Post by Anastasiya Emilia Baroque on Jul 15, 2007 15:27:32 GMT -5
The doors to the entrance slowly opened, a young woman all of seventeen standing in the cold. The cloak clasp with silver blowing lightly in the wind. the doors stopped with a creak and a older man quickly hurried over to her just in time to catch the cloak that had slipped from her fingers. She walked down the hall her black heels resonating eerily off of the stone walls. People who were in the hall with this woman automatically slid to the side there backs against to frigid stone and there hands clamped to there sides. In comparison the sight was quite hysteracal. I petite 5 foot 7 frame dressing in heels a tight black skirt that ran tightly over her hips and thighs stopping at her knees and a simple green blouse. Her long raven hair pulled back away from her face and loose along her back. Making men 6 feet plus with sinister looks and wands at the ready cower against the wall as if she were the Dark Lord himself.
She waved off a few who were trying to bow her her with a flick of her wrist at which their eyes got wide and and they shot across the hall to open spaces against the stone. She smirked and kept walking. She loved the power she felt here. How her presence could change these evil power hungry men into meek mice. She made it to the dungeons without another incidence. She waved her hand and the door to the dungeon flew open with a loud bang and watched as two of the new fledglings jumped a foot in the air. Oh lord
"You two out. With nerves like that you will be dead in a week."
She waved them off as they scampered out of the room. She knew they would be back in a week trying yet again to have the mark placed on them. She waved her hand again and the door slammed shut. Yes kids all without a wand. Being high on the evil totem pole had its perks. She took a lap around the fledglings only three others actually turning with her never exposing their backs. What smart little marionettes. She dismissed the others and turned her attention to the last three.
"Hand over your wands."
With that two of them fumbled with their wands that were tucked into the waist band of their jeans. Her eyes fell on the boy in the middle who of anything tightened his grip on the wand that had been in his hand since she threw open the door. She shook her head and took the wands of the two and laughed a bit menacingly.
"So now that I have your wands what do you expect to protect yourself with if say I decide to kill you off right here or now. Well not that you could if I decided to kill you but you get my point. There is no honor among thieves or Death Eaters for that matter so remember that before you come back."
She tossed her wands at their feet and they scrambled to pick theirs up before turning around and high tailing it out of the room. As soon as the door clicked she let a smile draw over her face and she examined the boy. He must have been about 16 or seventeen like herself but he had the knowledge of a much older person, again liker herself, and she could see that without even having to talk to him.
"Wait here."
She walked back the door in the far dark corner of the dungeon and knocked softly twice the door slowly opening almost instantly after her hand hit the solid wood the second time. She walked back to the boy and stood straight her hands clenched behind her back and her eyes watching the figure emerging from the room behind the door. Yes it was him, the Dark Lord himself. The few Death Eaters in the room falling into such a deep bow she waiting for them to come up and see a dirt smudge on the tips of each nose. She wouldn't be surprise and that was the sad part. The Dark Lord walked over to her and she curtsied slightly coming back up her eyes looking straight at him.
"'ello my pet."
He took her hand and kissed it softly with his deformed and slightly nonexistent mouth. She smiled warmly back and gestured to the boy explaining his smarts in the somewhat pop quiz they gave all the fledglings. Her and the Death Eaters were dismissed while the Dark Lord spoke to the boy alone and moments later you could hear a scream and then nothing. Emmy pushed open the door to see the boy kneeling on the floor grasping his arm tightly and the far door closing slightly with a click. All was final.
The woman walked down the hall the boy next to her but slightly behind her shoulder his hand still clenching his arm but more from reality to what had just happened then out of pain. Another set of doors open and they were in the dinning hall and seconds latter they were greeted by hundreds of chairs scrapping back and a black mass all rising as one. Yes she did have a lovely effect on people that never grew old. As she walked down the row to the front her eye was caught by a boys face. Someone who she hadn't seen here before. Or had but not more then a handful of times. Who was he. She just couldn't put her finger on it. She continued walking and then up the steps to a small stage in the front of the hall the black mass all turning theirs eyes on her.
