Scarlett simply sighed “Why deny such power when it is bestowed
upon us? Can you not see the beauty in the destruct- Oh hello there
Jules, is there a problem? I’m not using it, so there’s no harm”
she chirped, as Astra slithered over. “hello there my precious,
I’ll feed you when dinner’s over, okay? I’ll save some fresh hearts
and blood for you” She spoke in Parseltongue again.
Anthony's eyes widened. "Wait, seriously? It's nothing too bad,
right?" He worried, his voice almost frantic. He knew from personal
experience how dangerous some creatures could be. He frowned at the
thought, blocking off that train of thought. "Was it at least fun,
did you learn lots?"
"Yeah, it was fun. Except for losing my eye, but still." she
mutters the last part under her breath. "Anyway. I learned a lot,
but the downside was since I missed my 6th year, I have to take my
sixth year now instead of seventh." she says, sighing. Holly's eyes
sparkle slightly.
His smile has a grip on me <3
Agent Fallows, signing out~
He only sighed, shaking his head. "I'd prefer if the destruction
stayed outside the Great Hall and away from the rest of the
students." He replied dryly. "No one's dumb enough to try and hex
you on the first day so please put it away. I'll even add in a bag
of rooster blood for Astra if you keep it out of sight for the
night." He bargained, feeling that it was a fair deal to make.
"Oh. I mean, that's kinda dumb because you have to stay in school
longer, but hey. At least you got a new learning experience!"
Anthony said with a little cheer. He would never say it, but he was
actually pretty happy. He'd get to see Holly in school for two more
years. Maybe that was a bit selfish. A thought suddenly struck him,
and the smile dropped. "No bad side effects from my first year...
right?" He didn't exactly name the event, he didn't like to think
back on it. It was bad enough that he'd killed someone, but he had
attacked Holly, and truthfully he was still anxious about any
possible side effects.
Holly smiles. "No, don't worry about it. I had worse injuries after
I decided to take on a rabid hippogriff then our little fight." she
says in a low voice. She flexes her arm, as if remembering the
fight. "That damned creature had claws sharper then iron I swear."
she mutters.
His smile has a grip on me <3
Agent Fallows, signing out~
Anthony winced in sympathy, sucking in a breath of sir. "Ouch." He
lightly picked at his palm, with a heavy breath. "Well, I guess it
maybe helped you had experience fighting a rabid, murderous
creature before." He said with a stiff chuckle.
Holly wrinkled her face. "If you're talking about yourself, I'll
say it again. You aren't a rabid murderous creature." she says,
sounding almost annoyed. She does manage to keep her voice down so
no one else hears her. She scowls for a moment.
His smile has a grip on me <3
Agent Fallows, signing out~
Anthony lightly flinched, grabbing his arms tightly. He honestly
found it hard to see himself as anything else. It wasn't too hard
to find an article or an old law stigmatizing werewolves, and he
could see why. All he really did as a werewolf was hurt. Either
physically or financially, and maybe more. He had killed, he had
hurt, and when he wasn't doing those things he was draining his
parent's funds just to keep his own mind. Tearing himself from his
thoughts, Anthony relaxed his grip on his arms, feeling a dull
throbbing. "Alright." It was a lame response, but he wasn't sure
what else he could say.
Holly looks conflicted. She pulls Anthony into a quick hug.
"Everything will be okay." she whispers in his ear. She moves so
her eyes are staring back into his. For another moment, the
illusion charm fades. It fades enough for Anthony to see the scars
lining her neck, shoulders and arms. And her eyes is a mess. It
appears to have three long claw marks in it. The charm solidifies
again.
His smile has a grip on me <3
Agent Fallows, signing out~
Anthony leaned into the short hug, feeling rather conflicted. Over
course his emotions somewhat straightened out as her charm faded,
exposing all the scars. His eyes widened in terror as he moved
closer. "You seriously call that fine! Your eye!" He hissed, his
voice a sharp whisper.
Scarlett tilted her head threateningly, but grudgingly agreed.
“Okay....” she muttered, still unhappy about it. “You speak
parseltongue too?” She asked curiously, once again in parseltongue.
Meanwhile, Astra, who had gone exploring, came back with
interesting news, of Aurora and Anthony talking in hushed whispers.
"You're cute if you think hissing at me will make me change my
mind." Jules shook his head with a smile. "Anyways, I'll give you
the blood tomorrow morning at breakfast. Is there any specific type
of blood that Astra likes?" He genuinely seemed like he didn't
understand what Scarlett was saying, an act perfected over the many
many years of hiding his knowledge of the rare language
Suvansh looked around the great hall, looking out for any troubles.
