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 Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 11:17 am
 This is Dean Forthwright's smallest property. It's located a little ways south of Ottery St. Catchpole. While the property is a bit run-down, it is one of Dean's most protected safehouses. The house is 1 bed 1 bath, with a small living room that doubles as a kitchen and dining room. Dean usually rents this to a single person who doesn't need much space. Current Residents: William Dante Nott the Third
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Posted: Sat Jul 20, 2013 7:26 am
When you came in the air went out,
And every shadow there filled up with doubt,
I don’t know who you think you are but before the night is through 𝕺cclumens 𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third 𝕳eir of 𝕯uke of 𝖂ales, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni 
Ottery St. Catchpole, he regarded with silent detachment. Perhaps at one point in his life, it might have meant something, but not anymore. Not really. The families of magic that lingered here were of no more importance than the ants, lizards, roaches and spiders that called the underbelly of this house their home. Still, it would have been nice to think he could have been so close to his dear aunt. But she was gone. Where? He didn’t know. He had the faintest itch in his heart that his uncle had known, refused to speak, and here he was—in the unknowing.
How he hated it.
Gold eyes stared out the window of this house, that, perhaps, he might call home one day, if only for a time. The trees towered high and thick, and town wasn’t so far from view, though, once the creep of night had crawled its belly over the earth, the shadows would dance and it would seem that miles separated him from their world. And for all the gold spent on protection, well, he better damn well be.
He spun on his heel away from the window and let the drapes fall back to shield him from the waning orange sunset that glowed amidst the canopy outside. Perilous eyes darted back and forth, the house was mostly vacant, save for all of the tousled scrolls, opened books, discarded parchments, rolled up newspapers, littered quills and ink blots, vials neatly stacked upon the kitchen counter and a pensieve where he supposed a table should have been, if this were a normal home, anyway. For a man with articulate and obsessive compulsion disorder, he was a bit shocked with himself, to be true.
But there was no organization in this mess, if there was he’d have flown to the top instead of crawled through the dirt. Ancient texts of his uncles were littered in orderly chaos, each one right where it needed to be. He stepped over the tomes of dark magic, those of alchemical disturbances, and nefarious creatures. He nearly tripped over the book that detailed everything he’d ever needed to know about Inferi, told him all that he’d done, and dammit, he’d done it all! Perfect! Why wouldn’t it work?! He gritted his teeth and moved on until his fingers teased the cool glass of the misted vials lined in short rows. Each one pristinely kept, the labels with the familiar messy scrawl had read “Guiseley Nott,” and had the scribble of a date just below it.
His mother….
He hadn’t brought himself to watch any of those memories of her. Not yet. So much was on his mind still… Phinelia’s sudden bloody reappearance and Chords disheartening news.. His uncle was changing… and then there was Vincent.
But none of that really mattered now, he needed to focus. There were so many questions he had, for her, for her murderer….
Tay couldn’t wait another moment longer, he fished for the first memory, swiped the cork and dropped it to the floor as he poured the memory into the basin and held his breath.
”Remington, dear, won’t you help me?” The young and beautiful wife of William the Second had daintily offered her hand and that bright rock on her finger glinted in the high sun. Her round belly was swollen, she was with child, and a pure glow kissed her high cheekbones. The grace of Guiseley’s soft smile was a soothing sight to see, even for Remington, as he took her hand obediently.
”Guiseley—“ His lulling voice sifted weakly through. He couldn’t understand why she was idly waiting, but he should have known better than to speak out against it. She paused and turned to stare at him with eyes of innocence in full bloom, and he could only shake the thoughts away as he led her to the nursery. ”You should rest,” Remington had begun, but a petite and flighty hand had waved him away.
He wasn’t the type to argue, however, at least, not with her. A gracious nod and he turned to be on his way—that is, until he caught wisp of a very familiar wand. To be true, he’d never seen Guiseley’s wand so far away from her sights. And as he tossed a casual glance over his shoulder to affirm her disappearance, he seized the wand and took brisk steps out into the corridor. ”I shouldn’t be doing this, but…. Priori incantato,” he demanded swiftly. Guiseley’s wand imbued the dark shadow of truth as it burst with a life of lashing fire. A whip of fire formed at the end of her wand, and, for all the grace of Gods, he couldn’t begin to imagine what a loving housewife could possibly do with a whip of fire. So captivated in this revelation, he hadn’t even heard Guiseley enter the corridor once she realized her wand had gone missing.
”A curious little cockroach, aren’t you Remington?” Her soft voice plucked at hearts strings, invoking a sense of dread in him as he turned around. ”Your brother always did tell me of your sticky little fingers,” she smiled, snatched her wand from him and begged to offer a grin of mischief. ”Best we keep this little secret between us, hm?
