♕♕ Shawn came in. He just preyed he was not late. He was not fully sure what time he was supposed to be here. He had had a pleasant date for the first time in years. Admittedly he had blown his mouth a little and that was bad. But his boss need not know that. He had also blown most of his cash. That had also been bad. He opened the door and quietly went in, looking around for his boss. ♕♕
Lived my life as aGriffendor.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 4:59 pm
That's why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there
And I know the way I left wasn't fair
I didn't want to be around just to bring you down
𝕽emington 𝕵agger 𝕹ott
Glazed gold eyes sparkled with destructive tenacity; he was a greedy man, always hungry for the fruit plucked from another’s tree. That smiling worming onto his lips breathed more than the iron forged source of power molded of him, it whispered riddles of haunting poison and lingering vengeance. Flashing those gold eyes up and down her stolen form, he wondered what it was hiding behind that mask; he wondered what fire burned beneath—the animal that needed taming. Otherwise, what would it hide? ”A shame indeed,” he agreed wholeheartedly. ”One in desperate need of correction.” He implied subtly, those wild eyes flashing something dangerous.
He leaned back in the plush confines of his armchair, his fingers gliding over the leather lining the wooden armrest where etched snakes coiled and hissed and roamed. ”I know so much of you, Mrs. Edgeworth,” Remington, finally, deftly slashed through the façade of riddles he’d created, quite abruptly. ”And yet, nothing about you…
“Indulge me, if you will… Tell me about yourself.” After all, if in his experience, women do love to talk. This one couldn’t be too different, could she?
╔══════════════╗ 38 years old ♛ 6’3” ♛ 194lbs Location: Downstairs Gambling Room, The Spiny Serpent Home ♛ Office ♛ Island ╚══════════════╝
♕♕ Shawn sighed as he came in. He was almost to broke to buy coffee and soup, but he was at work and that should fix that problem. Not that he was quite sure how his pay worried out. But then again he was horrible with money. It had been Juniper that was good with money. Shawn took a stand towards the back of the room, watching the entrance. ♕♕
Lived my life as aGriffendor.
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 10:53 am
When it comes to how to live his life he can't be told Says he's got it all under control Thinks he knows it's not a problem he's stuck with But in reality it'd be a problem to just quit
An addict and he can't hold the reins The pain is worse cause his friends have it the same Tries to slow down the problem he's got But can't get off the carousel until he makes it stop
He can only fool himself for so long He can only fool himself for so long He can only fool himself for so long He can only fool himself…
Remington Jagger Nott
The swivel and click of the doorknob signalled his arrival. Remington scuffed his shoes on the door and cursed as he stumblee in, drunk. Fire whiskey hung off his breath with a slow crawl, he didn't seem to notice, however. Hazy eyes rocked back and forth before falling on the young Sever boy. Perhaps not so young anymore, but, young enough. "Ah, there you are lad." He hiccuped. "I've been meaning to get this to you," Remington paused and wavered on his feet. He wasn't happy; he never was when he thought to chase it at the bottom of a bottle. It seemed Dahlia was in a much better place than this, but he didn't want to admit it. He couldn't... He won't. He'd rather waste himself in his tears blaming her, daring her, cursing her.
"A key to Gringotts, you'll payments will be transferred directly to this account from now one." Remington should have given it to him years ago, but he always forgot, and moreover, he found himself absent from the shop on business affairs more often than not. It only made sense this way.
╔══════════════╗ 40 years old ♛ 6’3” ♛ 172lbs Home ♛ Office ♛ Island ╚══════════════╝
♕♕ Shawn had been sitting behind the desk with his feet up when his boss came in. He was surprised, the male never really came in, so it was a shock. He took his feet down and looked fully alert. So far no one had come in today. When he was handed the key he raised a brow. He was going to be payed automatically now? That would help with his money problems. "Thank you Sir" he said, giving a slight smile. His over all appearance had not changed sense he started working here, however he did look more crazed, older and he had become darker and colder. But he still respected his boss and liked his job. ♕♕
Lived my life as aGriffendor.