"I would like all of you to welcome our newest. Mr. Blackmore."
A typical day in the lie of our miss Anastasiya.
{If you are interested in joining tell me and I can change it a bit to give you a good entrance. There is one now with the boy in the hall but its a bit vague}
She waved off a few who were trying to bow her her with a flick of her wrist at which their eyes got wide and and they shot across the hall to open spaces against the stone. She smirked and kept walking. She loved the power she felt here. How her presence could change these evil power hungry men into meek mice. She made it to the dungeons without another incidence. She waved her hand and the door to the dungeon flew open with a loud bang and watched as two of the new fledglings jumped a foot in the air. Oh lord
"You two out. With nerves like that you will be dead in a week."
She waved them off as they scampered out of the room. She knew they would be back in a week trying yet again to have the mark placed on them. She waved her hand again and the door slammed shut. Yes kids all without a wand. Being high on the evil totem pole had its perks. She took a lap around the fledglings only three others actually turning with her never exposing their backs. What smart little marionettes. She dismissed the others and turned her attention to the last three.
"Hand over your wands."
With that two of them fumbled with their wands that were tucked into the waist band of their jeans. Her eyes fell on the boy in the middle who of anything tightened his grip on the wand that had been in his hand since she threw open the door. She shook her head and took the wands of the two and laughed a bit menacingly.
"So now that I have your wands what do you expect to protect yourself with if say I decide to kill you off right here or now. Well not that you could if I decided to kill you but you get my point. There is no honor among thieves or Death Eaters for that matter so remember that before you come back."
She tossed her wands at their feet and they scrambled to pick theirs up before turning around and high tailing it out of the room. As soon as the door clicked she let a smile draw over her face and she examined the boy. He must have been about 16 or seventeen like herself but he had the knowledge of a much older person, again liker herself, and she could see that without even having to talk to him.
"Wait here."
She walked back the door in the far dark corner of the dungeon and knocked softly twice the door slowly opening almost instantly after her hand hit the solid wood the second time. She walked back to the boy and stood straight her hands clenched behind her back and her eyes watching the figure emerging from the room behind the door. Yes it was him, the Dark Lord himself. The few Death Eaters in the room falling into such a deep bow she waiting for them to come up and see a dirt smudge on the tips of each nose. She wouldn't be surprise and that was the sad part. The Dark Lord walked over to her and she curtsied slightly coming back up her eyes looking straight at him.
"'ello my pet."
He took her hand and kissed it softly with his deformed and slightly nonexistent mouth. She smiled warmly back and gestured to the boy explaining his smarts in the somewhat pop quiz they gave all the fledglings. Her and the Death Eaters were dismissed while the Dark Lord spoke to the boy alone and moments later you could hear a scream and then nothing. Emmy pushed open the door to see the boy kneeling on the floor grasping his arm tightly and the far door closing slightly with a click. All was final.
The woman walked down the hall the boy next to her but slightly behind her shoulder his hand still clenching his arm but more from reality to what had just happened then out of pain. Another set of doors open and they were in the dinning hall and seconds latter they were greeted by hundreds of chairs scrapping back and a black mass all rising as one. Yes she did have a lovely effect on people that never grew old. As she walked down the row to the front her eye was caught by a boys face. Someone who she hadn't seen here before. Or had but not more then a handful of times. Who was he. She just couldn't put her finger on it. She continued walking and then up the steps to a small stage in the front of the hall the black mass all turning theirs eyes on her.
"I would like all of you to welcome our newest. Mr. Blackmore."
A typical day in the lie of our miss Anastasiya.
{If you are interested in joining tell me and I can change it a bit to give you a good entrance. There is one now with the boy in the hall but its a bit vague}