“Wouldn’t want William to think you were trying to harass his new wife, would you?” She smiled slow and venomous. Remington almost didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to do, which was probably best, because before he could speak, her voice like sugar and honey wrapped around the arms of his older brother. His throat tightened, but he walked away, his mind whirling with the promise of her threats.
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Height: 6’2” ♜ Weight: 185 ♜ Age: 18
In the Safehouse alone
╚══════════════╝ I wanna do bad things with you.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 5:16 pm
When you came in the air went out,
And every shadow there filled up with doubt,
I don’t know who you think you are but before the night is through 𝕺cclumens 𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third 𝕳eir of 𝕯uke of 𝖂ales, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni 
They appeared with a deafening crack that shook the glass of every window in the home. They all stood in silence for a moment, and, he could only wonder what would happen next. Static electricity pulsated through him as he exchanged glances between both girls. Now would beg the question, who’s going to kill him first?
He blinked again, that was quite pessimistic wasn’t it? Maybe this would all end in one happy reunion? He almost snorted. Likely, she’d be furious he’d stolen her from the battlegrounds. Irritated that he’d even be there. Writhing that he’d dare to think that she might even need saving. And poisonous to be separated from her little chimeras.
Silence, it was golden.
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Height: 6’2” ♜ Weight: 189 ♜ Age: 18
Safehouse #2
with Michelle and Phinelia
╚══════════════╝ I wanna do bad things with you.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 6:14 pm
phinelia von ichval   apprentice - potioneer
flint family - daughter
ex - ravenclaw▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson
╔══════════════════╗Her wrist had been grabbed and she felt numb surprise at her lack of reaction. Her reflexes seemed dismantled from the break they had had when she shot at him, a viper's teeth embedded into the back of a rat, and now the gears were locked, unloaded.
The sound of a crack broke the air before another thought could be born, much less a moment, and the familiar sensation like being pressed with every pressure form all sides slapped her. If she hadn't been aware what Nott was doing then, she knew now and she willed herself not to struggle in fear of being spliced into the spaces and interiors she saw flash by as the three apparated together to Merlin knows where. Phi held still, stone in his grip neither moving away or into him, never succumbing to the pressure of the tube of speed more than she needed to. In the few seconds of their travel she tried to swallow past the cloud in her chest with no success.
Then they cracked back into presence.
She gasped for air, but every dignity retained and every grace she still had alive; she had apparated enough in the past years that there were no side effects any longer beyond the confusion of where it was she found herself; where it was someone had put her this time. And just as that thought began to move around of the very brink of existence, Phi's eyes swept back onto Tay, still unaware of the third in their company. She saw a contemplation in him that was not familiar and again her blood began to boil; the moment she had saw him she reacted as he had - they were back. Back to their days in Hogwarts with their friends at each other's throats but the two of them always hesitant in some vague way, eyeing each other with nameless glares rather than with blood. They intrigued each other, experiments for one another to try and dissect, an algorithm to solve. They stole the sanity of the other one bit at a time until they were on the steps of the tower, the book between them and more history than they would ever dare to know at that time.
But they knew it now, and there were in reality now, with three years ripped apart form what would have been a wondrous dance on blood-slick floors with their shoes never slipping. Instead now they knew each other in some different, fresh way (Phi could see it in the gold and she was sure he could see it in the fiery dark). They knew of the memories of those woman who were both now dead, but similar even in that. Memories that weren't their but knowledge that they now branded and bit their teeth into.
Phi could see he knew more about her, maybe he even knew who she was already.
No.
He had, he had known. For years before the idea even muttered in her own brain. He had known, she had seen it in those misty pools with smoke lips breathing the hints and muted golden eyes widening in realization. It was realization, he knew.
And suddenly she was no longer angry.
Suddenly she was back at her earlier thought and it made her eyes stir away from his form and to the surroundings around them, the ones he had commanded them to. It was unfamiliar and he eyes finally hit the figure that was even more so and she felt herself gasp. Phi did not know whether to mutter apology to the girl in front of her or to demand who she was as if it had been her breaking the company between them rather than herself.
Molten vision fell on the floor and she sighed, breathing in the dim familiarity of it that swirled on the edges of her reason. At least she hoped he wouldn't dare say he had protected her from some hex she had not noticed flying towards her back. Or that this was safe now.
She prayed this was just a lapse of his frayed judgment - it must be, she saw his hesitation and weary worry - but for some reason she was afraid it was a sentiment.
