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Harry Potter Roleplay 7
Because the other...
Because the other one is getting kind of long, even with the pages.
Also, TNÖ and Mary, I'm sorry if I got a little testy over on the other thread. It's not really your fault that the Hogwarts characters have got left behind a little - we have to keep playing them ourselves. I just have to find a way to bring us back.
Okay, then? Continue, please.
submitted by Lena
(June 14, 2009 - 5:14 pm)
(June 14, 2009 - 5:14 pm)
((Hope you're enjoying Costa Rica, and Voldy is awesome...))
Wolfbar couldn't sleep. Oliver's ragged breathing in the bed adjacent to his was loud and disturbing, somehow making him uneasy. He kept imagining those gleaming red eyes peering out of the darkness. Shuddering, he got up to open the window, hoping that the fresh air would help him sleep a bit better.
He fumbled with the lock on the window and found it immobile. Is it my fingers or did she purposely jinx all the windows? he wondered blearily. He pulled out his wand- he slept with it tucked in his robes, now, he was getting so paranoid of this place- and muttered a charm. Ineffective. She was trying to lock them all in, then. "I hate her," he muttered, moving back to his bed.
As he drifted in and out of wakefulness, frightening images danced in and out of his mind. Bellatrix, cutting off her own hand... Oliver terrified looks... Belinda's tears... and most of all those eerie, ever-present eyes. They seemed to be in all his dreams, and imagined during waking moments, watching him, always there.
((I just wrote a summer project book report on HP... I hope the teacher didn't think my thoughts on the villains were abnormal...))
(June 20, 2009 - 5:29 pm)
Did anyone notice that I posted at the very end of Roleplay 9?
(June 20, 2009 - 4:46 pm)
You did great, Holly - I'm pretty new to this kind of thing too, but I'm enjoying it so far.
"The Room of Requirement? How did it get here?" Rose asked. "I thought it had been destroyed!"
"I'm not really sure, but maybe, if it only appears when you need it, and someone needs it bad enough - "
"It could survive a fire! Right, that makes sense," Rose blushed at the realization that she had finished Holly's sentence, but Holly didn't seem to notice. She had a look of deep thought written on her face.
"Why, though? Why us? I don't really need anything... do you?
"Well, not really. There's a bit of information I've been hoping to get, but I don't see how it could be here - it's not the kind that can be found in books. The only way to find out is to go in, though."
"What do you need to know?" asked Holly.
Rose hesitated. She had avoided telling anyone her secret so far, but if she had to tell someone, it would be Holly. And at some point in time, everyone was bound to find out anyway...
"You know all those students who're missing? Well, I think they might have been kidnapped. And I want to go after them. But first, I'd have to find out how to get out - I don't know any of the secret passageways. And it wouldn't hurt to find out where they are."
"Are you sure about this, Rose? They might have just run away..."
"That's what I thought too, at first. But there are Slytherins as well as Gryffindors missing. Why would they leave together of their own free will?"
"I don't know. Let's just go inside." And they entered the Room of Requirement. In the middle was a huge crystal ball.
(June 21, 2009 - 10:18 am)
((Off Topic: Today we went ziplining in the jungle and got a crazy 'drenaline rush. On Topic: Chloe, I did notice, but I'm afraid I haven't the faintest idea of who the voice could belong to. Help? and I will post as Felicitas! Soon! But not tonight!))
//Belinda's POV//
Try as I might, I couldn't manage to sleep. My room seemed at once to be too warm and too cold, and the scraps of conversation I'd overheard earlier were whizzing around in my mind. Open attack out of the question... The Malfoys... Lucius... Won't say... A few, one or two... have to be stealthy...
With a groan I rolled out onto the floor, and stole out into the hallway. I made my way to the entry door, hoping a bit of fresh air and a walk would clear my head and let me get some sleep, finally.
No such luck. I opened the door, trying to be as quiet as possible, and caught a glimpse of pale skin and red eyes, then a sting of pain as I was slammed back up against the wall. I grunted and crashed into an overgrown, weedy flower bed.
The Dark Lord swore. "What are you doing here?" he hissed, his wand trained at a spot just between my eyes.
"I- I was going to take a walk. I didn't know you were out here..." I trailed off, my heart slamming in my chest.
"Oh..." he lowered his wand and cocked his head slightly.
"I'm sorry, I'll go," I said hastily, and moved towards the door. He seemed uncharacteristically preoccupied, and I wanted to get away before he decided I was too much of a nuisance and just killed me.
I was nearly safely inside when he asked, cooly, "Out of curiosity, why are you here?"
I froze. "What?"
Glancing over my shoulder I saw him wave a long-fingered hand in the air. "Here. With... her. Instead of at the school."
"I ran away. Got tired of the anti-Dark Magic views and whatnot." Can I go now, please? I added silently, though he probably heard anyway.
"Seems an odd choice, running to arguably the most wanted witch in the country," he mused, not seeming to expect an answer. I hardly dared to breathe. "She's fond of you, you know."
