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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 8, 2007 22:53:11 GMT -5
11 year old Helena Moore sat besides the lake at Hogwarts, her legs tucked very lady like beneath her as she gazed off into the distance. She was such a serious little girl, her brown eyes never twinkled with joy. She was the daughter of a martyred Death Eater, a man glorified for his deeds by one side villanized by the same deeds on the other. No one ever thought about his little girl, the one being he loved or the fact they beheaded him in a most medieval way right before her eyes.
The loner girl sighed and shuffled bring her knees beneath her chin, and looked behind as if she expected someone to come talk to her.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 10, 2007 17:14:16 GMT -5
Destrane walked along the grounds, paying little attention to the boys around him, talking excitedly. He wasn't the social type and he made it clear time and time again. The first year looked up when he noticed another Slytherin by the lake. Who was this? Oh, he recognized her from the Common Room.
The boy walked over to the lake, ditching the group. His expression was hard to read as he lowered himself to sit next to her. "Hello there," he murmured, to start conversation. Hmm, odd. He hated other people usually.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 10, 2007 20:22:22 GMT -5
Helena’s head turned slight acknowledging his presence next to her. Her dark brown eyes scanned his face before turning her body all the way toward him. Propping herself up on one arm she looked curiously at the boy who spoke to her.
“Hello..” she said in an unbelievable soft voice, and a rarity of rarities a soft smile. “What’s your name?” She remembered his face, he was first year and a loner like her.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 10, 2007 20:30:12 GMT -5
Destrane decided to make himself comfortable. As he settled in, the boy turned to face her, the movement bringing his features completely into detail, including the infamous scar all the Death Eaters knew about.
"Destrane Savien, yours?" he held out his hand, ignoring the others who were calling for him. They could very well damn wait.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 10, 2007 20:36:01 GMT -5
Helena looked at him her eyes landing on the scar. Reaching out she touched it, knowing how he received it from the Dark Lord. Her late father had many, she remember, from his youth and failed missions. She wasn’t disturbed or frightened by it, enchanted more like it.
“Helena Moore” She replied back shaking his hand before turning her attention back to the scar. “HE gave it to you didn’t he?”
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 10, 2007 20:39:20 GMT -5
The boy couldn't prevent his eyes from closing as her hand came up to touch the scar that marred his cheek.
"I recieved it last year," he replied softly, placing his hand on her's for a split second. "Because I got scared of a mission he had me go on. The Death Eater with me was killed because of my foolishness," his voice was soft as he looked into her face carefully.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 10, 2007 20:47:03 GMT -5
“You were only ten, being scared isn’t foolishness.” She said, her finger tracing it gently, as if she thought it would hurt him still. She smiled again as he placed his hand over hers her chocolate colored eyes baring into his.
“The Death Eater should have taken better care of himself.” She said, slightly protective of this new found friend she suddenly had.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 10, 2007 20:51:20 GMT -5
Destrane grinned at her boyishly. "I'm only eleven now," he replied lightly before smiling happily. "Yea, he should of. I bet my father would have killed him if he hadn't already met his demise," his voice was light, his emerald green eyes looking into her face happily.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 10, 2007 21:12:51 GMT -5
“Had he been on that mission with my father, before the Ministry murdered him, that death eater wouldn’t have made it back to Headquarters.” She said, nodding her head slightly as she stared back at him. A glint of pride sparkled in her eyes about her father. “You’re HIS son …”
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 10, 2007 21:17:06 GMT -5
Destrane listened to her. He smiled slightly. It was nice, hearing about people who were actually loyal. A small laugh escaped him as she realized his identity. "Please don't tell anyone, not until He takes over, yea?" His expression was calm and happy.
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Post by Helena Savien on Dec 10, 2007 21:34:31 GMT -5
“Don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret.” She smiled bigger as she moved closer her voice becoming more of a whisper. Her hand moved to covers his as they sat there. “I promise.” That was the truth, she barely talked to her professors much less anyone else. Destrane was the first person she had a decent conversation with in ages.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 10, 2007 21:37:51 GMT -5
Destrane nodded to her firmly and lay down in the grass. He gazed up at her, smirking slightly. "Good, thank you."
His attention focused on her, serious this time, "One day this school will fall and all those fools will be gone for good."
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