Without a word she simply breathed deeply once more, eyes sober, and glanced tiredly for a chair and approached the first she saw. Neither sliding nor sitting down into it, she fell into its old cushions like a rock being dropped from a varied height, and slouched. Eyes burning the details of her wand into her memory as she fidgeted with it in her hand. "This seems like a slightly easier place to talk," she murmured, a purr of a voice in her chest, herself not caring whether it had the strength to reach either of the strangers she was with, "Bit less chaos,"
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 7:13 pm
When you came in the air went out,
And every shadow there filled up with doubt,
I don’t know who you think you are but before the night is through 𝕺cclumens 𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third 𝕳eir of 𝕯uke of 𝖂ales, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni
Gut wrenching truths pierced in deep, dragged the serrated blade to twist and spiral and turn, tight, right in his chest. The stony truth collided in his heart, force of pressure building together, tighter and tighter, until it exploded. Mountains carved from the pressure burst from his heart, stony altitudes of memories past. She chipped it all away, however, left him raw and bruised… Broken, even. She hadn’t said a word, but her eyes had done it all for him. Daring him, accusing him of knowing what he shouldn’t have, of lying and deceiving and keeping it from her. So she did know. He gulped. Just one look, and he’d sworn her fist had flown into him. His jaw felt strung together by rusted wire, it hurt too much move. And gold eyes lost their gleam, no longer holding that mischievous glitter of statuesque royalty so akin to him.
Mangled throat, his tongue was strangled under the wrestling weight of secrets dying to pour out. There was so much he wanted to know, needed to know. So little time to sit and wonder; he should just ask! But how? How?
He parted his lips as though to speak, but again, his voice had tripped and was caught in a trap, hung upside down to dangle in defeat. Left for the crows to feast on. He could almost feel their beaks, too, picking away the flesh, nipping at scabs, widening the wound; their salted tears stinging.
”Chaos, hm?” Tay spoke up quietly, his voice highlighting an air of snide humor. They both knew she only ever thrived when she was in the heart of chaos. Whether admitted or not, they both knew it to be true.
A heavy breath dropped from his lips, so silent, but it screamed in his ears. This was now the second time that he’d dragged Michelle in the middle of him and another ghost of his past. First Zane, and now Phinelia—would Colton be next? He could only wonder. ”I heard you found your father, is it true..? And your mother…?” Is she dead? But he couldn’t form the words, couldn’t say what he’d been too scared to say all this time.
Could she really be gone? After all this time? Her letters still littered the floor around his bed here, not but several rooms away. She seemed so close; he would have picked Krina from the stars and brought her down here, if he could. It’d only made sense, though, that he’d lose the only one he ever really trusted. And at that thought, he glanced back at Michelle. Was he damned? Would he be destined to lose her too?
”How rude of me,” he cut through, never gracing Phi with the chance to answer before he quickly filled introduction. The girls obviously weren’t going to do it themselves. ”Michelle… this is Phinelia….” He paused, what did he say now? She was his mortal enemy for a time? She undermined any and every thing he’d ever accomplished? She, at one time, had held his every secret and yet never threatened to release them onto the world. But she never had to, and she knew that, didn’t she? ”We were in the same year,” he finally explained with a nod. ”However, she left, right after OWLS, I think it was?
“Just up and disappeared, you and your boyfriend both. You’ll never understand what you put them through.” He chastised Phinelia. Ha! As if he really cared how Ronyo or Jane faired. ”And this, is Michelle.
“She’s got a penchant for being at the wrong place at the wrong time….. Just like me.” He added in, though none of it was truly necessary. Not really. He didn’t know why this word vomit was just, coming out. He couldn’t stop it! Just couldn’t help himself!
”And you did well to leave a shroud of mystery, didn’t you? As was evident of the letter you sent me, tell me, did Hermes ever make it back to you?” He wondered, quite curious, feigned as it was. He knew exactly where Hermes was. In the bellies of Chords ravens.
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Height: 6’2” ♜ Weight: 189 ♜ Age: 18
Safehouse #2
with Michelle and Phinelia
╚══════════════╝ I wanna do bad things with you.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 7:44 pm
  ஐ Pureblood ஐ Fifth Year ஐ Single ஐ
ஐShow me how to lie. You’re getting better all the timeஐ
ஐAnd as you step back into line. A mob jumps to their feetஐ
ஐNow dance, dance Man, he never had a chanceஐ
❧❧❧❧❧❧Michelle had only just barely caught sight of Ada rushing towards her before her hand was crushed in Tay's grasp along with the redhead's wrist and they were gone. As soon as they had appeared somewhere else, the Slytherin immediately scooted a couple steps closer to Tay as silver eyes roamed over the place. She hadn't seen this one before, but he always did tend to take her to new places every time he whisked her away.
