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Post by Tamis Raynor on Aug 31, 2007 18:10:35 GMT -5
15 January 2007 5:12 pmWhile Hogwarts may be many things, it had never been an enemy. Flanked by two Deva members, it now felt like one. There had always been a sense of returning home; the familiar halls a whispered comfort, the wall-braced torches a flicker of warmth. Now, it felt hostile; a host of an enemy and an imprisonment of innocent youth. Betrayal ebbed at her heart but, with a finite efficiency, Raynor squelched it. The school, however magical, was still inanimate, and could not be blamed for succumbing to the infiltration of the Deva. Raynor herself was very much human and therefore could receive it in full, but as she led her “guards”, she laid her guilt aside. Repercussions for her insolence would be delivered in a moment. For now she had to concentrate on beginning to rectify the damages rendered by her stupidity. No trumpets rang as Tamis Raynor’s escort left her at the shambled remains of the doors to the Great Hall. The Hall did not suddenly light up and sing with new found hope. The ground did not tremble. Simply, a woman with the strained weight of choices visible on her face stepped over a large splinter of wood blocking the threshold. Her borrowed clothes were far too large for her slender frame; made for a man with long legs and broad shoulders rather than a woman’s slight bearing. Swallowed in the baggy attire emphasized how tiny the Professor actually was -- something never readily noticed in a woman who carried herself with the assurance of someone twice her size. Dark circles were apparent beneath gray eyes still haunted by unspoken horrors witnessed during her recent captivity. She looked… tired. This was not the expected arrival of a savior. This was Professor Raynor, a woman the entire Auror’s office hesitated in arresting! She was supposed to march in with unparallel glamour, head held high, and the winds of safety biting at her heels. The head was no less high, the bearings no less resolute, but it was a woman filled with cold determination and a solemn unwillingness to admit defeat that started the long walk to the staff table. The room was crowded with familiar faces. Some she knew better than others, but she knew them. She had sorted them, had them in her class at least at some point in their lives. They were no less hers than Leah was, with one little exception; she had not given birth to them. They were her students; her charges. Raynor kept her gaze trained directly ahead of her, concentrating at the only man in the room that mattered. She tried not to see the flashes of hope and desperation in the visages around her. She ignored the tear stained cheeks and the wavering resolve that had darkened faces when she failed to acknowledge them. Shame racked her and brought with it a biting fury. Tamis Raynor had never been one for humility. It was a hard sufferance when one did not have any, but suffer it she would. She deserved it. She was not here to save them. Robert Shaw filled her vision, standing calmly before the High Table. Raynor did not allow her gaze to wander to any of the present staff, did not dare to. She focused on the one man she now hated with a fierce passion, a man previously considered a friend. It was a monster standing before her, a devil that she was about to willingly sell her soul to. Hopefully, it would not all be in vain. As she halted at long last scant feet from her adversary, the Ex-Deputy’s mind deviously began to wonder what Corrion would do to her when he found out. Her release from Azkaban had been at his hands; no doubt he risked his very job in doing it. Hopefully he would forgive her… hopefully they all would forgive her. The world seemed to believe that if there was one person that could right this wrong, it was she. For a fleeting moment, Tamis almost smiled. She had always tried to tell people that she was not a particularly powerful witch. Gifted? Some would say that. Powerful? No. Now she finally had a chance to prove it with rather sadistic irony. Raynor could not right this wrong but she could give those who could the means to. Gray met gray like rolling thunderheads as their eyes locked. Raynor remained motionless, face void of the torrent of emotions raging so scantly beneath the surface. After a long tense silence, she finally spoke, “You broke my door.” (( Extremely open. In fact, presence encouraged. However, Shaw gets dibbs on the first post. ))
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Robert Shaw
Wizard
Criminal
I was a child once, the fear of the world in my eye
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Post by Robert Shaw on Aug 31, 2007 19:23:50 GMT -5
Forty-six hours ago Robert Shaw had carried both doubts and dreams of the success or failure of the Deva's great undertaking. Forty-six hours ago, he'd interrupted a rather peaceful meal and brought regretful, but at the same time equally rewarding hellfire into the lives of those who needed it least. But such a step was regretfully required for the entirety of his plan to be set in motion. You see while most of the motivation for these compelling actions was for the greater good of the future generations of society there was one ounce, one single reason that was not. He wanted to see Tamis Raynor broken beyond visible recognition, if she was lucky, her appearance would not be recognizable even to him. Mind you, that was if she was lucky, and if she continued to play his little wager.
