The Drug You Can't Deny (Selective Role Play) (ROLE PLAY OF THE MONTH JULY 2009)

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Adam Waybecker	The Drug You Can't Deny (Selective Role Play) (ROLE PLAY OF THE MONTH JULY 2009)		Lead	[-]
Posts: 18 06/07/09 2:42 AM Slytherin 2nd Year Awards	Tags : None Adam Waybecker: solemn solitary figure, waiting to prey on others, or humorous good-natured joker, looking for an innocent other to be the butt of his unfortunate joke. Many had trouble understanding Adam, as he was a multi-faceted person. He put on a fake persona around the public, one that made him be extremely rude, obnoxious, and well, pureblood. However, once he was with his friends, who were usually contained to, but not limited, Aro Pelletier and Akiva Dragomir. They had been his friends long before they had come to Hogwarts, but through pureblood relations. Once at Hogwarts, the three of them were able to wreak havoc in every way possible, being the not so nice pranksters. It was on that dreadful afternoon (for a meeting in the dungeons only meant one thing: it was awfully rainy outside) when Adam came up with a brilliant plan - one that would probably end in tears for more than one person. It would take the efforts of all three of them to come up with a scheme behind the idea, but Adam knew that he would succeed in the next dastardly deed. After all, he was a Waybecker, and Waybeckers knew best about... everything! He enjoyed thinking about how all the relationships in Hogwarts would disravel and diminish. Devilish? No, Adam merely gave people a reality check. He was busy scheming in his own world to have forgotten that the dungeon classrooms were somewhat popular with other students, particularly the older years. He had been in some rather uncomfortable situations where he had walked into a classroom, suspecting it to be empty, and catching two older years snogging and doing other unspeakables. After witnessing events like these, he always made sure to knock twice before entering the room. His twelve-year-old brain could only handle so much, and seeing older years snogging made him blush profusely, though his pale skin did not always show that. One particular incident involved him and Akiva, who had been walking to one of the old dungeon classrooms. As they entered, they saw Esme Pelletier and another boy rather close together. Adam, who had always harbored a bit of a crush for Esme, walked away as quickly as possible, leaving Akiva to stammer himself an excuse. It was rather funny in retrospect, though Adam wished he could have been the boy close to Esme. As the winds picked up outside, the drafts came through the old corridors of the dungeons, which always were a few degrees colder than the rest of the castle. He put on his cloak to warm up, though he wasn't entirely ready to go to the common room. He heard a rapping at the door and didn't fully respond, in hopes that he would be in insolation, unless it was Esme, and her company was completely welcome at any time. Last Edited By: Joseph Witchard 08/04/09 8:17 PM. Edited 1 time.
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Chase Cornelius Yorke		#1	[url]	[-]
Posts: 13 06/07/09 2:29 PM Slytherin 3rd Year Awards	If there was something Chase Cornelius Yorke could not get enough of, it was attention. With someone, anyone, looking at him, Chase's dominance was reaffirmed. He revelled in the constant crowd of eyes that watched his every move when he walked the halls of Hogwarts. After all, there was barely a witch or wizard in the building that didn't know his name. The Yorkes were notorious. They were gloriously rich and unstoppably powerful, and everyone knew about their exploits. He remembered the very first time he'd gotten a taste of fame. It was on his first day at Hogwarts. During the Sorting Ceremony, when his name was called, he'd smirked and strutted up to the Sorting Hat as the Great Hall filled with whispers. When Slytherin was deemed the house for him, the uproarious applause from his house's table, accompanied with the disgusted murmurs and the few selective boos from the other houses was enough to fill his head and heart with pride. He never understood why his older brother Brody hated it all. Chase found it exhilarating. The feeling of power and supremacy that came with an older student moving out of his way in the hall could not be topped by much. But Brody kept his head down and moved quickly through the building, trying to avoid the whole thing. That kind of behaviour was disgraceful to Chase. He believed that as a Yorke, one should never show anything less than complete and total pride in the family name. But Brody acted as if he was ashamed to be a Yorke. Chase found that simply unbelievable. In his opinion, there was nothing greater in the world than being a Yorke. That day had been a particularly wonderful for Chase. Though the rain had kept the students inside, Chase had managed to clear out half of the Slytherin table without doing anything that breakfast. He'd sauntered in, his posse in tow, and simply stared at a group of first years until they ran off, eyes wide with fear. Chase, rather pleased with himself, had enjoyed breakfast that much more because of it. After his successful morning, Chase had retired to the dungeons for an afternoon of plotting. It had been too long since Chase had ruined someone's life, and he was getting antsy to cause trouble. He had many enemies, and it was about time one of them got what was coming to them. Nobody messed with a Yorke and got away with it - ever. Chase had made his way his normal scheming location, where he would often meet with other Slytherin acquaintances who would help him complete his desired goals. To his surprise, the door was almost completely closed. It was normal for Chase to walk into a room without knocking - he was a Yorke after all. Yorkes didn't have to knock. But one too many times had he walked in on things he did not want to see. He'd learned his lesson, and though it pained him to knock, as if he cared about the privacy of others, he didn't want to see anything like that again. He sighed and rapped on the door. When nobody answered, he knocked even louder. Finally, he pushed open the door. If there were older students snogging in there, they had been sufficiently warned. Instead of snogging teens, he found a lone Slytherin boy, who looked to be about a year younger than himself. "Well isn't that a relief," he remarked, smirking and crossing his arms. "I thought you were going to be that Slytherin traitor who I caught sucking face with a Hufflepuff the other day. Despicable." I'll take off my clothes, and it will be shameless, cause everyone knows that's how you get famous
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Trystan De Lusignan		#2	[url]	[-]
Posts: 20 06/11/09 10:34 PM Slytherin 5th Year Awards	It had been a picture perfect day for Trystan. Rainy days were his favroite. It usually meant that the students were inside and that meant that it was less work to hunt down some of the younger muggle-borns so he could teach them proper manners. Trystan had not been let down and managed to catch a first year Gryffindor. Of course, the boy had been scared beyond belief. Trystan was one of the most outspoken students in the school on the subject of blood purity. He was well known for his ruthless dealings with the younger non pure bloods. The hours of enjoyment had passed far too quickly for Trystan's liking and even thuough he was still riding high from afternoon with the Gryffindor, Trystan was becoming bored. As Trystan descended towards the dungeon classrooms, his thoughts drifted to Aimee. It would only be a matter of time before the girl was wrapped around his little finger. The thought excited him and he couldn't wait until she was ready to be presented to his family. It was true that she needed a bit of work but in time, she would be perfect. Trystan glanced down at the journal that was tucked beneath his arm. It held his thoughts, plans, dreams, and even some of his past exploits. many of which were already stories being told around the school. Trystan would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy the certain amount of infamy he'd gained since arriving at the school. A lot of the younger students tended to fear him and with that fear, came power. "Well isn't that a relief," he remarked, smirking and crossing his arms. "I thought you were going to be that Slytherin traitor who I caught sucking face with a Hufflepuff the other day. Despicable." "Kine," Trystan said in his heavy French accent as he pushed his way passed the Yorke boy and moved into the room. Ah, the Yorke's. Trystan had much respect for that family. The fear and respect they commanded was near the level of his own. Of course, Trystan would never admit to any other family holding more esteem in the wizarding world than the de Lusignans. "Gabriel Kine," he continued. "I've found him snogging that Hufflepuff on more than one occasion. Despicable, indeed," Trystan said with a nod as he took a seat at near-by desk, placing his journal and supplies in front of him. It was a moment before Trystan noticed the other person in the room. A solemn, sulky figure that appeared to be deep in thought. As usual, Trystan recognized teh person immediately as Adam Waybecker. The older Slytherin made a habit of knowing as much as possible about his classmates, especially those that he shared a house with. Holding to the Slytherin tradition, Adam seemed to be a schemer. Trystan didn't know the boy personally, nor did he really care to. At best, Waybecker was inconsequential and not worth Trystan's time. "Make anyone cry today, Yorke?" Trystan asked, casting a glance towards Waybecker. Trystan had learned a long time ago that you should never take your eyes off of anyone for too long. If Waybecker tried anything, Trystan wanted to be prepared for it. There had been no provocation but Trystan also knew that meant nothing. If Trystan had been in his place, he probably would have hexed the boy for simply walking in and not formally introducing himself. After all, that was just rude. With a sigh, Trystan turned towards the brooding figure. "Trystan de Lusignan," he introduced himself, giving a slight bow. "Adam Waybecker, correct?" He asked, not attempting to play up the politeness.
