Eerie Fury(Christian)

[teddy]

Theodore sat on a wooden armchair. He was bored and staring at an ornate table with legs that were shaped like snakes. Snakes were apparently Salazar's favourite animals. Theodore sighed and sat up. He fixed his collar, though only to make it more comfortable. He didn't really care how he looked as much as other Slytherin students did. He was friendless but knew alot of the other students by first name. He preferred to terrorize others rather than enjoy their company. Theodore stood up suddenly and gazed across at one of the other students sitting in the room. He knew the other boy was named Rosier. They were in the same year.

Theodore approached Christian and sat on a table that was next to the other boy. "So how are your Muggle friends, Rosier?" Theodore got up and as a few glasses and a jug of orange juice appeared suddenly behind him. He knew it was coming, he had ordered the house-elves to send it every day. "You'd never catch a Nott in Muggle society. Not even as their leaders. Leaders are bound to the people they rule. Muggle leaders are no better than Muggles themselves." Theodore poured himself a glass of the orange juice. "Would you like a glass, Rosier?" Theodore took a drink from the glass and then grinned over it at Christian. Daring him to strike back.

[christian]

Once back at the common room, Christian sat on one of the stiff armchairs, looking pensive. As he reclined lazily from his seat, his attention was caught by the sights inside: the table with legs shaped like snakes, and the shadow of a boy sitting across the room, fixing his collar and looking right back at him. He wasn't really familiar with him but he knew that he was from the same House and the same year as he. He then regarded him with a curious look, waiting for him to move. He wasn't exactly surprised when the boy suddenly stood up and moved over to his table.

He then surveyed his movements; he seemed to be familiar with the house elves as they served him a jug of orange juice and a few glasses. However, looking at his face gave him a very good insight of what kind of person he was and who it really was: it was Theodore Nott. Knowing that he was quite the character, he decided that he would listen to what he had to say. He then poured himself a glass of orange juice as he listened to him talk.

Christian felt his blood boil upon hearing everything he said; he really wanted to aim his wand at him and hurt him but it was not exactly the right thing to do at he moment. He then pondered on what he would have to tell him. "Well I guess we wouldn't be able to catch a Nott in Muggle society, your family is way too exclusive and elusive to find," he then said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Not that I have Muggle friends and I frolic around in their world. Do you seriously think that I would be chosen by Slytherin himself if I get all friendly with Muggles?" he then asked him in an almost menacing tone. He couldn't help but think that it was certainly Nott's nature to pick fights with everyone. "I could not help but agree that Muggle leaders are no better than the Muggles themselves, they keep on denying the existence of magic, even though it has been affecting their lives a lot," he added as he took another sip of the orange juice.

[teddy]

It was true that Theodore was naturally antagonistic towards others. He did not particularly enjoy to watch others having fun while he was rather alone quite alot. He could tell that Rosier was being careful with his words and even more careful with his actions. Theodore liked that sort of behaviour. Not because it made him feel superior, but because it showed the merits of a true Slytherin. Theodore smiled, displaying his unflattering, crooked teeth.

"You are an eloquent speaker, unlike myself." Theodore could write and speech but he was not like enough to the much older Nerosoldato Gaunt to care to sway people. He preferred a more physical route to coersion. "Are you aware of Nerosoldato Guant? He's taught me most of what I know. He left school to take over the world. Only time will see if he succeeds, I think." Nero took a sip of his own juice. He looked over it at Christian for a moment. Then he asked slowly and clearly, "What are your thoughts on Muggle extermination?"

[christian]

Christian continued to sip his orange juice, aware of the other student looking right at him. it was a good thing he managed to speak his mind on him. He could not deny the fact that he was quite an interesting fellow. He could not help but smile back as he smiled at him. He then noted that he seemed disfigured and he could not help but think that it was because of doing some form of Dark magic. "Pardon me, but I could not help but ask whether you know some advanced forms of dark magic," he then said, looking at him intently.

