Post by Ras Alawhara on Aug 10, 2007 22:31:04 GMT -5
The Leaky Cauldron
The sun had just laid itself to rest over the horizon, and the moon was yet not visible over the sky of Britain. The faint strands of pink light still played on the horizon, but they too would follow their mother. The Leaky Cauldron, the most famous inn in all of the Wizarding World, played host to two shady figured in a private room upstairs, signed to the name Dominus Incompertus. The two men, as it was safe to assume they were, sat across from each other at a small round, wooden table.
"It has been a long time since we last talked with each other, Dameon, and I must say, I am not particularly sad about this. Last time we worked together, you led me to torture someone whom I loved, correct?" asked the first hooded man. His eyes, which were barely visible from the soft light of the candle on the table, were a bright green.
"I believe so, old one, but it was you who surrendered her to us, remember? The Confederacy was very happy to use her..."
The second man was not hooded. The candle light, soft as it was, cast dark shadows on the face of the now wanted dark wizard, Dameon Hawk.
"Shush, Hawk. You know how loyal I was to that damned Confederacy! It was you and the Hunter who were the most loyal, as well as dear Kramer. 'The Confederacy of Walpurgis.' Bah! Just a bunch of angry wizards with murder on their mind!"
"At least we tried to get things done! You only sat in your precious chamber with your black diamond throne and scared the kiddies who we tried to-"
"You were always quick to anger, Dameon. Please, sit down, and let's keep this civil..."
Dameon Hawk sat down, having jumped from his seat while yelling at the first hooded man, who had remained perfectly calm.
"I apologize, old friend. I'm just... things are hard here. The ICW and the Ministry are hunting us down non-stop. If it hadn't have been for Kramer, I would be dead right now. He tipped me off about that raid they did on the Society barracks where I was staying. How did the charms fall so easily?"
The first man sat silent for a moment and shook his head. He knew, of course, that Scorpius himself had taken down the charms, and he knew that Andrew Kramer had been informed. Dameon, though, seemed to not read his mail... ever.
"I have no clue, Dameon. The Hunter has his reasons for everything, and though I never trust him, it is wise to just play along... Now, back to business..."
The man stood up and faced the fireplace. The light had entirely left the sky outside and left the room darker than he felt comfortable it being, with a murdering sociopath sitting across from him. He flicked a long, ashen wand from his robe's sleeve and shot a ball of flame into the fireplace, which soon caught and sent light into the room. The man's wand was beautiful, having a snake carved around it, it's head at the base of the wand, it's tail at the tip. The man's face remained hidden in magical shadows.
"... Is she dead?"
Dameon squirmed under the weight of the question, a grimace on his face. He knew the question was coming, and wished he could avoid answering it. He opened his mouth and then closed it again, then opened it and answered in a hushed voice.
"Yes," he lied.
The man, whom had remained facing the fire stood silent for a long time, Dameon staring at the back of the hooded man's head, as if staring into the eyes that were a hood, skull, and brain away from him, yet seemed to stare.
"... How?" the hooded man asked, his voice weak.
"You... You killed her. I don't know how, but, she died from a poison, and you were the only one to... poison her out of all of us. You were always into venoms and poisons... Did you know it would..."
"Of course not. You know I didn't wish to... kill her. Dameon, was it painful? Do you know?"
Dameon winced again, hoping not to have to answer this question. Of course, he thought, it would be painful. His old friend was all for pain...
"Yes... very painful. You could hear her screaming from that apartment above her shop... All of the bloody town could hear her... calling out your name..."
"Enough, Dameon, please leave."
The dark wizard stood and left the other man in the room alone. Dameon Hawk considered himself lucky, for, if that man had seen through his lie, he would have just have died a very, very, painful death...
Outside on Diagon Alley
The hooded man stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron shortly after Dameon had disapparated to his safe house. The man's robes were white with blue runes etched on the hem and sleeves, a very old and ancient robe which he had recently found tucked inside a dusty chest he hadn't remembered moving into the apartment he now held in Knockturn.
He began his stride to the darker of the two alleys, and soon a woman figure, with bright green hair and a black dress, began to tag along his side, appearing from almost no where.
"So, what did he say?" she asked, her voice like velvet, a Spanish accent slipping through.