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Adam Waybecker		#3	[url]	[-]
Posts: 18 06/12/09 3:23 AM Slytherin 2nd Year Awards	Adam's stomach fluttered a bit with nervousness as the door opened and another person came into the dungeon he happened to be spending time in. Hoping it wasn't someone with a motive to create mischief, though Adam was always up to some sort of scheme, he looked up, only to see that it was Chase Yorke. Adam had never been formally introduced to the boy that was only a year older than himself, however, the Yorke family had a prestigious reputation. Adam knew well enough not to get on this boy's bad side, because his anger tended to get the better of him. Perhaps it was not only that, but the fact that he never took crap from anyone. Adam preferred to be on the better side of his fellow Slytherins, though he could care less for those in other houses. "Well isn't that a relief," he remarked, smirking and crossing his arms. "I thought you were going to be that Slytherin traitor who I caught sucking face with a Hufflepuff the other day. Despicable." It took Adam a little while to understand what situation the third year was speaking of. There were many instances where a Slytherin, who were supposedly honorable, had betrayed their house by creating relations with other students that were quite detestable. Adam's own brother, Pete Waybecker, who had long graduated and left Hogwarts, had been one such person. He had dated a certain Hufflepuff, and the two of them went off and created a life of their own away from the harsh influences of Adam's father. It was because of these actions that Pete was disowned from the family. Adam had only been a few years old when this all happened, and he had never been close to his brother, so not seeing him around didn't bother him in the slightest. Since he turned out like he was bred to, he supposed his father would be proud of him. "Gabriel Kine," he continued. "I've found him snogging that Hufflepuff on more than one occasion. Despicable, indeed," Trystan said with a nod as he took a seat at near-by desk, placing his journal and supplies in front of him. Adam turned his head as another student came into the dungeon. Trystan De Lusignan, the Slytherin prefect, had always been a dominant male figure to the Slytherin younger years. Adam rarely looked up to older years, but he was one of the few that he wouldn't mind being compared to. That being said, Adam had a feeling that Trystan did not share the same sentiments. Adam was not very sociable when it came to speaking to older years, though he was quite obnoxious when speaking with others in his year, including Kira Dragomir, Akiva's twin sister, and Aro Pelletier. "Trystan de Lusignan," he introduced himself, giving a slight bow. "Adam Waybecker, correct?" He asked, not attempting to play up the politeness. Had Adam been looking away from the older year, he would have raised an eyebrow at the question. No, idiot, my name is Adarian Ackland, pathetic Slytherin reject. "Yes, Adam Waybecker, though the question need not have been asked." Adam kept a small taut smirk on his face, playing up his younger innocence. As Adam turned to Chase Yorke, he was unsure of what to call him. "I must agree with you, as my own blood traitor brother was similar to this Gabriel Kine. He must already know that he is virtually exiled from Slytherin."
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Posts: 45 06/12/09 11:47 PM Andrei Arnaut Slytherin 4th Year Awards	Today was going to be a fun day, Andrei thought. Everyone was inside, as it was raining profusely. He smiled as he thought of all the kids he could torment today. Hurting people was probably his favorite pass time. He only wished he could do more. He wished that he knew the killing curse, and could use it on all the pathetic people out there. According to him, the world was only meant for pureblood wizards. And people who were not of that kind, or who were disgusting like Andrei's cousin, did not deserve to live. As Andrei walked to the dungeons, he thought about his Anti-Revolution organization. He , just that day, had come up with a name. The Damyan, he called it. It was Bulgarian, meaning, "to kill." He was to be the Chavdar, or leader of the group. And now he was off to find members, and maybe jinx a kid or two on the way. "Yes, Adam Waybecker, though the question need not have been asked. I must agree with you, as my own blood traitor brother was similar to this Gabriel Kine. He must already know that he is virtually exiled from Slytherin." Andrei turned to face the classroom from which the talking had come from. It seemed that this Adam Waybecker was a Slytherin. And maybe Andrei could convince him to join. He walked in not really bothering to knock. He was pretty sure there was no one snogging in there. If there had been, he would have heard it with his very acute hearing. Upon entering, he saw three Slytherin guys. Two of them seemed to be younger then Andrei, and another, older by just a year. And from the few years he's lived in England, he could only recognise one of them. The guy was from a family Andrei respected very highly, the Yorke family. Though he did not know anyone else in the room. "Vell, hello guys," Andrei said. He was not one to beat around the bush, so he decided to get to the point. He did not have to worry. If a Yorke was there, then Andrei was sure that they're were no blood traitors here. "Have any of you heard of the Revolution? If not, it is an organization that is idiotically attempting to stop the Seven. I myself vink it is stupid. Vat are your opinions? He did not mention the Damyan though, just in case one of them was in favor of the Revolution. Though he would not ever understand why a Slytherin would ever be against the Seven. In fact, he could not understand why anybody was against the Seven. Last Edited By: Andrei 06/13/09 4:53 AM. Edited 4 times.