"No, she isn't," I said before I could stop myself. "She hates everyone, except you."
He shrugged. "She's... Ever since her cousin died she's been a bit odd about showing affection to anyone." His voice was odd, almost as if he were being strangled. "But she is fond of you."
"Right," I said. "G'night." I scrambled back up to my room and locked the door, panting from the terror coursing through my veins.
(June 21, 2009 - 10:33 pm)
((Holly, Ima, Chloe, etc., do you want me to post as James?))
Wolfbar must have been sleeping lightly, because he was awakened by the click of a lock and sat up with a start.
He glanced at the door- still closed- and Oliver's bed. His roommate seemed to be sleeping soundly, and he decided it was just his imagination. There were beads of sweat on his forehead and the sheets were twisted, so his anxiety was probably the result of a bad dream. The bad dream was probably a result of being locked in the same house as Lord Voldemort.
Untangling himself from the sheets, he walked over to the basin in the corner to splash some water on his face. Glancing out the window, he glimpsed something moving in the courtyard. As the clouds surrounding the moon shifted position, he recognized the shadowy figure of the Dark Lord. As he watched, the figure put a hand to his forehead, as though contemplating some heavy thought. Frozen, Wolfbar's gaze remained fixed on the cloaked silhouette until he jerked himself away and stumbled back to bed, his confusion only worsened.
((How long are they going to bide their time, and should they try to summon a few more Death Eaters?))
(June 22, 2009 - 12:10 pm)
((Uh... I thought I had been asking you to post as James? It's okay - never mind. I'm in a snippy mood today.))
(June 22, 2009 - 5:11 pm)
((I don't think they'll wait much longer. I'd like to have them summon a Death Eater or two- or try, anyway- what do you think?))
(June 22, 2009 - 5:58 pm)
One look at the Dark Lord that morning as he slipped into the kitchen, and Bellatrix knew he hadn't slept at all the previous night. A slight crease between his eyes, almost invisible shadows below his eyes- signs she knew very well.
"Morning," she said quietly, not expecting an answer. He merely grunted, and, encouraged by his lack of hostility, Bellatrix slid into a seat across from him. She leaned on her forearms, looking up at him through her eyelashes curiously. "You know..." the Death Eater found she couldn't find the words to finish the sentence.
The Dark Lord stared at her, an odd expression on his face. "Yes?"
"We... You've really got nothing to lose if you try summoning the Death Eaters. Even if no one comes, you'll be no worse off than you are now." She raised her eyebrows slightly.
"True. Why do you bring it up?"
Bellatrix shrugged a little. "Just thought you might want more than me, a mook, my... protégé, and a liability, is all."
"So she's your protégé, now, is she?" he muttered, frowning a bit.
"For lack of a better word." The Death Eater extended her left arm. "You want to try?"
The Dark Lord considered a moment, then reached out almost casually, nudged back the Death Eater's sleeve, and pressed two fingers to the Dark Mark, which immediately burned black. Bellatrix grimaced a bit.
"And now we wait, I suppose," he said quietly, staring fixedly at Bellatrix's upturned palm.
((Question, Mary; is it OK if Draco shows up? He's the only DE I can think of who would be... y'know... of any use to Voldy. And we know he's out of Azkaban because Harry and Ron saw him in the DH epilogue...))
(June 22, 2009 - 9:59 pm)
((Oh, sorry. Forced to attend resident camp for the last WEEK! *faints* *is revived* Phew. Also I was a bit confused about the 8, 9, ... 7? Isn't it the tenth RP? Oh, never mind, TNO (umlaut) already mentioned it. So, any open characters/characters for rent?))
(June 22, 2009 - 6:46 pm)
((Yeah, it is. My mistake. And as for open characters, you're welcome to make up your own! And if you don't mind, could you try having that character interact with me a little?))
(June 23, 2009 - 7:30 am)
((@ TNO (umlaut) Draco would be terrific, I can't really think of anyone else either, but does he actually have the Dark Mark?
Also, a) what is a mook? (wasn't in the dictionary) and b) is Wolfbar the mook or the liability, out of interest?
@ Lena: What is James up to right now?))
Wolfbar ambled into the kitchen to find Bellatrix and Voldemort seated at the table, the latter staring intently at Bellatrix's hand. There were a few comments here that Wolfbar could have made, but he wasn't entirely stupid, so he just raised his eyebrows and poured a glass of water for himself.
Voldemort jerked his gaze away as though it hurt his eyes, and Bellatrix looked up. "Oh... it's you."
Was she expecting someone a bit more interesting? Wolfbar wondered, once again forgetting the Legillimins and taking a sip of water.
"As a matter of fact, we were," Voldemort said lazily, "though I wouldn't dare to hope this early." He paused a moment, head tilted, as a series of interesting expressions passed across Wolfbar's face, and then continued, "We've used the Dark Mark to see how many of my..." He broke off, apparently not sure how to phrase it, "...how many Death Eaters are still loyal and would care to return."