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Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 12:19 pm
Holywater cannot help you now A thousandarmies couldn't keep me out I don't want your money, I don't want your crown See, I've come to burn your kingdomdown
Holywater cannot help you now See, I've come to burn your kingdomdown And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smokeyou out
MARINA EUGENIE ALDRED PROUD HALFBLOOD SLYTHERIN SEVENTH YEAR PREFECT AND HEAD GIRL BRITISH YOUTH REPRESENTATIVE TO THE WIZENGAMOT
Seven devils all around you: Alert | Seven devils in your house: This is the place... | See, you were dead when you woke up this morning: - | And you'll be dead before the day is done: The Spiny Serpent
Marina had never been in Knockturn Alley before today. It gave her the creeps, like she assumed it gave most people, even if Ronyo's place was down here. She didn't see why he couldn't have set up in Diagon, no matter how much more business he probably got in this shadier area. But she wasn't going to be intimidated, she had convinced herself, by whomever might be hanging around this area. She was an adult, and she could legally use magic, and she had her wand at the ready the entire journey to the Spiny Serpent, which was a fast paced walk in which she kept her head up and her eyes on the lookout for any sign of trouble. And now here she was, inside. There were so many shelves, and most of them probably contained illegal goods, but right now that wasn't her problem. She had something she'd very much like one Mr. Nott to take a look at, and she was not going to take no for an answer. This was a clue, an extremely valuable clue, she was sure of it. She couldn't stand to look at it, it made her feel sick, but she knew where at least part of it was from. This shop. The redhead marched straight up to the counter with a steely look and waited.
Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear.
Essy ze Ninja
Cara MiaKitty
And now all your love will be exorcised And we will find your sayings to be paradox And it's an evensum, it's a melody It's a battlecry, it's a symphony
They can keep me out, 'til I tear the walls 'Til I take your heart, and I take your soul For what has been done, cannot be undone In the evil'sheart, in the evil'ssoul
The shop was barren of any living being, save for the redheaded dame that had stormed her way through the shallow filth of the alley outside. The instance that the young witch had entered the store, a soft, melancholy sound drifted in from the corners of the shop. From under the rickety floor boards and the spider web corners. A golden violin was the source of this music, and the further she stepped into the store, the louder the music rang until its familiarity chimed loud and true. So eerie and familiar, the melody strung on wordlessly. The most lethal of the shops merchandise was hidden behind glass, and only the magic of the store owner or its workers would be able to charm it away. A helm, a chandelier, and so many more dusted nefarious items beat with a cursed pulse.
Still, nobody had arrived, not a soul in the shop could be seen. The ostentatious desk was the very same that had once sat in the Cursebreaking classroom at Hogwarts. And chiseled in the wooden furnishings, a slithering snake was enchanted and it twirled around the legs of the desk menacingly, waiting.
Nothing out of the ordinary, though, could be seen. Until the groves of the belly of the snake wrapped around from the legs of the desk until it coiled around the top, and the slithered down the other far end. A picture frame fell backwards because of the snakes movements in the wooden surface, and the picture seemed monotonously indifferent to any reason the visitors had arrived for. And yet, it wasn't. Four young males sat on the outskirts of Hogsmeade village, one with a cigar in his hands and cold gold eyes, another with sharply pointed features and misted green eyes, a tanner man with a sinewy build and tawny, feisty hair lounged on the edge of the photograph while the last was hidden behind the others, his features heavy and square and foreign. In the background, a young woman was hidden in the outskirts of the village, her face smiling and her hair ravenous. She hadn't even seemed to notice the boys in the midst of their picture taking, but somehow, she'd still been caught in the flash. Her image was circled in with a furious black blob of ink.