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Chase Cornelius Yorke		#5	[url]	[-]
Posts: 13 06/14/09 1:58 PM Slytherin 3rd Year Awards	As the sound of a heavy French accent filled the room, Chase turned around just in time to see a boy from his house breeze past him. He had to admit that he was slightly insulted that the boy had the audacity to push past him in such a way. His face twisted momentarily into a snarl, but before anyone could possibly have noticed, his trademark subtle smirk had replaced it. That did not stop him, however, from sizing up the new addition to the room. He was a very thin boy with short blond hair and a pale complexion. He stood only slightly taller than Chase himself, though size was never an issue to Chase. He had made even the tallest, toughest-looking Gryffindor take the long way to class just to avoid him. Though Chase recognized the boy who had just entered, he could not remember his name. It wasn't in his character to memorize the names of anyone. The only important name was his own. "Make anyone cry today, Yorke?" Chase's smirk grew at the question. So the boy knew him. Well, of course he did. Who didn't? He should have been used to it, but every instance in which someone knew his name without asking still filled Chase with pleasure. "I did my utmost," Chase replied, exploring the deepest depths of his vocabulary, with he took a few steps closer to the two boys. He had been taught by his father over and over that in order to appear as dominant as possible, one must always maintain an image of intelligence and superiority in all aspects, including language. Vocabulary had been drilled into him as a child, and he was constantly trying to improve. "No tears, I regret to inform. Though I did clear the table of a few first years. I would call that a small success." "Trystan de Lusignan," he introduced himself, giving a slight bow. "Adam Waybecker, correct?" So he was finally able to place names with faces. Of course, Chase had heard of both the de Lusignans and the Waybeckers. His father often name-dropped during family dinners, and Chase recognized both of those surnames. His father had expressed pity for the Waybeckers, as a certain member of the family, that Chase could only assume was Adam's brother, had run off with a less worthy girl. It had happened long before Chase could remember, of course, but it was brought up from time to time. Chase felt no pity for Adam. He knew from experience that the only way to combat a negative image created by a traitorous sibling was to make yourself as well-known as possible, and then bring honour to your name by upholding the family values. Chase, after all, was unfortunately related to one of the most disgraceful human beings ever born. From what he had heard about Adam, he was doing his duties in that respect. His father had expressed admiration for the boy who seemed to be regaining his family's glory. Chase's father had always liked the Waybeckers. The de Lusignans were a family that his father both hated and loved. His father always admitted that the French family was very respectable, though he had been skeptical of them at first. He did not trust foreign families that gained influence, as he always suspected that they were after the Yorke family's power. He eventually let go of his prejudices, as he usually did after unwrapping their true motives. He always maintained that they were to be appreciated for their accomplishments. In fact, his father had at one point been so impressed with the de Lusignans that he had considered approaching them in regards to an eventual union between one of their children and Chase's sister Kendall. Chase's mother had put a hold on that plan, as Kendall had been very young at the time, and she wanted to keep their options open until they could decide on a family that had power, influence and wealth that could endure for generations. "I must agree with you, as my own blood traitor brother was similar to this Gabriel Kine. He must already know that he is virtually exiled from Slytherin." "Yes, well. It's no real loss to this noble house. He was a half-breed, anyways, or so I heard. Filthy Muggle mother, apparently," replied Chase, connecting the Kine name to the face he'd seen that day in the dungeon. "We all have disgraceful branches on our family tree," he continued, in reference to both his brother and Pete Waybecker. He knew that if the branches didn't eventually blossom, they needed to be cut off. This was implied by his statement, it needed no verbalization. As he finished, another body entered. The dungeon room was becoming too crowded for his liking. Chase folded his arms and gave the new boy a short glare before his smirk returned. This new addition mentioned something about the Revolution. Chase had heard of it, though he hadn't paid attention to it much. What would a group of school children be able to do against such a powerful group of wizards? Nothing. The Seven was invincible. Though Chase wondered, if they were as amazing as his father claimed they were, why there were still Mudbloods, Muggles and filthy Half-bloods running rampant around the wizarding world. "Foolishness," Chase simply replied. "I don't know what they believe they can accomplish." Chase raised an eyebrow at the foreign boy. "And you are...?" he asked. His question was a little rude, but he found it ridiculous to not introduce oneself upon entering a room if your name is not already well-known. The other boys had done it, and he respected them better for it. If all the world's a stage, I want better lighting
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Trystan De Lusignan		#6	[url]	[-]
Posts: 20 06/17/09 1:47 PM Slytherin 5th Year Awards	Trystan made the slightest of "tsking" noises at Yorke's report. Clearing the table of first years was not all that impressive a feat as far as he was concerned. Honestly, Trystan had expected more from Chase but then again, maybe the boy was just as useless as his older brother. It was such a shame. They needed all the help they could get with a child like Brody running around the school. It was a disgrace, pure and simple. At least, Chase had been graced with some understanding of how to present himself, if not the abilities to use his station to his full advantage. As the fifther year was about to chime in with his opinions on the Gabriel Kine situation, another person entered the room. A sigh forced it's way from trystan's lungs as the dungeon classroom became even more crowded. So much for solitude, he thought to himself as if he had been in the room all along and these people were invading his privacy. It was then that Trystan noticed just who it was who had joined the trio. Andrei Arnaut. Trystan had hard time suppressing that smirk that appeared on his face at the boy's arrival. To call Andrei a sadist would be the understatement of the year. Andrei was a poster boy for the Seven if Trystan had ever seen one and the fact that the boy seemed to try so hard was a never ending source of amusement. "Vell, hello guys," Andrei said. He was not one to beat around the bush, so he decided to get to the point. He did not have to worry. If a Yorke was there, then Andrei was sure that they're were no blood traitors here. "Have any of you heard of the Revolution? If not, it is an organization that is idiotically attempting to stop the Seven. I myself vink it is stupid. Vat are your opinions? "Foolishness," Chase simply replied. "I don't know what they believe they can accomplish." Chase raised an eyebrow at the foreign boy. "And you are...?" "Vell," Trystan began after Chase spoke, trying his best to hide the smirk as he mocked the boy's infuriatingly grating accent. "His name is Andrei Arnaut, our resident sadist and clinical psycho, I'm willing to bet," Trystan said with a sneer as he looked the fourth year over. He wasn't much to look at and, in trystan's opinion, he couldn't understand what about him people feared. It must have been his reckless need for wanton destruction." Trystan shook his head as he observed Andrei. He was pathetic. "It's my opinion that this 'Revolution' is the worst kept secret in all of Hogwarts," Trystan began, nodding along at his own opinion. "Almost everyone knows of them, though I have to admit that the most troubling about them is that they're leader is one of our very own." The expression on Trystan's face was one of intense hatred. Adarian Ackland was defintely one person that needed to removed. "Ackland is a blood traitor, a reject, and a fool. That boy needs to come to grips with he truly is. A Slytherin." Trystan glanced around the room and then back to Andrei and gave him a cruel smile. "What exactly are your intentions, Andrei?" Trystan asked with an honest note of curiousity in his voice. He was farily certain that whatever the boy was thinking would be utterly rediculous but he just had to hear him say it. If nothing else, it was more ammunition to throw at Andrei later.