He merely nodded in affirmation as Theodore mentioned that he was an eloquent speaker, unlike himself. "It's part of my upcoming job in the near future, when I take over my father as the viscount," he said in response. He nodded once more at the mention of Nero Gaunt, as he was perfectly acquainted with his family. "Yes, I am aware of him. He is very good and I guess he's really groomed for domination," he then said. He then refilled his glass with juice as he listened for his next question. He could not help but be surprised at his question but he expected it anyway. "Well, I guess it's perfectly fine for me, for as long as the bad lot get wiped out and the few good ones spared," he replied. "How about you? You seem to have no preferential choice over it," he added, gazing at him, looking serious.

[teddy]

Theodore placed his drink upon the tabletop. He grinned at Christian. He was a constant student of the Dark Arts. He liked nothing more than training in his craft. He was certain that he was the youngest wizard to ever create a horcrux. "I wont tell you. I'll show you." Theodore chuckled. He drew his wand in his right hand and lifted his left hand. "Watch this, mate." Theo wriggled his fingers back and forth on his left hand then stopped. He touched his left arm at the wrist with the tip of his wand. His arm changed immediately into an arm-shaped stone. It fell onto the table with a loud crack the table broke underneath it. Nero's mouth spread wide in his grin, showing his cracked teeth. "I lost that a few months ago." Nero lifted his hand-less arm higher. "I got it back."

Theo didn't bother to replace his artificial hand. He put his wand down next to the glass of orange juice he had poured for himself. He picked up the glass and poured some into his mouth. Theo finished drinking and put the glass back down on the table. "I see." Just as his mentor Nero, Theodore did not get along with his parents. Theodore was not as pretty as his siblings. His family cherished foolish values like that too highly. "He was scared to create a Horcrux too soon. He's probably already dead with no way to return because of that. I wouldn't count on him dominating anything."

Theodore heaved a sigh and shook his head. He did not like to hear the words 'good' and 'Muggle' in the same sentence. "You're right. They'd all die if I could make it happen."

[christian]

Christian looked at Theodore with a mixture of apprehension and fascination on his face. It seemed to him that he wasn't exactly the type who would actually give away his trade secrets. However, when he mentioned that he wasn't going to just tell him and he was going to show him, Christian felt quite elated for he was about to witness some form of advanced magic. When Theodore finally demonstrated what he could do, he could not help but stare at him and the arm-shaped stone with amazement. "It's surreal...I mean, isn't this pretty advanced for our level? I could not help but be amazed," he commented, not bothering to hide his amazement. "However, I would like to ask how did you lost your arm like that? What happened?" he asked, looking very curious.

He then continued to gaze at him intently as Theodore moved about with his artificial arm missing. For some reason, he could feel that he was currently in deep thought. "You're Tiberius Nott's brother right? I didn't quite like him, to be honest. He's quite the arrogant kind, just because he's got good looks," he then said, looking pensive. His eyes then widened in shock at the mention of the word horcrux. "But, that's a really difficult form of dark magic! I mean, it's quite understandable that he would be scared," he then replied, referring to Nero. He then heard him sigh and he realized that his last comment about him having no preference over muggle extermination was right. "Well, I couldn't blame you though, our House has always valued blood purity. So you share the same opinion as Slytherin then?" he asked, looking curious once again.

[teddy]

Theodore recognized the look Christian gave him. It was a particularly troubling gaze for Theodore had not expected it. The dark arts was often associated with social deviance or some other form of depravity. Theodore raised an eyebrow. He did not consider himself like the others. Even though such a thought was common, he always thought it was right. He was not like anyone else. He made a powerful mental effort to stay from emulating others. "Our level? You assume you are on the same level as me? I apologize, Rosier. But we aren't peers. You must have a focus? Something that you're exceptionally good at despite percieved age barriers?" Morgana had truely sunk deep into Theodore's head, making him believe that he could do anything he pleased. Theodore's experiences had only ever re-inforced her claim. "I tried to assassinate the Ascending Dark Lord, Verloren. He bested me in an ambush of my own device and cursed off my arm before I was able to escape. It was the only time I ever met failure." Theodore bent suddenly and retrieved his arm. With a few quick mutterings and a wand tap, the stone re-joined his arm and appeared to become flesh. "That was Nero's last command for me before he abandoned the school, that I should assassinate that other Dark Lord." Theo stood up straight, massaging his false arm gently.