He spots Scarlet, but sees Jules approach her. He was sure Jules
could handle her whatsoever, but still kept a sharp eye, even
though he could not hear anything over the crowd of the chattering
students. He wasn't sure what exactly would be the reason of
McGonagall calling her, but he could guess. Being a Lestrange, and
having the strange aura and personality she had, anyone could guess
what she could do and what not. (Being a little stereotypical right
now, even if it's actually true)
“My dear, I’m young, not stupid. I spoke to Astra in parseltongue,
you couldn’t have known unless you too, speak the language.”
Scarlett practically purred, a hint of malice in her voice. She
glanced over to Aurora’s little secret chit chat. She wouldn’t
invade their privacy, she was just.....well interested? She wasn’t
sure if that was the right word, but if Aurora did read her mind,
she hoped that Aurora would get the message that she wasn’t
snooping.
His smile grew tighter but outside of that, he didn't show any
other signs of backing down. "And I myself am quite experienced
with the care of creatures. Granted, most of them are magical in
nature however I simply applied what I know of Basilisks,
Runspoors, Horned Serpents, and Ashwinders to your serpentine
friend. I genuinely don't know what you told Astra. I apologize if
I got your hopes up, but I'm not a Parselmouth." He explained
patiently. One only had to check Jules' timetable to indeed see
that he had a class of Care of Magical Creatures written in it. One
could also logically assume both from his personality and his track
record that he would be taking a N.E.W.T. in that subject, only
strengthening his bluff.
“Astra is a basilisk, not some common snake. My temper is rather
high now, so I suggest you go away and leave me and Astra be unless
you want the Cruciatus curse used on you.” This was partially true,
as she succeeded fifty percent of the time. She always had buried
anger, hatred, so she could technically hex him....but on the other
hand...... Scarlett spoke in English this time, before walking off,
leaving to meet the Headmistress. Her bookmark fluttered to the
ground, and on it were written a spell......MORSMORDE.....
Stiffening at that admission and the threat, Jules' hand went
immediately to his wand, ready to draw it out at a moment's notice
to protect himself and those around him. That tension was quickly
dispelled however when Scarlett chose to walk away. Letting out a
sigh, he worked instead on soothing the students who witnessed the
exchange, assueingg them that everything was fine. As he was about
to leave for his own seat, he noticed that on the floor, there was
a bookmark, inconspicuous but evidently belonging to someone as it
hadn't been there a moment ago. Picking it up, he examined it for
any signs of ownership, only to be meet with a familiar spell, one
that he had never wanted to encounter within the halls of his
sanctuary. it was almost mocking him, the incantation written upon
the fabric, even as he hastily tucked it into his robe and hurried
to his table face pale and gaunt, the words seared itself into his
skin through the fabric. He was intimately familiar with the
calling card of the death eaters, how could he not when he was been
born and raised in a pureblood household with no love of muggles
and a history of Slytherin sortings? It had been one of the
earliest charms taught to him, his parents unspoken wish for him to
be the loyal death eater that would propell their family into
Voldemort's good graces. Evidently that plan fell through but
regardless of the outcome, the unwanted memories associated with
the particular spell were unpleasant and intrusive at best, visible
to anyone who looked hard enough as he sat down heavily at the
Hufflepuff table
Jason sits at the gryffindor table, thinking about all the new
things he had bought at the weasley wizard wheezes and then
remembers with a jerk that his friend malcolm was a prefect now. He
waves at Malcolm and grins at Suvansh who was the seeker of the
gryffindor quidditch team and also the head boy this year. He turns
red as he realizes Suvi is looking at Aurora, his girlfriend. Jason
remembers that things had been tough between them last year, as he
had read Suvi's mind.
Malcolm waves back at Jason and smiles. He was glad to have a
friend like him although he always caught the quaffle and their
seeker was an unbeatable flier. he thinks about the new curses he
had learnt and decides to tell jason about it, but later.
Scarlett scoffs, and her eyes narrow, she wills McGonagall to speak
faster and get it over and done with, to stop laying on the “fake
sympathy.” She hurriedly murmurs something like a string of Russian
curses, upon seeing Jules pick up the bookmark. She was already
stereotyped enough, having to deal with “weird personality” “dark”
“murderous intents” “Evil” “Lestrange” “Slytherin” and the likes of
that. Now Jules just had to go pick up that dratted bookmark.
Although....Scarlett grinned, a evil, haunting look on her face.
She enjoyed seeing Jules look so disturbed. It was what he deserved
for being so nosy. “You better watch out....Jules” She waved her
wand, to create an illusion, just for dear Jules.