But Tamis Raynor was predictable; she would continue to play as long as he continued to place the bait in front of her ever-waiting nose. That auror Corrion however, he was quite the unpredictable sort, he'd come the day prior claiming the title of "auror-in-charge and primary negotiator" it was quite a pity that there was little he could negotiate for -- Robert had made certain of that. They were here as long as he allowed, here as long as a single student still breathed in his presence. But the man did have a brave streak, coming unarmed to first hand get a meager glimpse at live souls at extreme personal risk was an act Robert had long considered dead in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the irony? Muggles did it every day.
That however, was all the past and the focus is now the present mealtime before him. He didn’t doubt that he was now on many death lists, but it couldn’t be too many more than when he’d entered. Surely someone realized the truth behind what they were trying to do, surely at least one among them believed… Ah well, there was a hot plate of food in front of him, reluctant, generalized order at his feet and it had been hours since a student tried running off. It was all going right well until he heard the Entrance Hall doors open and close with a harsh suspense…
Then it got better.
In the doorway appeared someone, or rather something better than he could have ever pictured in his mind. Tamis Raynor, former friend, former housemate, former troublemaker, and former ally. Tamis Raynor wearing borrowed robes that were multiple sizes too big and looking only slightly better than someone who’d suffered the dementor’s kiss – although she had come about as close as the Ministry could allow her to without creating a rebellion by their own hand. But she wasn’t broken and that was a major disiappointment. There was a look of death held in her stare, a stare that was determined to kill him. She was flanked by McKinstry and well, he couldn’t tell the other from across the room but it didn’t matter either. She was here just as he’d foretold to himself, here, and while not crawling she no doubt felt as though she was.
Robert waved her escort off back to their posts as the woman made her determined way toward him, her gray eyes never relinquishing the hold they had held on him. It was now, and only now that Robert bothered to push his chair back and stand with a clearly bemused smirk upon his face. She was entitled to some degree respect although he would only begrudgingly admit so in his mind
“You broke my door.”
Was that it, no damning, no cursing, no halo of redemption light, no swarm of aurors from the ceiling? Nothing at all but Tamis Raynor, damn, and here he was hoping for a promising show…was he to be disappointed yet for a second time in under thirty meager seconds? Oh well, while he wasn’t royalty in any form, he supposed he should at least humor the determined beggar beneath his gaze.
“And you didn’t have to come crawling through it. Congratulations.”
(I leave choice of hot meal to the spectators. Just keep it reasonable.)
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Aug 31, 2007 20:41:49 GMT -5
Duty is heavier than a mountain; death is lighter than a feather. It was with the greatest contempt that she mentally spat at the proverb and resisted the urge to physically do so in Shaw’s smirking countenance. It would have been too easy to give up, to simply stop fighting; to break. It would have been a relief to allow humility to test her limits and bend to the cold command silently emanating from her adversary, planning her demise. There was not a flicker of surprise marring his complexion; Tamis had not expected to find any. He expected her to come, and like a starving obedient dog, she had. In essence, she had concurred to her own predictability. It was this that gave her the sole advantage that she still held in her possession, the one that no one else had; she knew what he wanted.
There was nothing but disdain as she regarded him, and continued to watch only him. To let her attention stray now would be the end of her. She no longer had to tell herself that this was not the same man she once knew. She no longer believed she had truly ever known him. How much of it had been an act? A lie? Raynor was no where arrogant enough to assume she could not be deceived. But Tait had always been a good judge of character. If she could do it, she would will Robert Shaw dead. He had taken so much; her trust, her will, her family… and now her school. This was not a war, it was a personal vendetta. And Tamis did not know what would happen if she didn’t win. So she would fight the losing battle until there was nothing left to give.
“And you didn’t have to come crawling through it. Congratulations.”
Chin raised, Raynor tried – and failed – to look anything other than chimerically determined. For all the rest of the room knew, the woman thought she was wearing robes of gold. But there was no denying the slump in her shoulders… still visible even with the engulfing attire.
“Perhaps you should check your own feet. They’re sticking out of the shadows.”
Slowly, Raynor lifted her arms out to the sides, so that her actions were painstakingly visible to Shaw’s cronies no doubt waiting to fall her with her first wrong move. Never breaking eye contact with the former comrade, she produced her wand, given back to her not even an hour prior. There was no attempt to defend herself, no heroics; that was, as she had said countless times, a Gryffindor’s job, which Tamis most decisively would never be. Could she have taken Shaw down right then and there? There was no doubt in Tamis Raynor’s ability with a wand, but there were six others trained on her waiting for a simple command, and four hundred lives to suffer for it. She was not a particularly powerful witch.