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Andrei		#7	[url]	[-]
Posts: 45 06/18/09 1:14 AM Andrei Arnaut Slytherin 4th Year Awards	"Foolishness," Chase simply replied. "I don't know what they believe they can accomplish. And you are...?" Andrei smiled as he was sure that Chase would want to join. With him in the Damyan, they were sure to conquer the Revolution. He opened his mouth to introduce himself when another boy started to talk. "Vell, His name is Andrei Arnaut, our resident sadist and clinical psycho, I'm willing to bet." Andrei didn't like the boy's tone at all. As he sneered at him, Andrei had to hold back, with all his might, from punching him right in the jaw. His eyes turned a mixture of bright red and yellow, showing that the kid should back off, while also representing the fact that Andrei was mad. He probably should know the kids name, as he knew his, but he didn't really care. Sure he loved to inflict pain and watch others suffer, but did that really make him a sadist? Well, Andrei didn't think so. And this guy talking was stupid to insult his accent. Though he really wanted to hex him, Andrei was on a mission. He had to get members for the Damyan, and starting a fight was not going to help. Andrei listened to the guy's opinion. He didn't really know of who the leader was, so hearing that it was a fellow Slytherin was quite a shock to him. He didn't show it though, as he didn't want to make them think that he had only slight information of the group he was trying to bring down. "What exactly are your intentions, Andrei?" Trystan asked with an honest note of curiousity in his voice. Andrei smiled, his eyes turning blue once more. He would have waited to tell them about the Damyan after the other person in there stated what he thought, but he was not that patient. "Vell, I have started an organization against the Revolution. There are a vew others who are interested in joining, and I vas hoping one of you vere too. I vill be teaching the dark arts, and ve vill have many potion recipies thanks to the O'Conners. Of coure, ve vill be coming up vith vays to destroy the Revolution, and vurther support the Seven. Also, this organization is called the Damyan, meaning to kill. I am the Chavdar, or leader of the group, and there vill be many precautions against anyone trying to take over. So, vat do you think?"
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Chase Cornelius Yorke		#8	[url]	[-]
Posts: 13 06/27/09 8:53 PM Slytherin 3rd Year Awards	"Vell," Trystan began after Chase spoke, trying his best to hide the smirk as he mocked the boy's infuriatingly grating accent. "His name is Andrei Arnaut, our resident sadist and clinical psycho, I'm willing to bet," Trystan said with a sneer as he looked the fourth year over. Chase smirked at Trystan's comical, yet very accurate, mocking portrayal of this Andrei Arnaut's accent. He had to admit, the sound of Arnaut's voice was hilarious on it's own. The way he seemed unable to pronounce the simplest of words made him seem less powerful with every word he spoke. Not that Chase was the least bit intimidated with the foreign fellow to begin with. It took a very special something to gain respect from Chase, let alone fear. Chase looked upon Arnaut with a condescending eye. Chase was above him. He didn't like the way he had walked into their conversation as if he mattered. Trystan knew his name, but that meant nothing. It was possible Trystan was just knowledgeable on such subjects. But Chase had never once heard of the Arnaut family, which meant they were irrelevant in wizarding high society. "Ackland is a blood traitor, a reject, and a fool. That boy needs to come to grips with he truly is. A Slytherin." Chase nodded in agreement. He'd heard of Ackland before, and it was disgraceful for him to act the way he did. Whether one supported the Seven or not was not important. But to try and escape who you are was futile. He would always be a Slytherin, no matter what he did or where he went. To align himself with Mudbloods and blood traitors was crossing a line. Being a Slytherin was an honour. Why anyone would try to break free from the traits and traditions that held the noble house together was beyond him. "Vell, I have started an organization against the Revolution. There are a vew others who are interested in joining, and I vas hoping one of you vere too. I vill be teaching the dark arts, and ve vill have many potion recipies thanks to the O'Conners. Of coure, ve vill be coming up vith vays to destroy the Revolution, and vurther support the Seven. Also, this organization is called the Damyan, meaning to kill. I am the Chavdar, or leader of the group, and there vill be many precautions against anyone trying to take over. So, vat do you think?" "That.." Chase began, placing his hand under his chin as if pondering the idea. "Is perhaps the most pathetic excuse for a good idea that I've ever heard in my life." Chase was thoroughly unimpressed. Any tiny amount of respect he had had for the Bulgarian boy had just been thrown out the window. Arnaut was a moronic fool. As if the Revolution wasn't pathetic enough, he had decided to create an equally, if not significantly more infantile little club. Who did Arnaut think he was? He had no power in the world; no influence. It was almost comical to Chase that Arnaut actually believed that he, a Yorke, would engage in such petty, trivial war games with another insignificant organization, if it could even be called an organization. Chase saw no point to any of it, and it seemed as if this Bulgarian fool was actually taking it seriously. "I find it hard to believe that you're not kidding, to be quite honest," continued Chase, smirking mockingly at Arnaut. "Take my advice, and don't bother with any charms to protect your leadership. Anyone with half a brain will refuse to participate in such a juvenile initiative, and those who do join will not have the mental capacity to overthrow you." Chase crossed his arms and took a step closer to Arnaut. "Besides, if you are as devoted to the Seven as you claim you are, why is this ridiculous little group even necessary? Do you think the Seven will be unable to handle a gaggle of teenagers? You think you could do a better job?" He stepped back, shaking his head in disgust. "The Seven doesn't need you to protect them. They can take care of themselves, fool. Save your own dignity, and end this group before it begins."
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Andrei	ns	#9	[url]	[-]
Posts: 45 06/28/09 2:26 AM Andrei Arnaut Slytherin 4th Year Awards	"That.." Chase began, placing his hand under his chin as if pondering the idea. "Is perhaps the most pathetic excuse for a good idea that I've ever heard in my life." Andrei was shocked. He thought that a Yorke would want to join something that was for the Seven. This one must be a disappointment to the family. He sighed as he thought of how many bad seeds there were these days. The Yorke family seemed to have two now. And when the blood traitor started talking again, Andrei just got even more angry. It didn't seem as it was the fact that it was supporting the Seven that the kid didn't want to join. It was because he thought the Damyan wasn't significant! Andrei's eyes turned scarlet red, as he began to speak. "I am not trying to protect them! Of course this Revolution can't do anything. It is the fact that they are simply trying to do something about the Seven that I am starting this. They deserve to die for their decisions. And the whole point of the Damyan is to make them vish they didn't even think of going against the Seven!" Andrei was getting really frustrated. How could the kid think he thought that the Revolution could do anything. He ignored the statement about the people in his group. He was superior to them, though they were still very important to the Damyan. It would be a great group, if only more people joined with them.
