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Post by Destrane Savien on Jan 2, 2008 18:50:49 GMT -5
Destrane entered the study quietly. He walked over to one of the couches and summoned a book to himself. Labeled Dark Arts Throughout History, the book was designed to talk about various situations and what certain curses were used with them. His eyes were expressionless as he began flipping through the chapters, looking for something. The Death Eaters knew to stay out of the room, he made it clear that he didn't want to be bothered by their pathetic existance.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Jan 2, 2008 19:24:45 GMT -5
Voldemort walked through the halls of his manor, glaring at the vermin he called followers. Mere pawns, but needed none the less, no matter even if they did hide behind their pure blood, or fascination with him, they would be disposed of, should he be pushed. Sending one of his coldest glares, red eyes glistening with a deep fire burning with hatred for everything, and a slight darkness hidden within the depths as well, he watched the DE whimper away like a mutt. Pathetic. Pushing open the doors to the study he walked farther into the said room, even as his eyes landed on his son, his heir. He paid no attention to him. His mood was most foul today, and he would do things in his own time. He listened as his followers scrambled to close the door behind him, knowing better than to invade his privacy, something which was punishable by torturous death.
All but ignoring his son, he sat down in his favorite chair, letting out a slight sigh, as he relieved tension from his body by cracking his neck. He closed his eyes, letting his mind also relax, as it flowed around the room, letting his barriers fall slightly. His eyes snapped back open, his mind and body now more or less relaxed, as his barriers were once again impenetrable. His red eyes rested upon the other occupant of the room, studying him, almost sizing him up you could call it.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Jan 2, 2008 19:30:56 GMT -5
The boy looked up as someone entered. His eyes were dark as he observed the other figure. Clearly he knew not to disturb his father. It was apparent that he wasn't in a good mood. Taking a moment to think, he then looked back down at his book, clearly relaxing. His shields around his mind were up but loose. If someone else entered, they would be up in a heartbeat but there was nothing to really worry about at the moment. His left hand twisted slightly as he muttered a spell under his breath, practicing wandless magic on a spell he was reading about currently.
Destrane felt the Dark Lord's gaze upon him and he sjut the book, ceasing the spells he worked on. His emerald eyes flashed slightly before he leaned back, watching his father calmly. There was no cockiness to him, just an awareness. He hadn't done anything wrong and no guilt flowed through him. He was safe unless his father's temper was really out there.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Jan 2, 2008 19:52:30 GMT -5
Voldemorts vibrant red cold eyes gazed into his sons, as the silence spread around the room. His head tilted to the side as he felt some of his previous anger at the world mesh away, into oblivion. He was content to stay silent, however there were questions that needed to be asked. So, letting out a sigh of annoyance, at having to interupt his blessed silence, he sat back in his chair and inclined his head foreward slightly. "Dare I ask how school is going?" His cold, high voice that had and would continue to, strike fear into peoples hearts sounded around the room, shattering the silence until it was gone, lost.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Jan 2, 2008 19:56:49 GMT -5
Destrane observed him quietly before tensing. Shit, that wasn't something he wanted to bring up. His face remained expressionless as he thought about his response.
"Well...grade-wise, father, my classes are going easily. I am still top in the school and nothing seems to be difficult." A small moment of hesitation took hold before he pushed the worry out of his mind, "I have had a few detentions for..diroderly conduct in Charms and Transfiguration but all seems to be settled out and I have promised my Professors that it will not happen again."
He was ready for the punishment that would surely follow his words.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Jan 2, 2008 20:04:58 GMT -5
Nodding, Voldemort seemed almost bored with the news of his grades. It was expected that his son would be brilliant at school, the best if you will. It was an expectation he met, and that was simply how life was, there was no questioning it, and punishment was always dully pointed if his expectations were not met. However, his eyes narrowed viciously when he heard of the disorderly conduct. His son, acting like a common animal within the class. Was it truly so hard to keep an air of grace and superiority around you without having to act as a common mudblood?
"Tell me son, why do you see fit to disgrace your name?" His voice was calm, but right beneath the surface there was anger, and it was not to be trifled with.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Jan 2, 2008 20:12:47 GMT -5
Des tensed. This was dangerous territory he was in and it was going to be hard to get out of it. "I lost control, father, and it will not happen again. It was irresponsible of me and worth whatever punishment you see fit to bestow upon me." his voice was completely dead, expression impossible to read. There, he said all he could. It was not up to him if he got out of trouble or not. The Dark Lord made the final decision and he didn't even try to sway him; that in itself could be more dangerous.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Jan 2, 2008 20:38:29 GMT -5
Voldemorts cold face, and expression took in his son, and his explanation. "You lost control? Am I to understand my son has less than adequate control? How quant." He growled out, summoning his magic he reached out an invisible limb to clutch around his sons throat, applying enough pressure to make breathing difficult, but not all together impossible. It would not do to knock his son out in the middle of this discussion.
"I expect more from you." His voice a low deadly growl, emanating from within his chest. "You are better than them, I expect you to act like it, not to behave as a common students. Understood?"
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Post by Destrane Savien on Jan 2, 2008 20:44:26 GMT -5
Destrane let out a breath as the pressure was applied to his neck. He was expecting it, however, and so he forced himself not to react. Tensing would only make it harder on him. The Dark Lord's words flowed over his ears and he nodded as best he could, "Yes father, understood," he gritted out, slipping into parsletongue as it was too hard to speak clearly in english. His eyes were dark but respectful.
Though still in a touch situation, he ventured to ask a question that had been bothering him for some time. "Is the name taboo spell set up at Hogwarts as well?"
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Jan 2, 2008 21:13:54 GMT -5
Voldemort let out a sound of dissapprovement, but released the magical limb holding his sons throat. There was little more he could do about it, unless the boy continued to act immaturely, then he would have plenty to do about it.
Sitting back fatehr into his cahir, his face once again blank with cold indifference he stared at his son, considering the boys question. "Ofcourse it does. It would be foolish to spare Hogwarts from it all." He had able enough death eaters within Hogwarts walls to hold the taboo up. "Why woudl you ask such a foolish question?"
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Post by Destrane Savien on Jan 2, 2008 21:18:30 GMT -5
Destrane shrugged and leaned back, rubbing his neck slightly. "Dunno, it'd be fun to activate it around first years," his eyes were glinting. "And the classes are so boring. It'd be nice if McGonagall just...conveniently disappeared. I don't even see a purpose to the class anymore."
The boy had mastered his animagus form by now and there was nothing more he needed to learn from a stupid, low-level course. "Is it possible for me to drop it from my schedule?"
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