And then, for the entire Hall to see, Tamis Raynor did the one thing she had never in her life planned to do; she handed Robert L. Shaw her wand. And with it, she knew, the hope in many of the onlookers’ hearts for salvation, though Raynor had never had any to offer… at least not any they would readily notice.
Dear Merlin, please let them forgive her.
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Post by Devin Brady on Sept 1, 2007 11:08:51 GMT -5
Devin watched the motion with a bowed head. He wasn't being reverant, no in his eyes she came too soon. What he had expected would be a woman bounding through the front hall wand in hand, a trail of aurors behind her, had been a weak deception. She hadn't come with support, she had come on her own, and hadn't even rested after being freed from Azkaban. He watched as she spoke, and felt the woman he knew she was coming out. He almost waited breath held for her to pull some heroics. To burst out as if she had only been faking it the entire time.
Then it happened, she did something that he hadn't expected. She did what he regretfully did himself, she gave up her wand.
Devin quickly rose to his feet and made his way to her side. If she was giving up her wand, she would not be hurt. Who knows what humiliation they had for the poor weak woman. He would help her however she wanted, in fact he was allowng himself to openly respect, the woman he once despised. She was their leader, and weak or not, a leader is a leader.
((Wow sorry this post sucks... I'm in fact disappointed in myself.))
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Drew Thornton
Ministry of Magic
Auror-in-Training
I didn't do it and you can't prove otherwise...
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Post by Drew Thornton on Sept 1, 2007 11:42:43 GMT -5
Drew had gotten little to no sleep over the last two nights, frightened that his nightmares would return and give away the fear that he held. He didn't need the Deva... or the other kids... to know how scared he was.
He was resting his head on the Ravenclaw table, waiting for dinner that he wasn't hungry for, and only half paying attention to what was going on. So it was a bit of a surprise to see the diminuitve form of the Deputy strut up the isle past him. He sat up and smirked. The door comment was so Raynor. She gave up her wand, but that didn't matter to him. Raynor was back and Drew was sure things would get better now.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Sept 1, 2007 12:01:05 GMT -5
Alfonz Jedynak....he studied his own name as he wandered the Great Hall looking around at the staff, the students, his sister, and the many he had encountered over the last fourty six hours. Who was he? What did a name mean? Who was, Alfonz Jedynak?
It was now time for movement in Shaw's eyes, and all of the Deva could see it. It was now time for the game to come to an end of sorts. It had been two days, the authorities had known since the very beginning, and now it was time for the Deva to be heard and their message to be sent. Alfonz Jedynak smirked as he passed through the tired faces of the students back and forth slowly through the rows and the great masses of scared, confused, tired, and irritable.
Then a woman in clothing to big for her own body came in. Alfonz had no idea who this woman is, or how in any way she would bring hope to Hogwarts. From where Alfonz stood, he underestimated the woman greatly, and with her handing over her wand to Shaw, he now surpressed a chuckle. This was the Tamis Raynor who was supposed to save them all? This was the woman Shaw had been waiting for for the past two days? Alfonz was amused highly, and his amusement didn't end there.
It was then that Devin Brady ran to the woman's side. What was he doing? Again, completely and utterly foolish. Shaw was dealing with the woman, did he want to be killed? Walking up just slightly to where the three stood, Alfonz stood back about ten feet or so. His wand in his hand, but his arms crossed almost in disbelief. "Brady, please save us the melodramatics, and get back to where you were. Give the woman at least some respect, you always preach." Alfonz's voice was slightly disguised but with the talk of respect, Alfonz knew he'd get the picture of who spoke to him if he already hadn't by some other means. Now all he could do was hoped the man turned around. At least then, Alfonz would have reason to "defend" himself, and make a scene.
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Apollo Schmidt
Wizard
Known Former Death Eater
Night Shall Reign
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Post by Apollo Schmidt on Sept 1, 2007 12:49:52 GMT -5
Apollo was assigned to the staff table and upon Raynor's entrance he turned slightly his wand raised. He was going to insure he got some action assuming that something happened of course, but as she got closer he noticed more and more that she was most likely not going to risk rather like a dog with it's tail between its legs so was the look of Raynor. While Apollo was watching Raynor approach and hand over his wand he saw a rapid movement on his side of the staff table, the side that held Brady. Apollo moved rapidly to Brady his wand raised to chest level "Back to your seat Brady." Apollo commanded the ex-auror ready to duel the unarmed man until his brains were scrambled and he remembered what was good for him.
