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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 19:30:46 GMT -5
Gabrielle Ivy walked swiftly down a face-covered corridor on the third floor, pacing three times parallel with the only blank space on the wall. He grinned when the wooden doors appeared in the stone wall, and he slipped through them as silently as possible. He had called Destrane to his office earlier that morning during class, and said that it was due time that they had a lesson. Of course, the younger boy had understood what he meant, and Gabe sent him on his way, no one suspecting a thing. He glaced at his watch and sighed; 6:24.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 16, 2007 19:34:21 GMT -5
Destrane Savien stood, stretching as he pushed away from the main couch in the Slytherin common room. He turned his head from side to side, listening to his neck crack. Good, with the tension released, he would be able to go to his lessons with Gabrielle. The boy had known exactly what was meant when the Professor had talked to him earlier in the day and he was looking forward to this.
He made his way up the various flights of stairs until he reached the third floor. From there he reached the wall that hid the Room of Requirements. Clearing his mind and focusing on wanting to find it, a smirk touched his lips as the wooden door appeared. Pushing it open and letting it close behind him, the Dark Lord's heir approached Professor Ivy with a small smirk on his lips.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 19:55:10 GMT -5
Gabe didn't even have to turn around to know who was behind him; the room would only let the one he wanted in, anyway. "You're nine minutes late." he said, his voice without expression or emotion. His wand was drawn and the room was twice as long as it was wide - the perfect dueling arena. "I would expect that from your sister, but now you, Destrane."
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 16, 2007 19:58:29 GMT -5
He grinned at the man, pulling out his wand as he walked around the room. "Well then, you must be out of the loop...I have a girlfriend that I must attend to and rest is often needed," his voice was sly as he leered at the older man. Destrane wasn't looking to be a brat right now, but he enjoyed teasing his mentors, especially since they tended to be on good terms no matter what.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 20:02:27 GMT -5
Gabe couldn't resist the chuckle that escaped his lips. "Well, I suppose you're allowed a moment's rest." he said, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "I should know how very exhausting women can be." I've taken enough to bed. he thought, his lips turning up in a smirk. "Now, on to business. What did dear Bellatrix attempt to teach you?" It was common knowledge that Gabe was not incredibly fond of Bella; she was the only woman he could not bring to bed.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 16, 2007 20:04:46 GMT -5
Destrane twirled his wand between his fingers, grinning. "Nothing you're allowed to know about," he replied lightheartedly. His emerald eyes shined brightly, a dark smile forming on his lips. Only three people knew of his animagus form and it was going to stay like that unless he was told otherwise. "Are we working on something new today or improving from old lessons?"
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 20:19:40 GMT -5
Rielle smiled softly and thought of what he wanted to do. "How about we work on your moving transformations first, then move on to some spell work." he replied simply, conjuring a chair for himself before taking a seat and crossing his legs. "I've only seen you transform standing still, and Merlin knows you'll have to do it on the run when you start your missions."
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 16, 2007 20:25:14 GMT -5
Destrane frowned. This would be slightly difficult. He put his wand back into the pockets of his robes before letting out a breath. After a moment, he began walking around the room, seeming to be deep in thought. Suddenly his limbs morphed, lowering him to the ground and into his animagus form. It was slow, but he still has a long ways to go with perfecting his canine form. While the actual appearance was perfect, it took too long to change into and change back from.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 20:31:37 GMT -5
Gabe nodded in approval, scrutinizing the young wolf's form, looking for mistakes. "Good." he muttered plainly, standing and clasping his hands in front of him. "Transform while running now." His face was expressionless as he waited for his student to do as he was told.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 16, 2007 20:34:05 GMT -5
Destrane came back to his normal form, shaking his head to clear it. His expression was fairly annoyed, he could do better and Voldemort wouldn't be pleased with what he had just done. The boy then moved over to a wall and ran from it, transforming in mid step. It was clear that transforming in a hurry was easier for him because of the pressure of doing so.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 20:40:41 GMT -5
Rielle merely nodded and sat back down. "Good, good." he muttered, conjuring a second chair and gesturing Destrane take a seat once he was human again. "Have you been practicing the Cruciatus curse on anything living?" he asked, extracting his wand from the inside pocket of his robes. "Spiders are suitable, but larger things really allow you to see the effects."
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 16, 2007 20:43:08 GMT -5
Destrane laughed lightly, changing back and taking a seat. He leaned back and yawned, teasingly looking bored. "My father requires me to torture prisoners in Riddle Manor to keep my Unforgivables up to scratch," he tilted his head and conjured a glass of butterbeer spiked with firewhiskey. "Want some?"
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 20:45:16 GMT -5
Gabrielle chuckled and took the bottle from the underaged boy before taking a long sip and handing it back. "How about defensive spells?" he asked, the burn from the alcohol still warming his throat. "I'm sure you don't have to practice those over the summer."
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 16, 2007 20:47:11 GMT -5
Destrane took another sip, smiling slightly as the alcohol burned his own throat. He took his wand out once more, twirling slightly. "I haven't worked on them, no." The boy grinned at him then, raising an eyebrow. "I suppose that that's what we're supposed to be doing?"
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 16, 2007 20:55:35 GMT -5
Gabe shrugged, then let a throaty chuckle lose from the confines of his throat. "I suppose." he said, still chuckling slightly. "The easiest is Protecto of course. Simply rebounds what's been sent to you back to the sender." In the room appeared a dummy, obviously meant to be practiced on. Gaberielle chuckled. "I suppose it's supposed to d-" before he could finish his sentence, the otherwise lifeless manikin shot a spell his way, the simple Expelliarmous hitting him square in the chest, causing him to flip backward in his chair. He quickly jumped to his feet and brushed himself off, his wand in hand. "Fucking castle." he muttered, glaring at the now still figure.
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