If picked up, the picture frame would be found broken, and the image would slide loose from its captor. On the back, the initialed names of the men were featured in a row, and tucked in the corner a very different set of handwriting was noted in an eerie black font.
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H. Burke. R. Nott. A. Rich. D. Murray
She knows.
[[OOC: This a private scene, please PM before posting.]]]
The Forgotten Weasley
Cara MiaKitty
SHE CHEATED. SHE SAW. I HAD TO POSTY!! //totes letting the blame roll downhill.//
Posted: Sun Jan 19, 2014 11:32 pm
Damien is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // LookingUncomfortableinthe Spiny Serpentspace CURRENTLY // lovingMarina Aldredspaces CURRENTLY WITH // Marinaspacesp CURRENTLY FEELING // Nervousspacespa CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Why do I get the feeling that this is a horrible idea?'spacespac ∳ ∳ ∳The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful stop me and steal my breath. And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky, never revealing their depth.∳ ∳ ∳ ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceDamien followed his girlfriend into the shop, his pace quickening after she'd stormed off ahead of him. When he reached her, his hand shot out, grabbing hers, not hard, but firmly. His expression was equally firm, his eyes nervous, a hint of reproach in them. She shouldn't take off without him; no matter how much she wished he hadn't come, he wasn't about to let her wander into this alone. He refused; when she was an Auror, things would be different. She'd have been trained, taught to handle such things. But for now, she was only seventeen. So was he, but still. He'd have asked for some sort of escort had he thought she'd even consider agreeing; as it was, he was here to be a second set of eyes, someone to watch her back while she looked for her clues. He had no idea what she hoped to find here. But he'd be damned if he was letting her wander off to hunt on her own. She might be the better duelist, but she was also reckless. Someone needed to keep out a watchful eye... and to cool her temper should the shopkeeper appear and be angered by whatever questions or accusations she decided to hurl at him. He leaned in, placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, and whispered,"Please be careful,"knowing that she'd try her best... and worried that her best would fall short. Not a lack of faith in her abilities; just the knowledge that whoever they were dealing with was more than likely incredibly dangerous, and they were on their own.
spaceThe movement on the desk drew his attention, and a hint of recognition flared. He recalled the professor who'd taken over Transfiguration for a while; if not this desk, then one exactly like it had sat in his classroom. He remembered the snake... hard to forget that. He glanced at the picture that had fallen from the movement of the snake, curious. He inclined his head to it, figuring that Marina would likely want to check it. Honestly, he doubted it was anything important... just a coincidence. But she was looking for answers, and any one thing could be key... better to leave no stone unturned, really. Of course, if she snooped, they risked the wrath of the shop's owner, should he arrive in time to see it... but he knew she would.
═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ ∳ ∳ ∳I'll be your crying shoulder, I'll be love's suicide I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life.∳ ∳ ∳
Holywater cannot help you now A thousandarmies couldn't keep me out I don't want your money, I don't want your crown See, I've come to burn your kingdomdown
Holywater cannot help you now See, I've come to burn your kingdomdown And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smokeyou out
MARINA EUGENIE ALDRED PROUD HALFBLOOD SLYTHERIN SEVENTH YEAR PREFECT AND HEAD GIRL BRITISH YOUTH REPRESENTATIVE TO THE WIZENGAMOT
Seven devils all around you: Alert | Seven devils in your house: This is the place... | See, you were dead when you woke up this morning: Damien | And you'll be dead before the day is done: The Spiny Serpent
Marina heard the melody first. She stopped and listened, closing her eyes for a second. It was very, very familiar. No... there was no way.. it couldn't be. It couldn't. It sounded like the lullaby her parents used to hum to her, as a child, when she couldn't go to sleep. One summer night her dad had even taken her outside, put her up on his shoulders, and shown her the full moon overhead. If she could see it, he said, she'd always have someone watching over her, no matter where she was, even if it was hidden by the sun or clouds.
I see the moon, the moon sees me...