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Robert Shaw
Wizard
Criminal
I was a child once, the fear of the world in my eye
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Post by Robert Shaw on Sept 1, 2007 15:29:50 GMT -5
“Perhaps you should check your own feet. They’re sticking out of the shadows.”
A chuckle; no, a laugh was all she would receive, but it was hardly a laugh of pleasure. No it was a laugh of pure but increasingly cold bemusement and mockery. His grey eyes watched as the woman made her next move, and it was again the most predictable simply by the way she'd come into the hall. Her intentions were clear from the beginning, although she was managing nothing more than stunning herself with her own actions, well herself and perhaps the hundred or so gathered to tightly knit.
As she made to hand him her wand he saw and heard three souls move and three souls speak all at once. And yet only one of them did he consdier a true threat to the opperation -- and it ironically wasn't he who went without a wand. With his right hand firmly gripping the wand that lay within the Deputy's fingertips, his own slipped down into his left. "Mr. Schmidt step back to your post. If the man wants to be a wall then let him be a wall. The worst he can do is spit on me," Robert stated as his gray eyes flicked to each man in clear and plain warning. Tamis Raynor may have looked weak, looked beaten and drained, but the fact that she was handing her wand over willingly, that she even managed to retain through her bullheaded, Gryffindor inherited attributes to stand before him told Robert that she was far from what she appeared. This was not to be the breaking straw as he'd planned. And so the battle lines had shifted once again, back in her favor or so it would appear.
Robert recentered his eyes on the woman before him, he would not take the wand until the scene to his right either exploded, or pacified. In truth, he didn't feel all too safe knowing that three very high testosterone levels were all within eachother's bubbles... After all, hybrids like that simply weren't meant to be made.
"Your pride is bleeding all over my floor Tamis and it's making quite the mess..."
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Sienna London
Witch
Known Deva Member
Whatever happened to good, old fashioned brutality?[on:Light in the window...][of:Lights out.]
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Post by Sienna London on Sept 1, 2007 15:42:02 GMT -5
"Oh, leave him be," Sienna called out to Alfonz and Apollo. She had come into earshot of the new development and joined to the side of the dominating side of the Deva. Her cheeks were on high, as if smirking at them all. For a long time she had put her eye on the ex-auror, mostly to save him as a visual joke and to watch what he did, which wasn't much. He was one of the high authorities around, yet he could only sit or stand there helpless unless someone like Raynor came around, which she did. It was something worth laughing about, and when it actually occurred, she actually could take in a snicker.
"You stay by her side, Brady," She goaded him, loving the confusion she must have put aside for him. As for Raynor, well-- she was Shaw's business. There had been no chance she even wanted to analyze Raynor's inane comments.
"Standing by her must make you feel more of a man," She moved by the two professors, contemplating rounding them like a vulture, but instead bumped past them to lean on a table. "Am I right?" She, of course, left it at that as Shaw had the same sort of psychology in mind. If anything, Brady would do her the favor of answering her question and launching her into a show for amusement. Her dark laughter emerged quietly, taking place of her usual condescending smile.
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Post by Devin Brady on Sept 1, 2007 18:09:54 GMT -5
Devin's eyes never left Shaw, not for Alfonz, not for Schmidt, not for the woman questioning whether he felt important enough sitting next to Raynor. But he did allow himself to goad a little it was the least he should recieve, they had surronded him, but attacking him would go against Shaw's command. He of course never wavered though, they weren't worth it, not for either side. If a fight broke out, Shaw gave up his true advantage... fear. Plus Hogwarts put students in danger
His responses, filled the pattern that those had spoken to him. "Ah Mr. Jedynak, the one and only quidditch player, have you learned something about respect? Or is this a guessing game?" He made sure to speak loud enough, because it allowed everyone to know who they were dealing with, as well as putting a black mark on the mans reputation.
"And Mr. Schmidt, why don't you do as master says and train that wand somewhere else, I'd hate for you to be punished. This time he spoke quietly, almost mockingly. This man was of course a time bomb waiting to go off, and when he did there would be no fighting back, no it would be much more fun to allow him to explode. Without a response, the man would lose out, he wouldn't quite recieve what he wished for.
