Post by Shadow Clearwater on Oct 9, 2007 12:34:04 GMT -5
The light was annoying, and in his despair he moved quickly. His heart thumped to a threatening tune as he played the plans in his head. A new age....
Striding towards the library he smiled weakly at the librarian, hiding his nauciating urge for avengence. Moving out of his line of sight he scanned the darker sections. 'Shadow war', 'Great downfall', 'Elements of the wizard.' He frowned in anger. Nothing he wanted, nope, nothing.
Then again, who would write for a dark-wizard? People obviously didn't think for the future-the rightful heirs to rule. His ancestors would have been proud to see what he was about to do, as would the Nobles of Black. In Spiriton, he had practiced in secret-hiding his magic from the teachers. Only then had he discovered the vampirish antics of the Headmistress, thus, he had been asked to leave-never to tell a soul.
Because of course, who would go to a school is they knew a vampire ran it?
Slamming his hand against a desk in frustration, he sank into a chair-pulling the first book he saw from the shelf. Supose he should try to learn a bit more anyway. Resting his head on his hands he flicked absentmindedly through the pages.
Post by Thomas Lucre on Oct 9, 2007 12:48:13 GMT -5
Thomas Lucre of Slytherin had been taking quite a few trips to the library as of late. It seemed to be a bit of a haven from the bustling happenings of FFU as of late, so he didn't mind taking the chance to hide out here. It was a chance to catch up on studies as well, though he usually only feigned studying in place of playing with a handheld with headphones or listening to some tunes while skimming through a favored fable.
However, this visit was a tad more baleful as a dark presence was felt eminating from about midway through the library. Then again, Lucre could tell quite plainly that this aura was laced with anxiety, much as his inner peace had been as of late. The source of all this brooding was a boy with a black moptop, scrunching his facial features in an obviously vain attempt to focus on the written words of the book laid before him. A part of Lucre breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had a chance to talk to someone that was not a girl. No, this was not his sexuality abandoning him, he just had more than enough of his share of obsessing over and talking to girls, at least for the time being. Everyone needed a break from their vices, and hopefully Lucre could help out this stressed lad at the same time.
"No need to force it." he calmly greeted the stranger. Lucre's onyx eyes shined knowingly, showing that he had been in that same position before and it never helped get his mind over what was ailing him.
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Oct 9, 2007 12:58:44 GMT -5
Shadow snarled angrily at the presence nearby. Oh wait.... Looking up he changed his approach, Slytherin... he thought, noticing the familiar green shades.
Standing up, he slammed the book shut-knocking it aside with a swift hand movement. He didn't need to know about the dark arts anyway, it was a second nature. He grinned slightly and held out his hand. Rare, normally a stranger was greeted with nothing-blankness. Or at a most, a tilt of his head.
"Shadow. Noble house of Malfoy...." Wait, Lucre...."
Post by Thomas Lucre on Oct 9, 2007 13:23:59 GMT -5
Lucre's eyes widened a bit in surprise at the boy's sudden movements. He knew the boy was on edge, but he halfway expected a wand to be drawn in hand from the boy across from Lucre. In which case, Lucre was more than willing to accomodate a little bit of quickdraw with the wand already ready to spring from his dress coat sleeve.
However, Shadow introduced himself, his face taking on a puzzling and hard-to-read expression. Lucre didn't look at himself in a mirror every moment of the day, but he was starting to wonder if his daily stressors sometimes made him look so weird. Complying though, Lucre reached out and held Shadow's outstretched hand in a warm, assuring grip.
"Hey, Shadow. You seem a little stressed. I understand if you're not in the mood for talking. I can find somewhere else to sit, if you like."
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Oct 9, 2007 14:10:35 GMT -5
Shadow raised an eyebrow but shrugged Lucre's strange reaction off. Grinning slightly he fingered the wand in his pocket but let it lie-despite himself. "Nah, it's fine..." he re-took his seat and pointed to one at his table.
"Stressed?" he smirked slightly and lent back on his seat, "Maybe a little......" Well sure, he had a lot of things to do. Dodging Aurors and Dementors wasn't exactly the most fun in the world.