"I don't want to talk about it, Giada, you know what he said. I can tell. Any news from the child?"
"Of course not, you know how hard he has to work to keep up with the other kids at school. He's 17 and has never taken a single year at a magic school. They're making him do each years worth of work in two months a piece."
"I see," the man said, he and his companion stepping into Knockturn alley. They had bought an apartment in one of the buildings here so to be close to Giada's job at Flourish and Blott's. The owner of the apartment complex asked no questions when the man and the woman paid with a Chimera Egg. He simply just let them move in.
As the two continued on their stroll to the apartment, the man began to pick up in speed and passed the woman, who was much slower. He did not mean to out walk her, his thoughts were just not on his companion. That was, until he heard a muffled gasp and a sliding, like shoes on the stones below him being dragged. He whipped around to see what had happened, and found he could no longer see Giada. His wand slid into his hand and he walked slowly to an alley which was positioned where he assumed Giada had been...
"Girly, I recognize you from those wanted posters, and you’re mine, now. 2,000 galleons for you, and another 5,000 if I get your hubby! Ahaha! I'll be rich as could be!"
The white robed man listened to the gruff voice speak while listening also to the muffled protests by who he guessed to be Giada. He stood at the corner of the alleyway, now, waiting to listen to what the man had to say...
"...You couldn't hide under that hair of yours for forever, girly. Now, let me remove it an-"
There was a crack and the man's wand, which had been next to Giada's hair, shot from his hand, into the air, and split in half. The man, stupefied by the sudden interruption, was caught off guard when he was blasted down the alley. Giada lay, on her side, cut up. Apparently, the man had silently been cutting her, torturing her.
The hooded man bent over Giada, took her into his arms, and they were gone with a pop. Suddenly, they were in the middle of the almost empty Diagon Alley, Giada in the strong, yet thin, arms of the white robed man. He laid her on the ground, took out his wand, and began shouting for a doctor. He would do what he could to hel-
Flash.
White light flashed from his wand at the thought of healing Giada, and it covered her. When he could see again, he noticed that Giada was completely healed, her cuts and scrapes gone, the blood washed from her by the white light that had surrounded her. And, as the hooded man was stupefied by the magic, another man, in a green suit, appeared behind him...
The sun had just laid itself to rest over the horizon, and the moon was yet not visible over the sky of Britain. The faint strands of pink light still played on the horizon, but they too would follow their mother. The Leaky Cauldron, the most famous inn in all of the Wizarding World, played host to two shady figured in a private room upstairs, signed to the name Dominus Incompertus. The two men, as it was safe to assume they were, sat across from each other at a small round, wooden table.
"It has been a long time since we last talked with each other, Dameon, and I must say, I am not particularly sad about this. Last time we worked together, you led me to torture someone whom I loved, correct?" asked the first hooded man. His eyes, which were barely visible from the soft light of the candle on the table, were a bright green.
"I believe so, old one, but it was you who surrendered her to us, remember? The Confederacy was very happy to use her..."
The second man was not hooded. The candle light, soft as it was, cast dark shadows on the face of the now wanted dark wizard, Dameon Hawk.
"Shush, Hawk. You know how loyal I was to that damned Confederacy! It was you and the Hunter who were the most loyal, as well as dear Kramer. 'The Confederacy of Walpurgis.' Bah! Just a bunch of angry wizards with murder on their mind!"
"At least we tried to get things done! You only sat in your precious chamber with your black diamond throne and scared the kiddies who we tried to-"
"You were always quick to anger, Dameon. Please, sit down, and let's keep this civil..."
Dameon Hawk sat down, having jumped from his seat while yelling at the first hooded man, who had remained perfectly calm.
"I apologize, old friend. I'm just... things are hard here. The ICW and the Ministry are hunting us down non-stop. If it hadn't have been for Kramer, I would be dead right now. He tipped me off about that raid they did on the Society barracks where I was staying. How did the charms fall so easily?"
The first man sat silent for a moment and shook his head. He knew, of course, that Scorpius himself had taken down the charms, and he knew that Andrew Kramer had been informed. Dameon, though, seemed to not read his mail... ever.
"I have no clue, Dameon. The Hunter has his reasons for everything, and though I never trust him, it is wise to just play along... Now, back to business..."