Shining through the branches of the old oak tree...
Oh, let the light that shines on me, shine on the ones I love...
She was humming along to it, in her head, but she felt unnerved. It was no coincidence, she was sure, that a favorite childhood song just happened to be played in this shop. The Slytherin girl almost jumped a little when Damien grabbed her hand, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else. She relaxed a little when he kissed her on the cheek, and nodded mutely. Of course she was going to be careful. She was going to very carefully get some answers.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spied the carved snake in the desk, slithering around it. This too, seemed familiar. But where had she seen it before.., wait. They'd had a Transfiguration professor, for a short while, with a desk much like this one. In fact, she wouldn't be surprised if it was the same one. Her brown eyes narrowed, just as a picture frame fell down. Marina glanced at Damien, at the snake, and then back at the picture. Without even thinking, her hand darted out towards it, but she stopped herself just short of it. No. She had a better idea. Out came her wand. "Geminio," she breathed, pointing at the picture behind the frame with her wand, and instantly a perfect copy appeared. The shop owner could show up any moment, so she stepped back, away from the desk, as if she'd never even noticed the toppled frame at all, gripping the copy tightly. She looked at it for a few precious seconds, showing Damien as well. It was of... four young men. And her mum. Much younger, but she recognized the woman's face and her smile. She was in the background, clueless to what was going on. Marina stiffened, and then caught sight of writing on the back. She turned it over. Names. And a warning.
So... knowledge was power, then. And whatever her mother had known, someone had hurt her for, probably willing to kill her for.
Silently, she tucked the photo away and then resumed waiting, an expression of impatient boredom on her face, like a teenage girl with places to be that were not here. Her mind was racing, but for once she managed to keep her emotions off her face. Everyone else seemed perfectly capable of wearing many masks. She could too.
Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear.
Essy ze Ninja
Cara MiaKitty
And now all your love will be exorcised And we will find your sayings to be paradox And it's an evensum, it's a melody It's a battlecry, it's a symphony
They can keep me out, 'til I tear the walls 'Til I take your heart, and I take your soul For what has been done, cannot be undone In the evil'sheart, in the evil'ssoul
Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2014 5:18 pm
When it comes to how to live his life he can't be told Says he's got it all under control Thinks he knows it's not a problem he's stuck with But in reality it'd be a problem to just quit
An addict and he can't hold the reins The pain is worse cause his friends have it the same Tries to slow down the problem he's got But can't get off the carousel until he makes it stop
He can only fool himself for so long He can only fool himself for so long He can only fool himself for so long He can only fool himself…
Remington Jagger Nott
Voices trickled down below through the ceiling, sliding through the cracks. The voices were bare and minimal, the absolute tones were dismal and forced, one had belonged to a woman and the other to a man. The voices grew louder, near indiscernable, and the groan of furniture scratching against the floor was deafened by a loud CRASH. Something upstairs had shattered. A door slammed, and the furious click of heels echoed against the store walls as the staircase outside was being used. And then there was silence; a certain tension wavered in thickly. Remington was fuming. Eyes were blazing.
A heavy oak door at the rear of the establishment with a misted glass window and black words printed, ‘Staff Only’, had churned to life with the turn of a knob. The grizzled beard and sharp nose of the nefarious man paled under the inferno in his stare. Lips set in a firm line twitched into a frown as his attention heard the music, and for a moment, his baffled expression almost glimmered in the shadows. The pure sound, the instrument itself had been very expensive, and his eyes narrowed. Once upon a time, he’d been in Dominic Maestro’s and had bought the instrument under a very prestigous man, Soren Valentin... He wondered what had had happened to him. The music suddenly stopped.