Post by Thomas Lucre on Oct 9, 2007 14:20:15 GMT -5
"Heh, well that makes two of us." Lucre chuckled and took the seat across from Shadow. Even if the guy did seem a little high-strung, Lucre was glad to have some male company for once (believe it or not). And who knows, maybe talking a bit will get this guy a little less unwound. Thinking a moment though, it started to click as to whom this guy really was. Lucre remembered Gwen mentioning Shadow to him in Ravenwood tower, just the night before last.
"So then, I guess you're the guy Gwen told me about." Lucre crossed his arms leisurely in his seat and grinned. That was sure to open a can of worms.
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Oct 9, 2007 14:54:55 GMT -5
(just wondering how do you pronounce Lucre?)
Shadow raised his head slightly and grinned. Lucre....
It was not haisty to say, Lucre could have been the first Slytherin to take him seriously. Well, male anyway. Most were petrified or thought him to be nurotic. He had always laughed, maybe he was. But he was not afraid of his peers and his divine dream, and finally he had found another who delivered both to his needs and to his wish.
Gwen White.
Needless to say, maybe Lucre could be valuble. He closed his eyes for a brief moment; maybe. If this suposidly good guy could become like them...
Crossing his arms behind his head he surveryed Lucre through his blue eyes. It seemed maybe Gwen had spoke to Lucre of their plans already. "Ah, Miss White talks does she?" he smirked slightly, only out of pure curiousity.
Post by Thomas Lucre on Oct 11, 2007 12:02:53 GMT -5
(OOC) Eh, doesn't really matter. 'Looker', 'Lu-kher', its all teh same to me.
(BIC) Lucre stared for a second, calculatively. He almost felt like he was being interviewed. Not so much for a job, persay, as one usually feels a twinge of anxiety as to whether their employer would accept him. This, on the other hand, was kind of the opposite. He took out a parchment (he seemed to hold a rather handy number of those for many occasions) and began to scribble a bit. "Oh believe me, it wasn't too hard. That girl wouldn't stop talking about you, it's like she's some love-sick school girl."
As he spoke though, he finished writing his message, which was a scrambled array of letters. He then pointed his wand, charming it to make the letters rearrange to what they actually said once someone spoke the password. The password was 'Mirror, Mirror', and it was scribbled at the top of the page and charmed to be invisible unless touched by the finger of the one whom the note was meant for. It was actually very handy for flirting during class, but it seemed that its true purpose for espionage had finally arrisen in meeting this Shadow.
He handed it to him discreetly. If they were going to discuss something as big as this, then they needed to exorcise the utmost of caution. The note read:
She told me of some rebellion you two were planning against the current ministry. I don't like it much more than anyone else, but I'm not sure I feel secure in just jumping on board with this, I hope you understand. However, if I hear out the details of this, such as the new leader you gus supposedly have up your sleeves, then you won't have to worry about me telling, regardless of whether I join up or not.
(OOC) Sorry to have kept you waiting, I had forgotten it was my turn to reply. ^^;;
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Oct 11, 2007 12:36:31 GMT -5
(ooc: Thats okay, no hurry )
The slytherin grinned at his words, love-sick? For some reason he couldn't imagine Gwen to be like that, she had always been cold, dark and serene around him. Then again, even he couldn't really remember the full details of what had happened when they'd met. It was like he'd been drugged.
Watching as Lucre drew out a piece of parchment, the smile faded from his lips. Reaching his hands to his head he snarled quietly, Where the hell's my hat? Refering to the black and silver goth-trilby he usually wore. Looking away for a brief moment he pointed his wand towards the exit of the library. "Accio Trill-sk." he muttered. Yep, his hat had a name-weird but he didn't care.
Taking the note from Lucre, his hate spun towards him-nestling gently on his mop of hair. Gazing down at it he frowned slightly before realising what he had to do. Speaking the password he read the words before him. Clearing the words with a swift charm he took out a quill of his own.