The man stood up and faced the fireplace. The light had entirely left the sky outside and left the room darker than he felt comfortable it being, with a murdering sociopath sitting across from him. He flicked a long, ashen wand from his robe's sleeve and shot a ball of flame into the fireplace, which soon caught and sent light into the room. The man's wand was beautiful, having a snake carved around it, it's head at the base of the wand, it's tail at the tip. The man's face remained hidden in magical shadows.
"... Is she dead?"
Dameon squirmed under the weight of the question, a grimace on his face. He knew the question was coming, and wished he could avoid answering it. He opened his mouth and then closed it again, then opened it and answered in a hushed voice.
"Yes," he lied.
The man, whom had remained facing the fire stood silent for a long time, Dameon staring at the back of the hooded man's head, as if staring into the eyes that were a hood, skull, and brain away from him, yet seemed to stare.
"... How?" the hooded man asked, his voice weak.
"You... You killed her. I don't know how, but, she died from a poison, and you were the only one to... poison her out of all of us. You were always into venoms and poisons... Did you know it would..."
"Of course not. You know I didn't wish to... kill her. Dameon, was it painful? Do you know?"
Dameon winced again, hoping not to have to answer this question. Of course, he thought, it would be painful. His old friend was all for pain...
"Yes... very painful. You could hear her screaming from that apartment above her shop... All of the bloody town could hear her... calling out your name..."
"Enough, Dameon, please leave."
The dark wizard stood and left the other man in the room alone. Dameon Hawk considered himself lucky, for, if that man had seen through his lie, he would have just have died a very, very, painful death...
Outside on Diagon Alley
The hooded man stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron shortly after Dameon had disapparated to his safe house. The man's robes were white with blue runes etched on the hem and sleeves, a very old and ancient robe which he had recently found tucked inside a dusty chest he hadn't remembered moving into the apartment he now held in Knockturn.
He began his stride to the darker of the two alleys, and soon a woman figure, with bright green hair and a black dress, began to tag along his side, appearing from almost no where.
"So, what did he say?" she asked, her voice like velvet, a Spanish accent slipping through.
"I don't want to talk about it, Giada, you know what he said. I can tell. Any news from the child?"
"Of course not, you know how hard he has to work to keep up with the other kids at school. He's 17 and has never taken a single year at a magic school. They're making him do each years worth of work in two months a piece."
"I see," the man said, he and his companion stepping into Knockturn alley. They had bought an apartment in one of the buildings here so to be close to Giada's job at Flourish and Blott's. The owner of the apartment complex asked no questions when the man and the woman paid with a Chimera Egg. He simply just let them move in.
As the two continued on their stroll to the apartment, the man began to pick up in speed and passed the woman, who was much slower. He did not mean to out walk her, his thoughts were just not on his companion. That was, until he heard a muffled gasp and a sliding, like shoes on the stones below him being dragged. He whipped around to see what had happened, and found he could no longer see Giada. His wand slid into his hand and he walked slowly to an alley which was positioned where he assumed Giada had been...
"Girly, I recognize you from those wanted posters, and you’re mine, now. 2,000 galleons for you, and another 5,000 if I get your hubby! Ahaha! I'll be rich as could be!"
The white robed man listened to the gruff voice speak while listening also to the muffled protests by who he guessed to be Giada. He stood at the corner of the alleyway, now, waiting to listen to what the man had to say...
"...You couldn't hide under that hair of yours for forever, girly. Now, let me remove it an-"
There was a crack and the man's wand, which had been next to Giada's hair, shot from his hand, into the air, and split in half. The man, stupefied by the sudden interruption, was caught off guard when he was blasted down the alley. Giada lay, on her side, cut up. Apparently, the man had silently been cutting her, torturing her.
The hooded man bent over Giada, took her into his arms, and they were gone with a pop. Suddenly, they were in the middle of the almost empty Diagon Alley, Giada in the strong, yet thin, arms of the white robed man. He laid her on the ground, took out his wand, and began shouting for a doctor. He would do what he could to hel-
Flash.
White light flashed from his wand at the thought of healing Giada, and it covered her. When he could see again, he noticed that Giada was completely healed, her cuts and scrapes gone, the blood washed from her by the white light that had surrounded her. And, as the hooded man was stupefied by the magic, another man, in a green suit, appeared behind him...