Finally he responded to the woman, she was really the only one trying to get to him. He infact just smiled, eyes still trained on Shaw, but ears ever reverant. "Oh I assure you she makes me feel no more important. In fact less important, but from what I can tell, it still makes me more important then you. A pawn in Shaw's games, thats pretty pathetic. I doubt you all do much, sit and study Shaw's work, I'm suprised to see that even one of you has a day job."
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Celina Jedynak
Ravenclaw
Seventh year
Because it just took time, before a bird's wings could heal again.
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Post by Celina Jedynak on Sept 1, 2007 19:38:22 GMT -5
Given away, all hope lost. Celina's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. The events taking place before her, took all of her breath away. Raynor entered the Hall in no more glory then she stood in now with Shaw having a hold on her wand, and her clothing falling off of her body. But the horror didn't stop at that. Alfonz then saw the same act as Celina, as Professor Brady ran up to the woman's side to aid her, and comfort her it seemed. And then, after everything...the two days of non-stop situation after situation, Alfonz opened his mouth to speak and insulted Brady. Perhaps it was only Celina who thought that Brady knew enough to keep his mouth shut. Perhaps she had really been that naive about the man who she now hated even more than she had. Perhaps people changing was just to much of a wish for her to have actually wished for. And when it came to Brady, his arrogance and superiority complex just never seemed to change....even when he was without any protection. He called Alfonz out. How many other names matched hers, and how many other people in the world were quidditch players? Celina stood up from her bench, her palms white down on the table and her breath stopped. A tear, and then another, traced her jawline as her brother's identity was now revealed to everyone who heard and listened to Brady. How could he? Had he not done enough to her family? But now, when all was almost over....he had to call Alfonz out and ruin everything......he really didn't think of anyone but himself. No wonder his fiancee was killed. It was his fault, and Celina would not give pity, ever, to someone who took joy in destroying the lives of others. Staring directly at Brady, hoping that his eyes met up with hers so that he could hear her every word that she thought....she kept repeating over and over.... It was your fault...and now, you've done it to me.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Sept 1, 2007 19:48:47 GMT -5
A 'leave him be' from one side only made Alfonz shrug. He was about to say something more, but to Sienna rather than Brady when Brady decided to open his mouth. It should have been expected, but for some reason, Alfonz figured that he'd keep the knowledge being given to himself. Obviously, Brady was as much of a coward as Alfonz had thought. Bringing him out of hiding only made Alfonz seem more real in the end, and now that he had a name he was tempted to take off the mask again to show everyone who Alfonz Tytus Jedynak really was. Though, that was a decision that was never given much chance to be thought out.
Celina rose from her seat, and starred down Brady with a death glare that Alfonz had rarely ever seen before in his younger sister. Brady now had more to worry about than just one Jedynak, that was for sure. And Alfonz pitied him. For he had just pissed off the wrong one, and without his own eyes, Alfonz was in no position to calm down his younger sister. Brady would only have to deal with him once or twice in the remainder of his life, whereas Celina could have been the ending factor of it. Alfonz knew this...but no one else knew. Celina was much to docile yet to have the full strength of the Jedynak blood flowing within her. But with the right push.....
Alfonz said nothing and backed off. With his sister's tears, he knew better. He'd never start anything in front of her where it was likely he would not be the victor. A coward move? Possibly. But for Celina, he'd be called anything as long as she was safe. Alfonz did nothing, almost wanting now more than anything for Apollo to go nutters on Brady's arse.
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Post by lizareese on Sept 1, 2007 20:39:20 GMT -5
A constant rotation, hours upon tedious hours of watching children, it was almost disgusting. It was a school she had never once entered, a school she had heard of, but had not attended. The Great Hall, as it seemed to be called by Shaw, was interesting, to say the least. And now, with the constant presence of so many 'outsiders' it was even more interesting, she was quite sure. At first, Elizabeth had not entered the room, she'd been stationed in the Entrance Hall, where she would more easily be able to keep an eye on certain things, but when she had been requested to enter into the room, where it seemed most students had taken to staying, rather than wandering about the free floor, she had quickly taken it.
It was an amazing area, the ceiling was like none she had laid eyes on before, and the dinnerware used for the meals that were provided was beautiful. Glimmering, at least before being splattered with tidbits of food while the children ate, in its own glory of sorts. The expansiveness of the area was something else as well. Elizabeth had not expected the castle to be quite as large as it was; upon hearing it was a castle, she'd scoffed, finding it amusing that a castle would be used for a school, and had not thought it would be as extravagant as it seemed to be. If she had time, she would have loved to explore it, but that was not why she was there, she was there to complete an assignment, one that had intrigued her far more than many things in her life.