Theodore depleted the entire glass in one quick drink of the bright liquid. He cringed at the mention of his brother. Theodore had thought of coming up with an alias as Viktor did but had not wanted to become nothing more than a copycat villain. "Yes." Theodore grinned at the thought of killing his own bigger brother. He didn't actually know his brother's capabilities but was sure that he could not be as good as Theo was in a duel. Theodore had found the magic particularly difficult but was sure that he had managed to execute it perfectly. He grinned wider, knowing that there was now no way to kill him. "It is. You're right. He has a right to be fearful. Even though he leaves school early claiming that he is already too mature for it! Even though he thinks himself the brightest and skilled warlock of the age!" Theodore exclaimed, displaying that he'd already had a long grudge against Nero and thought long on the subject already. "Salazar is a puppet among the other Founders. He shares my opinion." Theodore gave Christian a smug smirk.

[christian]

Christian merely gave Theodore a look that suggested that he understood what he was talking about. He admitted to himself that they were never peers and that he had a different focus in terms of abilities. “Yes, I have to admit you’re right, we are different in many ways,” he said, his face screwed in concentration. “As for my focus, it may sound old-fashioned, my expertise is on swords. I am able to fight using different forms of blades but my specialty is my twin sword style, passed on to me by an able teacher of mine,” he added, remembering his mentor and how he trained a lot to perfect the technique, soon being able to defeat and surpass his teacher. “My father said for as long as I’m underage, I would have to find a way on how I would be able to defend myself despite not using magic. I mean, I am quite adept at it but of course, there are alternatives,” he then explained, knowing that it was quite a complicated concept to explain to someone such as him. He then listened as Theodore related the story of his only apparent failure and how he was commanded by Nero to assassinate the Dark Lord. “Well judging from your level, I guess you are more than capable of doing so,” he commented.

He then continued to observe his expression and he could see that he quite enjoyed the thought of killing his older brother. “You seem very keen on killing him. Was he that despicable to you?” he asked, looking curious once again. His eyes then widened in surprise as Theodore suddenly had an outburst. It suddenly dawned to him that he seemed to have developed some form of resentment on Nero. He then contented himself on staying silent for a couple of minutes, trying to think of something else to say. When Theodore then mentioned that Salazar shares his opinion with him, he merely nodded to show his affirmation to what he said. Never before he had seen a young student with such zeal for his beliefs and whose value system could not be shaken.

[teddy]

Theodore was growing bored. He had expected Christian to have a much bigger ego. He drew more juice from the glass pitcher into his glass cup. Theodore lifted and drank the orange liquid liberally. He sometimes went days without drinking a drop. So when he did drink, he drank alot and very quickly. "Different. Maybe that will help us get along. Maybe not." Theodore chuckled at Christian's statement about his father. He thought on his own father. "You sound like you have alot of respect for your father." Theodore remembered stealing a wand early on and practicing with it alone before coming to Hogwarts. "Only Nero has ever instructed me. And only for three years. Mostly, my training is done alone." Theodore grinned, feeling very little for having been alone for most of his life.

"No. Tiberius is not that bad at all. He's actually quite the sweet heart. I just like killing. The prettier the face, the more glorious the breaking of it. I think I'd cut his hair off first. Then make him choke on it." Theodore laughed to himself then took a long drink until his glass emptied again. He wasn't sure if he should kill Christian himself or not. But Theo did still have a slight desire to attack the other Slytherin. "What kinds of dark arts are you familiar with? Or is playing with swords your only desire?" Theo laughed at himself again. He had felt a pang of fear, he was not actually to type to take dangerous weapons lightly though he pretended to be such a type.