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Trystan De Lusignan		#10	[url]	[-]
Posts: 20 06/28/09 7:35 PM Slytherin 5th Year Awards	"That.." Chase began, placing his hand under his chin as if pondering the idea. "Is perhaps the most pathetic excuse for a good idea that I've ever heard in my life." It took every ounce of Trystan's self-control to hold back the laughter was threatening to burst from his lips. He had only just managed to cover his mouth, allowing briefest of snorts to escape before he repressed the rest of the laugh. Of course, Chase was right. It was the worst idea Trystan had heard in recent memory, if not ever. The Seven did not need the help of teenagers, nor did it fear a pathetic group of self-righteous do-gooders like the Revolution. No, Sir Marsden had nothing to fear from the children in these walls, of that Trystan was certain. But Chase was not done driving his point home. "I find it hard to believe that you're not kidding, to be quite honest," continued Chase, smirking mockingly at Arnaut. "Take my advice, and don't bother with any charms to protect your leadership. Anyone with half a brain will refuse to participate in such a juvenile initiative, and those who do join will not have the mental capacity to overthrow you." Chase crossed his arms and took a step closer to Arnaut. "Besides, if you are as devoted to the Seven as you claim you are, why is this ridiculous little group even necessary? Do you think the Seven will be unable to handle a gaggle of teenagers? You think you could do a better job?" He stepped back, shaking his head in disgust. "The Seven doesn't need you to protect them. They can take care of themselves, fool. Save your own dignity, and end this group before it begins." This time it was impossible for Trystan to bite back the laughter that had been welling him up within him. As Trystan's laugh echoed through the stone room he wondered just how Andrei would take it. He knew that boy wasn't the least bit stable and could whip is wand out and start lobbing hexes around the room at any point. Trystan had no fear of the boy but wasn't quite in the mood for violence. He was perfectly content to sit in the classroom and rip away Andrei's dignity bit by bit. Trystan chuckled lightly as he thought tha tit would be a short order since the boy obviously had very little. It was Andrei who spoke next, his eyes a scarlet red. Trystan had quickly come to rely on the boy for a good laugh and he wasn't let down. Trystan listened to the boy speak, biting back a smile as he did so. It was completely beyond him how Andrei had even been accepeted into the noble house of Salazar Slytherin. He showed no cleverness or capability for original thinking. It remained a complete mystery to Trystan. "I am not trying to protect them! Of course this Revolution can't do anything. It is the fact that they are simply trying to do something about the Seven that I am starting this. They deserve to die for their decisions. And the whole point of the Damyan is to make them vish they didn't even think of going against the Seven!" Trystan let a moment pass before he spoke. He wanted to make sure that his voice was heard clearly and crisply throughout the dungeon classroom. "Yes," he began in a tone that could be described as uncharacteristically polite. "All those who stand before the Seven deserve to die a traitor's death. however, it is not up to you to determine what that death is. That is for Lord Marsden to decide." Trystan lets those last few words fall as if attached to a heavy stone. "Further more," Trystan continued, his stormy gray eyes glued to the Bulgarian boy. "This "Damnyan" of your will house nothing more than pathetic souls trying desperately in vain to achieve the superiority that was denied them at birth. Those that join your group will be just as worthless and wretched as you. Nothing more than common murders and thieves blinding following a cause that they do not fully understand. At least," Trystan let the slightest of smirks play on the corners of his lips. "They have the perfect leader." Trystan let his hand casually move towards his wand, giving no indication of what he was doing. If the boy was going to attack, Trystan would be prepared. Tightly, he gripped the handle, preparing to cast whatever defensive spell or counter attack he needed. Trystan was older than this pathetic excuse for a Slytherin and had a wider variety spells at his disposal. Part of Trystan was beginning to hope that Andrei was foolish enough to attack. He would take great pleasure in humiliating the boy.
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Adam Waybecker		#11	[url]	[-]
Posts: 18 07/01/09 1:37 AM Slytherin 2nd Year Awards	Adam was about to respond to something Chase had said when yet another Slytherin came into his coveted domain. Did anyone ever know the courtesy of a knock these days? Clearly not, and the new present company was not nearly as desired as he made himself out to be. Vat vas his name? He was Andrei Arnaut, the personal parader of the Seven's cause all throughout Hogwarts. Adam prided himself in being subtle, but obvious with his beliefs. People like Andrei were clearly going to be targets by opposition groups, mainly because Andrei was the poster boy for the Seven. He was somewhat disposable as well, though Adam made it a point not to show his clear dislike for the older year on his face, as that would have caused many problems. When the older year, Andrei, began to speak, he talked about a "revolution" of sorts going on at Hogwarts. Adam had heard about it from his cousin Jasper, but hadn't taken much thought to it, as it was clearly a group of students who thought they could do something for the better. The batter between Chase, Trystan, and Andrei was, to say the least, incredibly amusing. Not only had Chase and Trystan managed to make Andrei look like a fool, they had sufficiently enraged him, which would only mean that Andrei could become an enemy of potentially half of the Slytherin house. Adam always had a theory about the Slytherin house, about the true evil and the somewhat "facade-like" evil. While many of the Slytherins in the house were rude, mean, and cruel, they never had the true evil that many of the other members had. Adam himself knew that had wasn't the type of person to join the Seven once he finished his years at Hogwarts. He had no such intentions of joining a group that would only "counteract" the Revolution, mainly because the Revolution itself could barely hold itself together. "I am not trying to protect them! Of course this Revolution can't do anything. It is the fact that they are simply trying to do something about the Seven that I am starting this. They deserve to die for their decisions. And the whole point of the Damyan is to make them vish they didn't even think of going against the Seven!" Adam could only roll his eyes at the comment this supposedly older year made. He made himself look younger than he really was with his constant voice inflection and whiny comments. Adam was, once again, about to respond to his statement, but Trystan did him better. Admiringly, Adam noticed how Trystan's composure clearly outdid that of Andrei. Trystan let a moment pass before he spoke. "Yes," he began in a tone that could be described as uncharacteristically polite. "All those who stand before the Seven deserve to die a traitor's death. however, it is not up to you to determine what that death is. That is for Lord Marsden to decide. Further more," Trystan continued, his stormy gray eyes glued to the Bulgarian boy. "This "Damnyan" of your will house nothing more than pathetic souls trying desperately in vain to achieve the superiority that was denied them at birth. Those that join your group will be just as worthless and wretched as you. Nothing more than common murders and thieves blinding following a cause that they do not fully understand. At least," Trystan let the slightest of smirks play on the corners of his lips. "They have the perfect leader." Adam wished he could say something following Trystan's little speech, but the words didn't come out of his mouth. He knew that if he spoke too soon, he would say something like "Yeah, you tell him!". Instead, Adam let the air in the dungeon grow stale, calculating the proper word equation so he didn't sound like a complete fool. "Those involved in the Revolution aren't worth our time, though they might be worth your's." Though his response was, by no means, profound, it provided him an inlet into the conversation once again, and perhaps Chase and Trystan would recognize him more often, and with time, respect him.
