Who had written that letter. Malachy was going to find out and when hedid That student would be very very sorry.
Malachy didn't flinch he looke right into Mury's dead soulless eyes. It was clear Tha malachy knew exacly what he was doing . Than nothing he was saying was really news to him. Malachy was no newbie student and his inncence didn't exist in the glare that he returned to Mury.
Malchy only glared when Mury through the draconian ghost out of site and kept from laughing because as soon as the phantom was gone he would be conjuring his ghost back to his side. But the confidence and feeling of victory vanished as soon as Morgan spoke up.
He wanted to tell her to be quiet, to shut up but the hole he was standing in with her was big enough. Malachy wasn't sure what she was getting at now though. "You know, I think he was referring to the vampires. Which the dragon he just sent away sort of had a grudge against. So that's oneless defense we have against the undead."
"Yes, in fact, I would be the one to know," the Shade replied, stopping but not turning to face the girl. "And, being the one to know, I will be your best bet if worse comes to worst."
"The ghost of a dragon is worthless against the powers that be. Lost spirits are destined to go on to the afterlife, not linger and pretend to be useful," he said, wheeling himself around and approaching the couple once more. "That ghost, supposing for a moment that its intentions are truly benevolent, has no power over vampires. And no, boy, she was not referring to those vile beasts. Slytherin are known for sly manner, not sly wit; to not assume your inferences are always true."
Muryllis tapped his badge with the tip of his wand, changing it to that of his old house, Ravenclaw. It even bore the markings of the Head Boy, his old position. He tapped it again, and it morphed into the mark of the Society of Shadows, of which he had been a part for months prior to the War. He tapped it once more, and it became the dreaded emblem of the Redeemers, for the man had served as Dark Lord Korodin's apprentice during that time. On the final tap, it dissolved back into the proud badge of the Justiciar.
"In my time here, I've witnessed the unspeakable; that which would unnerve even the great Harry Potter, nay, even Lord Voldemort himself. I have experienced the unspeakable, abandoning that which you take for granted to wield enormous power." His voice had not lost its cold tone, and yet the man seemed to be reminiscing, carrying himself back through months and years of magic. "I am twisted, and though I command forces you would be damned to understand, I will never truly be who I once was."
"In place of a brain, as you say, I have the laws of magic and nature and everything in between. However, you had best believe I retain humanity; for your sake, you had best believe I am not that far gone." He moved closer to Morgan, though perhaps not as close as he had been to Malachy; there was a fair distance between them, but he did not doubt his presence made her wildly uncomfortable. "Be it primitive, I demand respect; if not through trust, then through experience."
"Tell me, Miss Pendragon, have you ever had the honor of facing the Nameless One in combat?" The chilling effect of his voice had dropped beyond its already unbearable level. His eyes conveyed the sort of dread one could only perceive in the worst of Hells.
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Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jul 28, 2009 14:30:00 GMT -5
The tension was thick. The Thing stared her down, his blue eyes devoid of any trace of compassion or the humanity he claimed he still possessed. Morgan swallowed convulsively. She almost bowed her head. She almost averted her eyes. She almost muttered something grudgingly contrite under her breath.
Almost. But then, she came to a realization.
This was one of those moments where she could choose who she was going to be. Was she going to be the goody-two-shoes who knew her place and would sit idly by while history was being made around her? Or, would she be the one making history happen? Like it was even a choice.
The tension was thick, and the Thing That Was Not Muryllis stared her down, his eyes two icy voids. But Morgan would not be cowed. Instead of bowing her head, she held it proudly up, straightening her posture. Instead of averting her eyes, her reddish eyes seemed to burn as she held his gaze, countering the cold in him. Instead of muttering something under her breath, she said in a calm, clear manner, "I did respect you once. I even held a certain admiration for you. In fact, a long time ago, I would have blindly followed any mad whim you had deigned to bestow on me. It seems we've both changed."
She was surprised at her ability to say such things without so much as a stutter, but she didn't stop to think about it for too long, for fear her capacity for speech would suddenly disappear. "I may not have ever fought the Darkness, as you have, but I never went looking for it, either." Her eyes flickered to the badge on his chest, but only for a second, before she was again looking him in the eye. "However, I do have respect for the office you hold and everything it stands for. So, I will not say anything further. Sir." The last word had a slight edge to it, an edge that stripped the title of the deference it might have held in a gentler tone.
Malachy was sort of surprised at what Mury was talking about. Some of the things he spoke of things that should have scarred most people only intrigued him He wanted to ask what Mury was talking about but something in the back of his mind told him it was a bad idea to just let things drop.
"Sir, what exactly have you become?"Malachy asked without really thinking. "How is it that you are, well obviously not quite alive yet still have your magic." Behind his red eyes was the infamous power hunger of a Slytherin. He wondered just what Mury was, and how he got that power.
It did not surprise him that many people, perhaps too many, who knew him in life had come to hate him in undeath. Before then, even - his having been a Shadow, and even taking part in the War on their side (albeit against his will), had become a known fact quickly following the war's end. Though time had managed to heal some of the damage, his reincarnation as Unseen only served to reopen the wounds and make uglier scars.
Not that he cared much; he was now on the 'right' track, and the fact that a lowly Prefect who had to have her job done for her detested him did not seem to matter in the least. As she held her proud, exaggerated pose, he merely smiled back. "Your respect, or lack thereof, makes no difference to me, though I am glad to hear you have finally managed to overcome that worthless blind loyalty. It will only come into question when you suddenly need me," he said, and then added, "and you would be surprised to know how much easier it is for darkness to find you than for you to find it."
The mind of the Slytherin boy had begun to amaze him, if only for its simplicity. The Shade could sense his sudden change of heart, amused by the fact that the boy who had wished death upon him only moments earlier was now overcome by the desire for power. 'What exactly have you become?' he asked. How pathetic.
"I have become formidable, and that is all you need to know. Now then, you two, go back to your business; this little chat is beginning to bore me."
He turned once more to leave, then added, "I will remind you, purely out of courtesy, that that pet of yours will cease to exist if I have to deal with it again. An average wizard can subdue a living dragon; don't assume that worthless ghost will be much of a challenge for me."
With that, the Justiciar headed out across the Quidditch field, not caring enough to look back as he left the scene.
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