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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Dec 23, 2007 21:22:38 GMT -5
It was the start of the winter holidays and the school was eeriely empty. With the rageing war families were more desperate to spent time with one another so there were few teachers or even staff about. A dark figure traveled across the white grounds snow falling around her dark figure settleing in her coal black hair, melting against her sickly pale skin, cheeks and lips glowing a faint rosey hue from the cold. She was bundled up tightly in long dark boots and a long black trech coat pulled tightly around her. It was freezeing yes but Esme was an artistic soul the beautiful sight of Hogwarts glistening in fresh snow was worth the numonia.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 23, 2007 21:29:33 GMT -5
Destrane had left home early to check on the school. True, he was a student, but he was more reliable than half the Death Eaters stationed at the castle. He walked along the deserted grounds, black robes fluttering about his form. The boy was silent, the cold air not bothering him one bit. Suddenly he looked up, noticing one of the professors. How fun.
He walked towards the figure. "Professor Echo..." he greeted, voice sickly sweet and gentle. Oh how decietful he could be. There was not one ounce of mercy in his soul, if you could call it that. His mask was firmly in place.
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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Dec 23, 2007 21:35:22 GMT -5
Esme glanced up as her name was spoke glanceing around the empty grounds before her eyes fell on Destrane smiling at him brightly in greeting, Esmeralda was an optimistic woman who saw the best in people and always gave second chances believeing everyone had something good in them it was something that got her into terrible trouble but she was usually smart enough to dig herself back out.
"Good day Mr. Savien it's a cold day to be out strolling." She smiled gently she always treated Destrane as if he were any other student paying no mind to his family history Esme had been raised by a family obsessed with pureblood politics and it did not always determin who you were - it was not her place to sterotype.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 23, 2007 21:39:31 GMT -5
Destrane held in a grimace of disgust. That woman was always cheery, or so it seemed, and it sickened him. He came to stand before her, hands in the folds of his robes. After spending the last few hours fooling around with his girlfriend, he was glad that his body was covered.
"It's also a cold day to be sitting doing apparently nothing," his voice was colder than the air itself, darkness coiling around his very being as he gazed down at her.
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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Dec 23, 2007 21:45:15 GMT -5
Esme merely smiled at him charmingly not once insulted by his brash tones as others would be.
"Oh i'm not doing nothing." She assured him as she glanced around absent mindedly watched as the birds twittered and danced together, little robins perched on branches as the snow slowly melted under their tiny little feet. The soft whispers carried through the empty trees that seemed to sparkled in the sunlight against the frose and snow.
"I'm watching," She explained simply with a bemused smile. "It's very beautiful out here if you just look...listen." She whispered an odd serenity across her face.
"How was your christmas Mr Savien?"
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 23, 2007 21:48:07 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed to her words. She was dense, wasn't she? Well then. He bit back a look of disgust that threatened to cross his face.
"Christmas is a worthless holiday that has no right to be celebrated. My vacation was splendid."
Destrane shook his head, knowing he should ask her in return but deciding that she was too daft to strike up a worthy reply. "This place is as beautiful as my father's darkest dungeons," he leered at her, the wind ruffling his black hair slightly.
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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Dec 23, 2007 21:54:05 GMT -5
"Each to their own Mr Savien." She smiled at him gently seemingly not at all moved by his sharp tongue or the sudden outburst about his father that would make most people gasp.
"Beauty is just a perception." She whispered as she continued to gaze around her.
"I trust you've done your essay?"
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 23, 2007 21:56:38 GMT -5
Destrane shook his head. She was impossible. At her mention of the essay, he sneered at her, "I finished it before vacation really began, Professor."
Though the boy was a terror and feared by many, he did do his school work. With his father so serious about his education, he had to be on top of things. He muttered a spell under his breath and the paper appeared before them. "Here it is, if you'd like to have it."
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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Dec 23, 2007 22:19:49 GMT -5
"Thank you i'll get it marked for the start of term." She assured him taking the essay and banishing it with a flick of her wand to her private rooms. Destrane was a very impressive student regardless of how rude he could be.
*really crap one sorry*
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 24, 2007 9:46:00 GMT -5
Destrane nodded seriously. His dark eyes watched her intently. "Do you have anything difficult planned for this term that I should be worried about?" He wasn't looking to get ahead of the others, it would be a nice heads up, however, so he could figure out when he could train. <Aw, you're seeing his conscientious side> |
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