"Oh," he said quietly, while secretly reflecting that this didn't say much for Bellatrix's ability, or, for that matter, his own. "What will you do if- when they come?"
Voldemort's look was so sharp that Wolfbar flinched. "If that was any of your business, boy, then you would know."
(June 23, 2009 - 2:36 pm)
((Sorry again about that other post. *is not as snippy and is embarrassed of having been snippy* But I don't know what James is up to... you're doing him. I wouldn't know.))
(June 23, 2009 - 5:09 pm)
((Yeah, Draco has a Dark Mark, a "mook" is an expendable "human resource" (as it were) used by villains, and Wolfbar's the mook. Oliver's the liability 'cause he, you know, hates them, but they can't just kill him because of Belinda. Also, Yay! Draco! *hugs*))
Draco felt the stinging heat as he was leaving the Ministry. He stopped dead, halfway across the Atrium, temporarily frozen by the unmistakable burn of his Dark Mark. A moment later some underling bumped him, and the muttered apology snapped him back to his senses.
Lestrange Manor... So, his crazy aunt was still around and had managed to bring the Dark Lord back, after all. Perhaps her theories had some weight to them after all. Regardless...
He hesitated slightly in front of the great fireplace, then, with a half-terrified, half-exhilarated look on his face, he turned on the spot and reappeared on the grounds of the old, dilapidated mansion. Draco wormed his way through the many protective enchantments, mentally cursing his aunt's paranoia, and arrived at the door. It opened at a touch; he suspected that he had the Dark Mark to thank for that.
After a brief moment to orient himself, Draco slipped through the corridors, listening intently. He heard voices and followed them swiftly to the kitchen.
He opened the door to find the Dark Lord glaring ferociously at a young man who cowered by the sink; Bellatrix, looking no more than about thirty, sat across from the Dark Lord, her attention diverted by the creak of the door.
Her face split into an enormous grin as she caught sight of her nephew standing in the doorway. "Draco, darling, you came after all," she said, sounding truly delighted, and swept across the room to drag him into the room. The Dark Lord turned and inclined his head very slightly.
"Er... Yes." He shifted uncomfortably.
"Oh," she added, shoving him into a chair. "And that's Wolfbar."
((gotta go, my flight's boarding))
(June 23, 2009 - 5:39 pm)
((Wolfbar is now a 'mook'... great.
When did Draco get the Dark Mark?))
"Yes," Wolfbar muttered through gritted teeth. "I'm Wolfbar." Why did she treat all the other underlings like they were all that and yet detest him?
Draco appeared edgy, unsure as to where he was supposed to look. The expression on his face was indistinguishable between one he might have had as his bullyish but inwardly cowardly boy self, though he was now a Ministry official with a son of his own.
As though purposely trying to make matters worse, Belinda waltzed into the kitchen at that moment, Oliver trailing behind her. Wolfbar relished how surprised she looked to see the fair-haired, snide-featured man sitting awkwardly at the kitchen table.
Belinda made some surprised gestures with her hands, as though to say Er... what? Bellatrx ignored her and instead smiled shakily. "Well," she said, a bit unsurely, "I suppose that's everyone, then."
((Lena, I will dig throug old posts later and check on James' status. Dinner now, though...))
(June 24, 2009 - 5:18 pm)
((At least, that's the way Voldy and Bella think of him. He doesn't necessarily have to BE the mook. And Draco got the Dark Mark sometime during HBP; we know he was a Death Eater (and therefore branded) because Voldy had ordered him to kill Dumbledore... We never see the DM but it's implied.))
"Mm," muttered the Dark Lord, frowning slightly at her. He steepled the tips of his fingers together, seeming deep in thought. A moment later he rose swiftly and strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Draco raised his eyebrows questioningly at his aunt. Bellatrix shrugged in return and sat once more.
"What's going on?" asked Belinda, looking from Draco to Bellatrix to the door and back again.
Bellatrix sighed. "Can't be sure, really," she said mildly. "He'll spend the next few hours pacing in a dusty room somewhere- probably in the basement- and then reappear suddenly behind one of us when we least expect it..."
"At which point he'll reveal his minutely detailed, deranged plan," Draco finished with a firm nod. "In the meantime..." he glanced at Bellatrix again. "Are your cupboards as sparse as they were twenty years ago?"
"Still think with your stomach, do you?" she replied. "You can eat whatever you find." She stood to go, saying over her shoulder, "I'll be in the library."
Draco stood, too, and began to systematically search the kitchen. "Apples... apples... questionable bread..." he sighed, and continued to mutter inaudibly for a while before emerging with bread, cheese, and an orange. He flopped back into a chair as he began to peel the orange, scrutinizing the others with an intensity that reminded Wolfbar strongly of Bellatrix.
"So," he said after a moment. "How'd she manage it?"
(June 24, 2009 - 7:48 pm)