Pulling the hat over his eyes he smirked darkly, scrawling his reply;
Well, she has spoke the truth. What exactly do you know? I for one and i assume her too, feel that the edge of life was more desired when our -lord- Master Volde reigned. A life, a world of a new age is about to begin-with darkness within every step. How could you chose against it, Spain would be perfect.
Post by Thomas Lucre on Oct 11, 2007 13:54:00 GMT -5
Lucre balanced his chin upon his hand as he leaned on the table, watching the unique display of charms Shadow used with his summoned hat as he used it to read Lucre's encrypted note. The blonde knew that Gwen was smitten by someone in the house of Slytherin, presumably his new friend. And with such a presumption, it was pretty easy to exaggerate a bit just how openly obsessed Gwen really was with Shadow. So, if nothing else, Lucre smugly was contented with helping his new pal forget some of the stress that plagued him at least for the time being. That was what friends did, even if it meant fabricating a few speculated thoughts.
He almost felt a little sorry for Shadow, though. A question Lucre was itching to ask at this point was, was Gwen interested in Shadow for who he was, or his family ties with dark wizardry? It seemed perfectly clear at this point that the two shared a common ferver in the revival of the past, Gwen and Shadow.
Lucre then slipped his wand out into sight again and pointed to the parchment, obliterating his words from before and rearranging them to formulate new sentences.
That's what I was hoping you'd tell me. She made mention of overthrowing the current minister. Obviously, with all the corrupt wizards swarming Europe and itching for the chance to take the new seat, it was natural that I ask if you guys even had anyone in mind to assign to such a task.
To what you mentioned earlier, I really could care less about long-dead lunatics such as Voldemort. Yes, his actions catalyzed the greatest inspiration of the study of dark arts in a number of generations, but being that he's gone, I personally fancy the idea of looking to the future, rather than the past, for leaders and new answers.
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Oct 11, 2007 14:22:36 GMT -5
(ooc: Sorry about this btw, im experimenting with Shadow)
He glanced across the table as Lucre read his message. He couldn't help wondering about what he had said about Gwen though. Swinging his feet up onto the empty chair beside him, he tipped his hat over his eyes. He hadn't really considered them 'serious' or commited. Sure, their night of passion he had enjoyed but hadn't really thought much about it. Until Lucre had said that.
Turning his attention back to the matter at hand Shadow's cold blue eyes surveyed the blond slytherin closely. He looked perfect for what he needed, perfect. What the hell Shad' He stared down at the table instead, taking the note from Lucre.
Determined not to look into the boys eyes his lip curled slightly as he read it. Repeating his actions of clearing, he passed his reply back with some force. Still annoyed at what he had just done.
She has told me nothing about a new minister. Obviously I'll confront her about that. She honestly has not mentioned anything. I don't know why.
Then to look into the future, what do you see? Or rather, what would you want to see?
His eyes glittered darkly, knowing it was a trick question. Whatever he answered, Shadow could manipulate his words to his advantage or break them.
Post by skullwhite on Oct 11, 2007 18:10:38 GMT -5
"So then, I guess you're the guy Gwen told me about."
"Ah, Miss White talks does she?"
The new Astronomy professor happened to be in the library, researching the moon for his younger class, when he caught a snippet of conversation from two boys. Gwen White, ah yes, the lass from Drakborough who promised to make him the next Iberian Minister of Magic. He stopped a mental laugh from translating into an out loud one. These were her rebels? They were but mere students. He stayed out of sight, pretending to be engrossed in what he was doing and paying no heed to the pair.
It was to no avail, however as they began passing notes back and forth, ceasing there use of verbal words. No matter, He knew what they were probably discussing. Plans for this little revolution of theirs. He approached the pair, coming out from behind the bookcase which divided him from them. Of course, the parchment they were passing back and forth had an enchantment on it, to prevent someone from reading the true message. At least they had brains enough to do that much.