Clawing gold eyes ripped back and forth, studying the two nearly grown children. Students of his, for only a short while, fate had had other motives for him and he’d resigned from his position the year before they were in their third. He had a feeling he would’ve had at least one of these two in his classes, if he’d have stayed... And how interesting would that have been. Remington’s eyes almost delighted though, as he studied Damien’s face. The boy had more of his mother in him than he thought; such a shame how it all turned out. ”Can I..” he paused. Eyes flickered to his desk where the serpent hissed, and then caught the reflection of the overturned picture frame. ”--help you?” Only the beat of a blink separated his words, but the pause had still been there like the knife in his back was.
╔══════════════╗ 40 years old ♛ 6’3” ♛ 172lbs Home ♛ Office ♛ Island ╚══════════════╝
Damien is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // LookingUncomfortableinthe Spiny Serpentspace CURRENTLY // lovingMarina Aldredspaces CURRENTLY WITH // Marinaspacesp CURRENTLY FEELING // Nervousspacespa CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Why do I get the feeling that this is a horrible idea?'spacespac ∳ ∳ ∳The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful stop me and steal my breath. And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky, never revealing their depth.∳ ∳ ∳ ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceDamien watched as Marina's hand shot out, barely holding back the urge to call her mad. Luckily, he didn't have to worry about it. Once her mind caught up with the rest of her, she realized how bad of an idea that probably was and duplicated the photo instead. He released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and glanced over her shoulder. The circled woman caught his eye, how could it not? Someone had clearly been quite focused on her at some point... he couldn't be sure, having only met her once, but he was quite certain it was Marina's mother, but younger than he'd ever seen her. His jaw tightened at that. He read the names written on the back, the note scribbled in the corner, his eyes narrowed. The more he found out about this entire thing, the more he disliked it. What on Earth was gong on?
spaceHis hand went to her shoulder, rubbing gently as she tucked the photo away. Mere seconds after it'd vanished, a door opened, and a figure entered the room. Damien noticed the sudden silence more than he had the music... he turned to the man, and recognized him instantly. So the desk was the very one he'd recalled; the man who'd entered was that professor from long ago. He'd only taught one lesson before being replaced by Professor Fino..."You're Professor Nott,"he said simply, his hand sliding down from Marina's shoulder to rest at the small of her back. He tried to keep his expression calm, neutral. Not to show any nerves. Part of him hoped Marina would take the photo and leave, but he knew she wouldn't. She'd want more. And why shouldn't she? Until this was solved, she was in danger... and he didn't want her in danger. He just couldn't help but worry that finding the truth would put her in more before it made anything better.
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The Forgotten Weasley
Essy ze Ninja
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Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 3:37 pm
Holywater cannot help you now A thousandarmies couldn't keep me out I don't want your money, I don't want your crown See, I've come to burn your kingdomdown
Holywater cannot help you now See, I've come to burn your kingdomdown And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smokeyou out
MARINA EUGENIE ALDRED PROUD HALFBLOOD SLYTHERIN SEVENTH YEAR PREFECT AND HEAD GIRL BRITISH YOUTH REPRESENTATIVE TO THE WIZENGAMOT
Seven devils all around you: Alert | Seven devils in your house: This is the place... | See, you were dead when you woke up this morning: Damien and Remington | And you'll be dead before the day is done: The Spiny Serpent
Marina heard the sharp slamming of a door upstairs and footsteps, and braced herself, as if a storm was coming. The music had abruptly stopped, which she was thankful for. It'd been distracting, muddling up her thoughts. And she needed a clear head right now. Remington Nott looked calmer than he had sounded upstairs, at least to her, but something about the man still unnerved her. Yes, he had definitely been a professor some time ago. She couldn't remember if she'd liked his teaching.
Damien's hand went from her shoulder to her back, steadying her a bit, she supposed. Marina stared unflinchingly at Remington. It wasn't the look of a child trying to be mature and tough. It was the look of an adult woman years older, and it looked out of place in her brown eyes, on her still youthful face. She glanced dismissively at the toppled frame. "Your snake.. thing knocked that over. Very interesting desk you have here..." she said calmly, maybe more calmly than she had ever spoken in her entire life. If she let herself get worked up, if she let her emotions override her thoughts, as they so often did, she'd ruin a valuable chance to actually get some information.