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Andrei		#12	[url]	[-]
Posts: 45 07/03/09 4:38 PM Andrei Arnaut Slytherin 4th Year Awards	Andrei stood there, stunned, as the 3 other Slytherins shared their oppinions. He couldn't believe how idiotic they all were. And he had no idea why they wouldn't want to teach those dirty, Seven hating "revolutionists" a lesson. He had thought all noble Slytherins would love to be part of such a thing as the Damyan. These people though, seemed to think it was a waste of time. But Andrei knew that the Revolution needed to be delt with. Marsden was not going to show up just to stop them. He had so much more important things to do. So, as Andrei knew, someone needed to take care of them. And he was going to strive for this justice. The longer Andrei listened to the foolish boys in front of him, the angrier he got. They believed themselves better then him. They thought he was the foolish one! As he scowled at the three Slytherins, his eyes started to burn. They darkened to an almost black shade of red, and they began getting really hot. The pain he was going through was immense, but his anger was greater. Pretty soon, he could not take it anymore. He gave up to his hatred. "Reducto!" He screamed, after quickly pulling out his wand. Andrei wasn't sure who he was pointing at, if anyone, because he could no longer see right. Everything was a thick, red blur, as the color in his eyes leaked out also into the white of his eyes. It even felt as if they were slowly burning off, but that didn't stop him from shooting out more spells. "Furnunculus! labefactare! Stupefy! Supplantare! Sagittare!" Andrei was so raged, and so pained from his eyes that he had been swinging his wand around most recklessly. And by his last spell, Andrei accidentally aimed his arrow charm at his own self, and shot it through his left thigh. From the amount of pain in his body, Andrei could not help but fall down to the floor, and let out a short, yet pain filled scream.
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Chase Cornelius Yorke		#13	[url]	[-]
Posts: 13 07/03/09 7:32 PM Slytherin 3rd Year Awards	Chase stood, arms folded triumphantly, as he listened to Trystan's remarkably eloquent and hilariously offensive speech directed towards the Bulgarian fool. He was impressed with Trystan's ability to remain completely calm and polite while still hurling insults at Arnaut. Chase, as young as he was, was still perfecting that particular craft. He revelled in the reaction it would get out of those who he chose to unleash his words on. Nothing irritated someone more than a vicious insult coated in faux-civility and belittlement. He could see the effects on Arnaut were no less amusing than the kind one could get out of the average, easily-agitated Gryffindor, if not even more comical. Chase's condescending smirk grew as he saw how deep their words were cutting into Arnaut. It was becoming more and more enjoyable for Chase to watch Arnaut squirm. He had no idea what the idiotic boy had been thinking when he told himself it would be a good idea to propose this idea to Slytherins from three of the most well-known and influential families. Didn't he ever consider the fact that if they despised the idea, they could destroy him? Clearly he did not possess the cunning and clever nature of a true Slytherin. How pathetic. As Trystan finished speaking, he noticed that he had moved his hand towards where he kept his wand, as if he was preparing for Arnaut to attack. That would not surprise Chase whatsoever. It was clear that the boy was slightly psychotic, and was liable to fly off the handle at any given moment. In Chase's eyes, he would only further solidify his foolishness if he even attempted to harm them. There were three of them, and one of him. They would break him. "Those involved in the Revolution aren't worth our time, though they might be worth your's." Chase could not agree more. Their time was better spent elsewhere. Perhaps if Arnaut focused entirely on his worthless club, he would spend less time attacking people at random. Or not. Either way, he would provide a suitable object for their torments. "Precisely," Chase agreed, nodding approvingly at Adam. Both Trystan and Adam impressed him. Arnaut, on the other hand, was a disgrace. Just as Chase spoke, he saw Andrei shaking with anger like an undisciplined buffoon. The Bulgarian pulled out his wand and began shooting off spell in all directions. None touched Chase, and one casual step to the left enabled him to avoid the only spell that even came close to hitting him. Had he no self-control whatsoever? It was getting ridiculous. One of the boy's own spells had managed to hit him in the leg. He fell to the ground in pain, and Chase grinned widely as he did. Chase took a few steps to where the fool lay. He looked down on him, cocking his head to the side as he stared at him with a patronizing smile. "So it is possible to speak and move without a fully functional brain," he commented, smirking, as he feigned interest. "How curious." If all the world's a stage, I want better lighting
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Trystan De Lusignan		#14	[url]	[-]
Posts: 20 07/04/09 1:10 PM Slytherin 5th Year Awards	"Those involved in the Revolution aren't worth our time, though they might be worth your's." Trystan allowed a slight laugh to escape his lips. It just loud enough for Arnaut to hear. He wanted the boy to understand just how much of a joke he really was. No one would ever take him seriously with the reputation he had. Further more, no one would be drawn to his cause. If he truly wanted to help the Seven he would first need to learn to control his emotions, something that would obviously take a great deal of work for him. As it stood now, Andrei was nothing more than an endless source of amusement for Trystan and his housemate's. "Precisely," Chase agreed, nodding approvingly at Adam. Before Chase could begin to deflate the boy's ego any further, Andrei's turned an extremely dark shade of red. Trystsan could feel the anger radiating off of the boy. It seemed that his instinct to reach for his wand wasn't paranoia because Arnaut began to throw out spells with reckless abandon. Andrei's first spell came in Trystan's direction, shattering the ink well that he'd placed on the desk in front of him. The ink from the well sprayed in every direction, landing on and ruining Trystan's brand new suit. Justice, it seemed, was swift and terrible. The boy had been so enraged that he'd managed to hit himself with his own spell. Trystan laughed loudly as the arrow pierced the boy's leg and he fell to the ground with a loud scream. The boy's voice had already been grating on Trystan's nerves and teh scream was the last straw. Without a word, Trystan rose from his desk and marched over to the boy who was now bleeding on the floor. "Silencio," he said with an authority that only someone of noble birth could posess and with a flick of his wand, he sent the silencing charm spiraling towards Andrei. "So it is possible to speak and move without a fully functional brain," he commented, smirking, as he feigned interest. "How curious." Once again, Trystan chuckled at the quip made at Andrei's expense. The older Slytherin made a small "tsking" nosie as he knelt down next to the boy. "Arnaut, you weak willed, undisciplined, pathetically dim witted excuse for a member of the noble house founded by Salazar Slytherin. You will listen and you will listen well," Trystan began, radiating a sense of authority. "This "Damyan" of yours will fail because you lack the means to follow through on your convictions. A blood traitor Ackland may be but he's no fool. He'd rip you in two without a second thought. As we've said, he's a Slytherin first and foremost and posesses a ruthless aggression that rivals any member of this house. If his will is set against Marsden then there's nothing you can do to stop it. A true leader knows his enemy. A true leader knows when to fight or retreat. You are not a true leader, Andrei. Deal with it." Trystan stood, looking down on the pathetic sight in front of him."In fact," Trystan continued, his trademark smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "When you wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and ask yourself why we think we're better than you," Trystan shot a glance to Chase and Adam. "Just remember that it's because we are," he said with an incredible amount of emphasis on his last word. Trystan took a step back, standing next to Chase with his arms crossed. "What do we do with him?" Trystan asked, letting his smirk turn into a sinister smile.