Finally, he spoke. "This is perhaps not the best place for the two of you to be conversing so loudly." His sharp, brown eyes seemed to flicker golden-green for a second, as he caught each of theirs in turn. He was effectively Mezmorizing these two, so that they alone would hear what he had to say. In the Mezmor he said, "I know what you two are up to. I'm in on it to, however it is foolish to discuss such plans in public, however stealthy you think you're being. Now, I would suggest you distance yourselves in people's minds. I realize that Miss White is the leader of this little rebellion, but as I have more experience with this kind of thing, I suggest you follow my lead. I also expect both of you to attend my class. It'll be easier to get messages across that way. Do I make myself clear?"
On the other hand, anyone besides the two boys would have heard, "Mr. Lucre, Mr. Clearwater, you should both learn to study more quietly. This is a library, not one of your rock concerts. Mr. Clearwater, I expect to see you in my next class. Now please, quiet down the both of you, or I'll have Mr. Matthews escort you out. Do I make myself clear?"
Post by Thomas Lucre on Oct 13, 2007 23:32:10 GMT -5
(OOC) XD Sorry to have kept you cats waiting.
(BIC) Lucre's onyx eyes almost took on a coy shade of chocolate as his ever-beguiling grin stretched across his face. From the wordless reaction to Lucre's limited knowledge on this supposed candidate for minister of magic, it appeared that Shadow here was also left on the loop, but on a different level. What that level was, he couldn't quite put his finger on. Same applying to the rather foggy reply Shadow enscripted upon the parchment.
Then came a rather unexpected interjection from the Astronomy profesor, whom managed a slight flinch from the blonde as his head whipped around in time to meet the peculiarly entrancing gaze of the older male. From there on, Lucre found himself unmoving from the man's golden brown gaze. As he spoke, there was an almost incriminative tone in his voice. Drat, so even with the magic-encrypted note, they still had taken the attention of someone that could easily misunderstand Lucre's standing in this. Not that he was ready to rat out his new pal, but he was hardly interested in being court-martialed for something he was merely weighing deliberation in participating with.
But hold, it seemed that Munroe had done more than catch direct wind of their discussion and plans. As a matter of fact, he seemed to be in on it, some how. Then, of course, it hit Lucre in the most obvious light imaginable. The reason why Gwen had dodged the opprotunity to confide in her blue-eyed cohort, Shadow, as to whom their supposed candidate was. It suddenly made perfect sense as to why the prof. felt Gwen was not exactly fully qualified to head such a major movement; developing feelings like that for the ones you work with can be pretty detrumental to such a radical movement. If Shadow was to catch wind of this (and it seemed now, there was little chance of stopping the inevitible truth from revealing itself), then this political upheaval would likely liquify before the authorities could even catch wind of it.
Well, all things considered, Lucre was confident that Prof Munroe caught the stares of both genders, whether it be intentional or no. If Munroe happened to be of the opposite gender, Lucre was confident he'd be ever so much more participative in class. But meh, that was neither here nor there. Regardless of how stunning the professor was, Lucre's door only swung one way. But he could definitely see Gwen falling for him. And his dastardly smile was all that was revealed from this thought, despite still being caught in this unknown trance. Lucre, had still not been swayed to making a decision to support this cause, but he found himself nodding obligingly to the man's invitation to begin attending his class. Granted, his astronomy was a tad rusty, but he was sure he could catch up somehow.
Post by Shadow Clearwater on Oct 14, 2007 13:08:46 GMT -5
('tis kay)
Watching Lucre closely, Shad' felt slightly disappointed with the reaction he had recived. Wisely, lucre had not answered his question.
His attention was abruptly disturbed at the presence of the Astronomy teacher. His cold stare locked harshly onto the Professors for a moment. Munro's voice was strangely entrancing as Shadow closed his eyes in frustration-been rooted out at such an early stage was something he had not planned on. Munro knows?
Snarling softly, he listened half-heartedly to the Professor's speech. He stopped himself from laughing in both annoyance and purity. This was not something Gwen had arisen with herself, there had been two minds involved. His eyes flared slightly in anger at the words.
Follow his lead?
Standing up, he slammed his fist against the table angrily. Just what part did Munro play in their plans? He closed his eyes briefly for a moment in realisation, Minister.... He was who she had decided could be Minister? Glaring at the teacher, he nodded forcefully, "Of course sir..."
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