"Professor Nott." she finished her drawn out pause, and then smiled coolly. "I was wondering, does your shop sell frames? You know, to hang paintings and the like?" She shrugged a little, looking around. "I mean, you seem to have almost everything. Even instruments, judging by the music playing before. I rather liked the melody." No. No, she could do this. She could play these games. She was a little out of practice, but she could and she would.
Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear.
Essy ze Ninja
Cara MiaKitty
And now all your love will be exorcised And we will find your sayings to be paradox And it's an evensum, it's a melody It's a battlecry, it's a symphony
They can keep me out, 'til I tear the walls 'Til I take your heart, and I take your soul For what has been done, cannot be undone In the evil'sheart, in the evil'ssoul
When it comes to how to live his life he can't be told Says he's got it all under control Thinks he knows it's not a problem he's stuck with But in reality it'd be a problem to just quit
An addict and he can't hold the reins The pain is worse cause his friends have it the same Tries to slow down the problem he's got But can't get off the carousel until he makes it stop
He can only fool himself for so long He can only fool himself for so long He can only fool himself for so long He can only fool himself…
Remington Jagger Nott
”I was.... once.” His slow drawl articulated with a gall of madness, raptured in the heart of his folly. A slow tongue coiled over chapped, torn lips as a drench of cold sweat seeped down his spine. But those memories were buried so long ago, down in the depths of the crypt that harbored his unrequited love. With never the chance to mourn her, he seemed at wits ends. Remington was so rarely surprised, but the emotion had sailed fleetingly in his vision as his brows furrowed. He saw right through them, past their silhouetted ghosts to find the ravenous predator that lurked just behind them, just past that glass. He blinked and dared a step closer, vision vigil. But... they were gone.
He blinked, and his mind weathered had anchored at shore. The storm barrelled through, a typhoon that rocked his sanity beneath the undertow. It was only her words that had brought him back, that sheltered him from the storm... but stirred an all too different disaster in its steed. His grizzeled features had barely addressed the desk that he’d taken with him to Hogwarts. Shiny like copper, his grandfather told him, shiny, and worthless. Tillitating steps precariously swept Remington against his desk, the smooth flesh of his fingers teased the portrait as he set it straight up on his desk. The picture.... He hadn’t seen it in years! Since he was still a boy at Hogwarts. The lump in his throat felt heavy. The demonizing allure of her cross eyes had resonated his soul, down to the bare bones that shivered. ”I have all manners and forms of wares... I can’t say I have, but I can’t guarantee I haven’t, either.” He stiffened.
He smiled at the mention of the violin that had played. It sat dormant in the back of his store for years, originally intended to be an alarm, but, he never had the time for it. ”Ah, but that isn’t for sale.” To be perfectly honest with himelf.... He thought it was lost.
”I have records of everything transferred in and out of this shop, unfortunately, I can’t hand them over to children.... Now run along.” He dismissed them, not even with a wave. He didn’t want them to linger, he couldn’t wait. He won’t....
His name won’t be the next one to go.
╔══════════════╗ 40 years old ♛ 6’3” ♛ 172lbs Home ♛ Office ♛ Island ╚══════════════╝
The Forgotten Weasley
Cara MiaKitty
Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 3:38 pm
Damien is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // LookingUncomfortableinthe Spiny Serpentspace CURRENTLY // lovingMarina Aldredspaces CURRENTLY WITH // Marinaspacesp CURRENTLY FEELING // Nervousspacespa CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Why do I get the feeling that this is a horrible idea?'spacespac ∳ ∳ ∳The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful stop me and steal my breath. And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky, never revealing their depth.∳ ∳ ∳ ═══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceDamien's eyes narrowed on the man before them. He knew something... he was hiding something. Damien was sure of it; he'd answered with a non-answer, a sign that he was deflecting. He would bet that the man knew exactly what frame she was talking about, knew who he'd sold it to, without looking at any records. He seemed like the type who kept them only as proof to others, because he needed none for his own. The names on the back of the picture... and Marina's mother circled. She knows. What did she know, he wondered?