(Sorry for the lack of reply. I am distracted again. Ah well. Good fortune. )

[Vasilisa Alyona Konstantinov]

Vasilisa felt contentment wash over her as she tucked the owl she just got from her father saying that her request had been granted in her pocket. Her father promised that Prudence, her cousin, would be notified at once and that they found her a suitable guard. Chester Collins, the letter said was the name of Prudence’s guardian. She could not keep the smile off her face. This meant that her cousin would finally be guarded. With the events lately, especially after she had the misfortune of meeting the murderer that was after her older cousin, she knew how much Prue needed a guard.

After delightfully writing her father, Macon Dolohov, a quick response, she started making her way to the Slytherin common room. As she descended the magical staircases, she kept on rereading the letter and when she was halfway through her destination, for the first time, she noticed that there was a P.S. part. Remember, dear, in exchange for this granted request, you have to meet up with your second guard tomorrow, nine o’clock at the courtyard. Vasilisa sighed. It was very strategic of her father. She knew her father was well aware she refused to have another guard. She told him countless times that her second guard she be someone else’s instead. After a few moments, she finally reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room. And when she stepped in, she could not help but be surprised to see Nott and Christian engaged in a conversation. By the looks of it, Nott was waiting for Christian to respond and Vasilisa stayed put, wondering what the two were talking about.

[christian]

Christian merely looked at Theodore, his eyes almost trying to bore into his skull. It seemed to him that the other boy was expecting something more from him. He looked back at his glass and saw that it was empty so he refilled it once again. "I guess people get along not just because of similarities but also their differences. It wouldn't be fun if people just share common interests, there has to be something different at the very least," he then said in response. He knew that they certainly have different methods in training and practicing their skills. "Hmmm well, I do respect my father, but I see him as an equal, not as my father in general," he explained, reacting to what Theodore had just said earlier. He then remembered how he was fascinated to swords when he was a little boy, he loved to swing twin sticks as though they were real ones.

He then refocused his gaze at him and noticed something. It seemed like he was burning with a killing intent. He knew that any moment they might engage in a duel and Christian was more than ready for it. He gripped the glass of orange juice and slowly brought it into his mouth and drained it completely of its contents while his other hand kept its grip on his wand. When Theodore asked if he was familiar with the other Dark Arts, he nodded slightly, and said, "I have done research about horcruxes and I am adept in casting curses although I haven't really tried to use the unforgivable ones." He felt slightly affronted when the other boy mentioned that he was merely playing with his swords. In jest, he summoned one of his swords nonverbally and when the sword landed on his hand, he drew it up and inspected the blade, which was as sharp as ever. "I am serious about my craft as I'll ever be," he then said, looking angry. However, his expression softened when he saw someone familiar looking right at them. "Hey, Vasilisa. Have you been stading there for too long?" he asked, as he placed his sword back at its sheath.

[teddy]

Theodore returned Christian's piercing gaze. For a moment, Theodore believed that Christian was drawing his wand. When his company merely poured more drink into his cup, Theodore visibly grew angrier. He turned away from Christian and sat against the arm of a chair near the table. Theodore took up his glass in his false arm and squeezed it until it shattered into many pieces. Though the bottom was still intact and rolled under the table to Christian's foot. Theodore opened his hand and no cut could be seen on his hand. Getting the stone to move took a bit of Theo's concentration. Getting it to stay at the end of his hand was a simple binding spell that lasted for weeks. The hardest part was creating the illusion of skin. Theodore had to create his own magic. And unlike the spells used to manuever the forearm, Theodore had to concentrate on keeping the illusion alive at all times. "I have no respect for anyone. No thing is special." Theo seperated 'no' and 'thing' conciously to make his point. He felt his way added a bit of invasiveness to his speech that would unsettle others. He began to speak again, though less towards Christian. It was as though Theodore was pretending to be set upon a terrace, speaking to millions of followers or enemies. No, neither; fools is what they were. The mindless rabble. "You are not special. Your love is not special. Nor am I or my hatred. No thing is special. No thing is worth my sympathy or guilt. There is no good or evil. There is only you and I. No one can save you now."