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Adam Waybecker		#15	[url]	[-]
Posts: 18 07/19/09 1:50 AM Slytherin 2nd Year Awards	"So it is possible to speak and move without a fully functional brain," he commented, smirking, as he feigned interest. "How curious." Adam let a smirk escape onto his lips, though the other two boys who's company he had been graced with were not hiding their amusement. He felt foreign, letting his emotions run freely, though it was quite a spectacle, seeing this Arnaut character nearly implode upon himself. His anger was getting more and more apparent on his face, and Adam noticed Trystan's fingers curling around his wand. Adam knew that the situation was sure to get nasty quickly, so he made it a point to reach towards his wand, though he could barely shield himself from an older year's curses. He hoped, if all magic did break loose, that he would be able to dodge the spell. And then the onslaught of spells came out. They went in all directions except Adam's, which amused him thoroughly. He let out the smallest of laughs, though it couldn't be heard with all the commotion going on. Andrei had even made more of a fool of himself, something Adam had thought was not possible, by sending a spell into himself. It took true genius to hurt one's own self after attacking everyone else in the room. Perhaps he was trying to frame Adam, Chase, and Trystan, with his own valorous act. It was incredible how logical Arnaut was thinking at that moment. Arnaut, you weak willed, undisciplined, pathetically dim witted excuse for a member of the noble house founded by Salazar Slytherin. You will listen and you will listen well," Trystan began, radiating a sense of authority. "This "Damyan" of yours will fail because you lack the means to follow through on your convictions. A blood traitor Ackland may be but he's no fool. He'd rip you in two without a second thought. As we've said, he's a Slytherin first and foremost and posesses a ruthless aggression that rivals any member of this house. If his will is set against Marsden then there's nothing you can do to stop it. A true leader knows his enemy. A true leader knows when to fight or retreat. You are not a true leader, Andrei. Deal with it." Trystan had said more, but Adam was at a loss of words. Trystan had clearly commanded Arnaut with his little speech, and had certainly impressed Adam with those few words. But it was the truth - Andrei had no idea what he was going to get himself into. Marsden could easily handle anything Ackland sent to him. Trystan took a step back, standing next to Chase with his arms crossed. "What do we do with him?" Trystan asked, letting his smirk turn into a sinister smile. "Bat bogey hexes are always fun, though I am a fan of Petrificus Totalus. What are you game for?"
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Andrei		#16	[url]	[-]
Posts: 45 07/19/09 11:23 PM Andrei Arnaut Slytherin 4th Year Awards	Andrei's eye color retracted back into their normal place and faded a little as he calmed down a bit. He reached over and grunted as he unsuccessfully tried to pull out the arrow. It was stuck threw his thigh completely, making it too hard to get out. Then suddenly, a charm hit him. He looked up at the other slytherins, and yelled at them. "You'll all pay vor this! You vill! You..." He trailed off once he realized that no sound was coming from his mouth. These other Slytherins were not helping Andrei's anger at all. And when the oldest of them knelt down, he only started making it worse. He laid out pure insults upon Andrei's leadership, which only made him feel more murderous. He clenched his fists, and tried not to lose his temper again, seeing as when he does, he gets blinded by his own eye color. When the others began to discuss what they would do with him, Andrei reached for his wand. Unfortunately though, he had thrown it about twenty feet behind him. Desperate to keep himself defended, he crawled over toward the wand. It felt weird to gasp and grunt so much from pain, and still be silent. When he got to his wand, he grabbed it, spun around, and pointed it directly at the youngest Slytherin. "Stupefy!" Nothing came out of either his voice or wand, and Andrei was stuck there defenseless until the silencing charm wore off.
