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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 8, 2007 11:21:36 GMT -5
Destrane made his way towards the fourth floor, his expression set in stone. He came up to the entrance to the Headmaster's office, a smirk forming. Oh yes, it was good, not having that old man running things anymore. The boy came up to the door to Snape's office and paused.
"Professor Snape," he called in his cold voice as he knocked on the door. Arms folded as he then waited for admittance.
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 8, 2007 11:42:23 GMT -5
Severus had just finished with the last of bit of paperwork for his “Lord” when the knock came. Placing his quill into is holder he blew on the paper drying the ink before placing it in the pile to be sent out. Wiping his hands he looked up at the door, calling out to the person who was some what bothering him.
“Enter!”
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 8, 2007 11:45:08 GMT -5
A small laugh escaped him. This was going to be amusing. Destrane pushed open the door, stepping into the office calmly. He let the door then lock behind him as his gaze focused on Snape.
"Headmaster," he greeted softly, though there was no respect in his voice. "I trust you had a good holiday vacation?" A sneer formed. It was no secret that he hated Christmas.
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 8, 2007 12:13:25 GMT -5
“Ah, Mr. Savien come in” He said barely looking up at the boy as he went back to other tasks needed to keep the school running.
“Not particularly” he looked up at the boy his hands folded before him, a bored look on Severus’ face “What may I help you with?”
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 8, 2007 12:17:02 GMT -5
Destrane made his way over to the desk and placed both hands upon it, leaning forward. "My father has sent me orders for you." He glanced around and glared at the portraits. "And I don't care that there are ears in here. These orders cannot be ruined by spies."
He straighted up, black robes flowing around his form. The Slytherin leaned back against one of the empty chairs, thinking about the wording he would use. "You are to start punishing those who deserve it, even from Slytherin House. The Dark Lord has also appointed me the task of punishing those who you do not and he wants you to make sure I stay out of trouble while doing so." His voice was cold yet emotionless. This was a job, nothing more.
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 8, 2007 12:38:03 GMT -5
He looked at the portraits then back at the boy, “Who are they going to tell? Hmm?”
He sat back listening to the boy as he gave off the Dark Lord’s list of demands his hands folded together in front of his face. “Surely it has been forgotten, Savien, that my greatest joy is sending the little brats of this school to detention and other sorts of punishment. Does he want me to bring back torturing the students? Filch has been missing the screams.”
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 8, 2007 12:41:05 GMT -5
Destrane chuckled and shrugged. "He wasn't specific. I believe, if he had very important plans, he would have just come to tell you himself." He paused and pulled out his wand to look at it carefully.
"Torturing is the way to go, Snape. Surely you must know that." He looked up at the man, the dimly lit office shadowing his face. The scar he recieved for one failed mission, as a ten year old, would always remain on his cheek. There seemed to be no mercy left within his life. "And let it be known that the use of the Unforgivables is allowed here."
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 8, 2007 12:48:57 GMT -5
“Torturing it shall be then.” He said only looking at the scar once. He remembered when boy had received it, and the punishment that went around to the others that was presence when the boy had failed.
“I will put out a notice in the morning stating that from now on, all punishments will be done by me and for the professors to send the wrong doers to my office.” He stated as he took out another scroll scribbling things down.
“Is that all?”
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 8, 2007 12:51:06 GMT -5
He stood straight and stretched. The boy didn't completely trust Severus, but he didn't voice it. "Yes, that is all."
Destrane pulled his hood over his head so he could get back to the dorms without having to worry about being caught by one of the pathetic Hogwarts Professors. "Have a nice evening," his voice was cutting as he tilted his head and left.
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