Theodore was still breathing heavily, the speech had come to him suddenly. It was a violent reaction to his mentor, Nero's, tendacy to shy away from evil acts in exchange for power and fame. Theodore had heard Nero planning to capture his parents and family and have them killed or enslaved to make himself look like a hero. "Horcruxes. I must apologize. I lead you on before. Nerosoldato is dead. I killed him the way he planned to have me killed. And every other Dark Artist. He was going to feed us to the ignorant masses as scapegoats for deeds he and his partner commited themselves. I informed his mother that he meant to betray them. Nero is dead by now. By his own method of manipulation. By his own arrogance. He thought I was a fool. I knew he hadn't created a horcrux. He was too weak to." Theodore smiled and turned back to Christian then. "He was wrong, you know. He considered Hogwarts useless. But in years, the students here will be the world's adults. I plan to have them all fearful of me when that time comes. Nero failed, I will succeed." Theodore had practically ignored most of what Christian had said. He realized now that he had angered Christian a bit though. "As am I. I am able to cast a perfect killing curse. Just as well as I am able to defend against such weapons." Theodore bluffed, he was not actually able to cast the killing curse while adrenaline was in his blood. But he was a master of defensive spells. Whereas his mentor Nero had only focused on offensive spells such as the killing curse. Theodore did not desire to have to replace another limb. So his focus was defensive.

For a moment, Theodore thought that Christian had called him Vasilisa. It was a strange moment. Theo had actually quite liked the idea of having such a name. He nearly grinned when he realized by Chris' gaze that he was not addressing him. Theodore turned to the girl Chris had spoken to. He merely glared at her coldly. Quite envious that Chris had reacted to her in such a manner.

[Vasilisa Alyona Konstantinov]

Vasilisa knew Nott from class, since they were of the same year. But, she had no idea that he and Christian were friends or anything of the sort. As she watched the two silently, hoping they would not notice her yet. She forgot all about her contentment before she walked in on the two and found herself transfixed at what was taking place before her.

What Vasilisa heard from Christian about his father and his views did not surprise her. He was in her so-called typical Christian mode. However, as she watched them, she could not help but notice that Christian’s calm demeanor was not going to last very long. She was uncertain if it was the way he held his glass or how his other hand conspicuously grips his wand that tipped her off. To Vasilisa’s surprise, Nott broke his glass and let it fall near Christian’s feet. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight of Nott’s unblemished hand. However, before she had the time to think anything through, Nott’s is next words sent a chill to her spine. She knew Nott as someone… brooding and cold, someone who was always alone with his thoughts, at least that what was he was doing whenever she saw him around, and someone with issues but apparently there was something to him more than that. She was starting to conclude that he was partly insane if not totally.

Vasilisa knew what a horcrux was and her good memory was well-aware that Christian never spoke of such things in front of or with her. Vasilisa never tried to cast any of the three unforgiveable curses herself. It just did not cross her mind. Not once. Not ever. However, she thought it would be interesting to know Christian’s views on the topic so she quit thinking and focused on listening. And once again, Christian’s reply did not surprise her and Nott’s did. If she hadn’t seen the murderer at turnover ceremony, she would have suspected Nott to be the one tailing her cousin. Apparently, he kills and has this urge to take over the world. His goals would have been classic if hadn’t killed his way to get there, Vasilisa thought to herself.

Vasilisa thought Christian was going to pick a fight and was about to stop him before he hurt himself; but, as if on cue, he noticed her. “Hello Christian. No, I just got here.” Vasilisa smiled at Christian, pointedly ignored Nott’s glare and wondered what was wrong with him as she started walking toward Christian. “Are you okay?” Vasilisa asked Christian, sounding concerned.

(It’s been a while since I last wrote a reply. I’m feel so disoriented. Sorry.)