that kid later if it weren't for the fact that he'd probably run away from me, too. “Very well then." Evangeline finished her laughing fit on a sweet note as she snatched the wand from her brother's tapered--much like her own--fingertips and ignored him as he spoke his would-be-grand words, instead looking down her side at her pocket where she placed her wand. "See! Even the Slytherin King can be compassionate when he is asked to be.” Rolling her eyes, she looked into the ones of her brother. His were blue...femora wasn't quite sure where he got it. Perhaps from Grandpa, on mom's side. While the Slytherin walked away--following the crowd, as always--Evangeline began to turn toward her corner, where her book still lay, but didn't make it fully around before Theron looked at her icily with that terrible smirk of his. God, if I honestly look like that when I smile, I will kill myself. “Death Eaters are coming, Evie. Watch out.”[/color]
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Post by RWEREW on May 26, 2007 8:05:28 GMT -5
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