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Chase Cornelius Yorke		#17	[url]	[-]
Posts: 13 07/20/09 10:07 AM Slytherin 3rd Year Awards	"Bat bogey hexes are always fun, though I am a fan of Petrificus Totalus. What are you game for?" Chase smirked as he imagined the fun they could have with poor Mr. Arnaut if he was unable to move. Even if he had the capacity to pity the boy, he wouldn't. He was obviously a sociopath with no sense of self-control. Clearly his parents had been unable to teach him anything worth remembering, and therefore he truly needed the boys to provide him with a lesson. A lesson they would give him, indeed. Chase hoped the boy would, if nothing else, learn to never treat members of high-society as equals. He had waltzed in to the room, talking to them as if he knew them; as if he was important enough to utter their names. The fact of the matter was, he was insignificant. He meant nothing to the world. When the boys were done with him, he doubted even the school nurse would care. She had most likely cleaned up the messes of his random acts of psychotic violence in the past, and would be most pleased to see that he had been confined to a hospital bed where he could not hurt anyone else. Truly, they were providing a public service. Pest removal, if you would. "Well, we could always Tranfigure him into something. Something...unpleasant?" Chase suggested, cocking his head sideways as he smiled cruelly at Arnaut. He turned back to face his companions. "If not, I suggest the Tarantallegra Hex. How lovely it would be for Mr. Arnaut to be seen running down the halls, tears in his eyes, dancing uncontrollably. Perhaps that would be sufficient to destroy the pathetic little reputation he's been trying to earn?" When he got to his wand, he grabbed it, spun around, and pointed it directly at the youngest Slytherin. "Stupefy!" Nothing came out of either his voice or wand, and Andrei was stuck there defenseless until the silencing charm wore off. Chase smirked triumphantly as Arnaut attempted to defend himself. Trystan's silencing charm still stuck, and Arnaut was left completely unable to retaliate in defence of the spells that would soon be cascading towards him. Chase stepped closer to Arnaut. "What's that, boy? Cat got your tongue? Well," he grinned, turning his head to Trystan and Adam. "Somehow I think we can take your mind off that." I'll take off my clothes, and it will be shameless, cause everyone knows that's how you get famous
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Trystan De Lusignan		#18	[url]	[-]
Posts: 20 07/28/09 2:44 PM Slytherin 5th Year Awards	"Bat bogey hexes are always fun, though I am a fan of Petrificus Totalus. What are you game for?" Trystan chuckled at Adam's comment watched with a smile as the Arnaut boy tried to drag his limp body across the floor towards his wand. Trystan wasn't exactly sure what the boy was playing at since even if he did retrieve his wand, he wouldn't be able to use it on account of the silencing charm he'd been hit with. Trystan quirked an eyebrow at the boy as he watch the scene unfold. Is he really that dense, he thought to himself as Andrei grabbed his wand and pointed it at Waybecker. A sadistic smile showed on Trystan's face when no words came out of the boy's mouth. "Expelliarmus!" Trystan yelled as he flicked his wand and sent the spell towards the boy. There was no danger in Andrei having his wand but Trystan felt that he no longer deserved it. Arnaut was weak, both of the mind and of will. The boy was totally pathetic and completely without redeeming qualities. He needed to be taught a lesson. A lesson that Trystan had been dying to teach for years. Magic was only for the worthy. This boy, pure blood or not, was not worthy and needed desperately to be dealt with. Once more, Trystan approached the prone boy and knelt down by his head. "Since you just do not seem to get the point," Trystan said in his heavy French accent as he stared down at the boy, disdain showing clearly on his face. "We're going to make sure that you never forget this day," Trystan stood and smiled at the boy. "Or us," he added as he pointed his wand at Andrei again. "Petrificus Totalus," he said calmly witha flick of his wand. "We're going to hurt you, Mister Arnaut. We're going make sure that all of the pain you've inflicted his rebounded upon." Trystan glanced at his compatriots and then looked back down at Andrei. "Not because it's the right the thing to do, make no mistake about that. Because you are weak and people like you should be crushed beneath our boot heels," Trystan said darkly. With a growl, Trystan raised his foot and brought his boot down up the nose of the boy laying on the floor in front of him. A sickening smile appeared on his face as he repeated this action, not once, but twice. Trystan straightened and buttoned his black coat before walking over to the door and closed it. When Trystan turned around his expression was not a pleasant one and he fixed his stormy, gray eyes on Andrei. "Well, let us teach him a lesson then." Trystan said to his housemates as he began to move the student desks out of the way.
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Adam Waybecker		#19	[url]	[-]
Posts: 18 07/30/09 2:07 PM Slytherin 2nd Year Awards	Adam had never intended on the situation progressing to how it did. Then again, he didn't intend on this many people coming to the same dungeon he was in nor did he intend on having a full blown fight at that moment. It was only when Andrei Arnaut - Adam still wasn't sure if he should call him by his first or last name only - sent a spell or curse (Adam truly had no idea what it was) his way he realized how serious the matter at hand was. Seeing Trystan disarm Arnaut (yes, last names made his dislike for the "freak" more apparent) showed that the side with the true power was the one that harnessed it until completely necessary. After another one of Trystan's speeches (he had quite the gift of tongue), he petrified Arnaut, so now movement or noise would be completely unheard of, unless one of them decided to let out a yelp. Adam couldn't imagine anyone coming into the room, or even attempting to stop the madness that was going to ensue. His eyes had been on the floor, but they then averted to the boot of Trystan, which was quickly coming down onto Arnaut's face, particularly, his nose. Adam expected to hear a crunching or snapping noise, but to his avail, there was no such noise. When Trystan smashed his foot into Arnaut's face for a second time, Adam cringed a bit, glad he couldn't hear or see the pain Arnaut was probably feeling. Trystan started moving the tables away from his body, so Adam and Chase could afflict damage as well. Adam saw no need to do anything further. Clearly the lesson was learned by Arnaut, who would not be able to go to the hospital wing until someone found him and felt the need to even help his pathetic-ness. Gulping down any qualms he had about inflicting pain, Adam took his right foot and kicked Arnaut in the side, around where his waist was. Noticing the stares from the two older years he respected, he took his right foot again, and kicked Arnaut again with more power and zeal. "You must learn what it feels like to be completely humiliated before you can even think about patronizing others. Do not lecture us about supporting Marsden, you incompetent imbecile." Adam spat the words out with more emphasis and feeling that he had ever felt. The anger inside him was culminating, and he finally felt compelled to take Arnaut's words to a personal level. Adam glared into the eyes of the petrified and proceeded to spit in his face with contempt.
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Andrei		#20	[url]	[-]
Posts: 45 07/30/09 6:52 PM Andrei Arnaut Slytherin 4th Year Awards	"Expelliarmus!" Andrei rolled over and dodged the spell. Moving that fast though, caused him immense pain. He was on the edge of tears, but, not wanting to seem any more like a wimp, he held it back. Then the oldest Slytherin walked towards him. "Since you just do not seem to get the point," Trystan said in his heavy French accent as he stared down at the boy, disdain showing clearly on his face. "We're going to make sure that you never forget this day," Trystan stood and smiled at the boy. Desperate, Andrei pointed his wand at him. "Stupify! Stupify! Stupify!Stup.." On his last try, he regained his voice, but before he could finish the spell, he was hit with a different one. He slumped back onto the floor, and couldn't move. His eye color froze to the color they always change to when they can't change. Now he would not be able to defend himself, and he was to be humiliated further now that his eyes were rainbow. "We're going to hurt you, Mister Arnaut. We're going make sure that all of the pain you've inflicted his rebounded upon." Trystan glanced at his compatriots and then looked back down at Andrei. "Not because it's the right the thing to do, make no mistake about that. Because you are weak and people like you should be crushed beneath our boot heels," Trystan said darkly. Then followed a horrible pain. The older boy had brought his fought down upon Andrei's face. Though he could not show it, Andrei felt as much pain as what it would be like if he was moving. He wanted to squirm and fight, and yell out in agony, but he couldn't. It was the weirdest and most horrible feeling to him. He still believed the others were horrible at torturing. He would never use this spell for hurting someone, as he loved so much more to see the pain in someone's face. And the fact that they would not see him hurt was the only thing that kept him from going insane from the lack of movement. He took all of the stomps on his face and all the kicks in his side, and even the spit on his face. He stayed calm in his mind, and waited until he would be able to move once again.
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