Boredom, utter boredom was stretching through her veins, the children, all they seemed to do was talk amongst themselves, eat, and cry. They were close to being worthless, but even she knew in time they would serve their own purposes, whether that time be the next day, or ten years from that particular day.
It was then that she saw a peculiar sight. A woman, dressed in clothing much too large for her body frame entered through the blasted doors, and this woman, whoever she was, had an interesting air to her. She did not seem frightened, she did not seem surprised, she merely entered, as though it was a party taking place, waiting for her.
Raising a curious eyebrow, Elizabeth felt the need to move closer, to hear what was going on. There seemed to be little talking, but enough still that kept the woman interested. The words being used between Shaw, and this woman, had a tone to them, and she could not quite understand it. Commodaritie? Perhaps.
Standing back, not willing to yet join in on the festivities, the dark-haired woman observed. It was indeed intriguing, even to the German native. This woman willingly handed her wand over, as though it were expected. And Shaw, being as strange as he was, expected it almost.
But not only was there the interaction between these particular two, but another man jumped in where he was not wanted. And then, as was expected, two organizational members added their own words into the mix. One of those men, she could not stand with a passion, it had been horrible enough when it was discovered the two lived in the same building, but to now be fighting for a cause together? It was maddening.
The lips on her mouth remained tightly closed, knowing how she'd been requested to speak as little as possible, her thick accent giving off more then enough evidence as to who she was. The request had been abided by, she had remained quite silent through most of the ordeal, though there had been times when she had been forced to speak.
The first man, the one who had rose from his seat in a form of greeting to the woman, he was rash, and somehow familiar. If he were not careful, she was sure either the hot headed, or Jedynak, man would be more than obliging to keep him quiet. It seemed Schmidt had his own dealing with the man, and it seemed the man had dealing with Jedynak.
Quiet observance was all that this called for, at least for the moment. Curiosity was what had called her into this, curiosity to know many things, mostly the mind of Shaw, but curiosity was also what kept her rooted to the spot she had chosen, just behind Jedynak, who she was sure was not pleased with her presence at any of the times, but Shaw had been the one to invite her on this little endeavor, he was the reason she was there.
And he had told her to find if he was a fate-fearing man, she would need to observe a bit more carefully, and to do that, she needed to be in close proximity to watch his movements, to hear what words he had to offer.
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Apollo Schmidt
Wizard
Known Former Death Eater
Night Shall Reign
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Post by Apollo Schmidt on Sept 2, 2007 9:15:00 GMT -5
Shaw told him to return the few short steps to his post and he would have except Brady hit a nerve just as he wanted. "I do not serve him. You know who my master is well enough." He yelled at Brady his temper flaring, if there was one thing Apollo disliked more than being ordered around it was being told someone was in charge of him, there was only one whom could command him and most unfortunately he was not in this world but perhaps he would return? He did before no? Apollo's faceless mask had been irritating him it itched and it never stopped but Apollo had the discipline to ignore it, Beneath the mask his green eyes darted back and forth though only to change views, table, Brady... back to the table...once more to a soon to be corpse.
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Drew Thornton
Ministry of Magic
Auror-in-Training
I didn't do it and you can't prove otherwise...
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Post by Drew Thornton on Sept 2, 2007 13:33:04 GMT -5
Drew watched and listened, but didn't move from his seat. The faceless woman spoke, mocking Brady, and Drew found her voice oddly unnerving, almost like a memory from a bad dream. The group was joined by others and Shaw told them all to stand down, but Brady kept on taunting back. The man was going to get them all into some serious trouble and Drew wasn't sure how a bunch of wandless students would be able to protect themselves.
"Ah Mr. Jedynak, the one and only quidditch player..." Drew's eyes grew big and he sat up straighter, suddenly finding sense in what had happened at the Ravenclaw table on the first night. It had still been creepy, but it had been Alfonz trying to tell his sister it was him. If He had been in that situation, he would probably want to let Allegra know too. Of course, he wouldn't have joined an evil organization that needed to hide their identities while they terrorized people, so maybe it wasn't the same.
Drew wasn't sure why Brady had called Alfonz out like that, but it had obviously upset the Ravengirl. "Celina... sit down..." Drew whispered to her, knowing that the revealed connection could only spell trouble. "You'll just put the both of you in more danger..."
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