spaceThe Slytherin barely contained the urge to wince at the man's referring to them as children. That had been a mistake, he was sure. Marina had a temper, and it was easy to cause it to flare. Had that been intentional? Damien was here to help her keep her cool and to keep them out of trouble. His hand pressed on her back, rubbed gently."Mari, we should go. He's not answering any questions... not really."His words were soft, somewhat reproachful. He knew what the man was playing at; he was a Slytherin, too, after all. Deflection was an art to them. One they were taught from the cradle. ONe they were expected to master before ever seeing the inside of a real classroom. He might be a bit rusty in the art itself, but he wasn't too blind to see it. Better to get them out now, before the man managed to piss her off and get them into trouble.
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Holywater cannot help you now A thousandarmies couldn't keep me out I don't want your money, I don't want your crown See, I've come to burn your kingdomdown
Holywater cannot help you now See, I've come to burn your kingdomdown And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smokeyou out
MARINA EUGENIE ALDRED PROUD HALFBLOOD SLYTHERIN SEVENTH YEAR PREFECT AND HEAD GIRL BRITISH YOUTH REPRESENTATIVE TO THE WIZENGAMOT
Seven devils all around you: Alert | Seven devils in your house: This is the place... | See, you were dead when you woke up this morning: Damien and Remington | And you'll be dead before the day is done: The Spiny Serpent
Marina knew he would have records. What kind of shopkeeper, not matter how seedy, wouldn't? And she would bet on her life that he knew the record she was looking for by heart. But he dismissed them; called them children. That was irritating, obviously. She'd never been referred to as a child even when she was a child. But she wasn't about to give up. Just walk out,without any protest? Not going to happen. She knew Damien meant well, and she understood his point, but if she could keep a handle on her temper and just prolong this for a few more precious moments- why did he want them out so quickly anyways? "Give me a sec," she murmured so low she prayed only he heard her. She affixed Remington with a look that was mostly teenage disdain and a little bit of fire. "We're seventeen, Mr. Nott. Legally adults. And really? You can't hand them over?" her tone was dryly incredulous. "Huh. But... I'm sure you've had to hand over store records before, right? When something you sell ends up in the wrong hands? That must have happened at some point. And if something you sold was judged to be, say, posing a threat to Hogwarts students, heaven forbid... That'd be very unfortunate, wouldn't it?" She didn't sound really angry, even annoyed. Just... resolved. Firm.
Maybe, maybe inside she wanted to slap the man, but she was going to get something more out of him, come hell or high water. "I know a school governor, Mr. Nott. In fact, I'm dating his son. So... would you rather hand over the records to the Ministry when they come... or to two children?" she questioned, and a darkness passed over Marina's face that she'd never usually allow to even take form in her expression. This wasn't threatening. This was posing a question. And she had nothing to lose, she figured so... why not? If he kicked them out he kicked them out. But she could not, would not, meekly take her leave like a child.
Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear.
Essy ze Ninja
Cara MiaKitty
And now all your love will be exorcised And we will find your sayings to be paradox And it's an evensum, it's a melody It's a battlecry, it's a symphony
They can keep me out, 'til I tear the walls 'Til I take your heart, and I take your soul For what has been done, cannot be undone In the evil'sheart, in the evil'ssoul
♕♕ Shawn came in. He just preyed he was not late. He was not fully sure what time he was supposed to be here. He had had a pleasant date for the first time in years. Admittedly he had blown his mouth a little and that was bad. But his boss need not know that. He had also blown most of his cash. That had also been bad. He opened the door and quietly went in, looking around for his boss. ♕♕ 