❧❧❧❧❧❧ Eyes flowed over things scattered about the room before finally falling on the red head. Who was she? How did she know Tay? And why did Michelle want to choke her or knock her out or something. She refused to let her emotions boiling inside her effect the icy cold mask she wore as silver eyes bore into the girl, trying to find her way into all the cracks in the girl and tear her apart. She couldn't help the smirk that crawled onto her lips as the girl finally noticed her and gasped in what could only be construed as shock.
❧❧❧❧❧❧ As the girl moved to a chair, Michelle just took a step closer until she basically pressed against Tay. Cold eyes watched the girl. She wanted to know, but she wouldn't ask. Not right now. She would get her answers one way or another though. She always did. Even when the puzzle wasn't just right she always found the pieces to put it together. Finally breaking away from her study silver eyes darted up to Tay's face. The look on his face was almost one of apprehension and that made her all the more curious
❧❧❧❧❧❧.Curious as to who this woman was and how she fit in..... and how long it would take to force her right back out. The past was one thing, but Michelle didn't like people encroaching on her territory. Her bloody fingers were still tightly woven in his grasp and she didn't even think of changing that as she tried to fit it all together and watched the two of them curiously. Not saying a word. But of course she couldn't stop herself. Not when her curiosity was clawing at her like a caged beast. "Who is she?" Her eyes flicked back to Tay's face, and immediately seemed as if the girl was not even there. Silver eyes stared up at him, curious as ever. With anyone else her emotions would be hidden behind ice, locked and trapped inside, but he could read her whether or not she wanted him to, so she honestly saw no point in trying to deny it... deny him...
❧❧❧❧❧❧Almost as if he hadn't even heard her question, he answered. His answer though left her wondering so much more. It was obvious the girl was not just a class mate. There was a history here and Michelle would figure it out. His introduction of her though almost made her laugh. It wasn't a full description of her, but it was quite true. She hummed thoughtfully on it silver eyes staring up at him curiously. She was only curious about Phinelia because of him, so why should she pay any attention to the red head when she knew she'd get any answers possible from him. She didn't need any attention or even recognition from Michelle.
ஐWith a thousand lies, and a good disguiseஐ
ஐHit ‘em right between the eyesஐ
ஐWhen you walk away, nothing more to sayஐ
ஐSee the lightning in your eyes. See ‘em running for their livesஐ
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 2:52 pm
phinelia von ichval apprentice - potioneer
flint family - daughter
ex - ravenclaw▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson
╔══════════════════╗The moments ticked past as they spoke and muttered their thoughts to themselves silently and as they did Phi found herself realizing that sitting down had been a poor decision. She did not want to stand, she could not find any thread or feeble wish inside of her to do so, to even think about doing it with any shred of will. She wondered if a wand was raised to her now if she would do more than simply shuffle in the cushions. The damned thing wasn't even comfortable. It was was ragged and aged and disused to a foul degree like the rest of the strange house, like all the rest of the surroundings, like the air between Flint and Nott.
It wasn't even exhaustion holding her down now, but a mind that seemed to have fossilized, slowing every current of thought and freezing over the spring where there was reason. No, not exhaustion, or maybe it was only exhaustion? Maybe that was all she was now, after the battles and the wounds and the tears that had torn her apart form the inside out. Maybe that is all she could be now, and only force smiles and wish the happiness she beamed to be genuine when in company of those few. Maybe she had absorbed the curse that she had witness every night for two years and taken it as her own, willed it from Alfons Flint's shoulders and clasped them to her own like a cloak.
Her head perked up from the burrowing gaze she had locked on her wand when Tay began to speak. The words were forced, but then too free and Phi's brow spiked at the unbalance that he threw at her. It was like nothing had changed and that made her angry. But not as angry as his words. The girl felt her back arch, as if it possessed quills it could flash in aggression, and eyes relight. Her full lips parts and twisted into a snarl, words on her tongue but he was already rushing faster into another thought. And then another and another an she was absorbing everything with serene clarity but still wondered if he was not giving her a chance to speak in or if her mind truly had become stone and she was just sitting there, jaw unhinged.
He was asking about her father because he knew, his mother because he had seen, introducing because it was his upbringing (or maybe similarly poor judgment), accusing because it is what he did, and hinting because he wasn't innocent.
Each of his words was like a drain, and as they rushed past her clear but stagnant mind, they took some of that fire that had suddenly exploded in her when he had begun. By the end, by the end when he had accused her of hurting her friends, attempted to excavate answers, and practically shown the dead stillness of her owl to her, she was exhausted again.
But there were no bags under her eyes, no nervous tremors that hinted at an breaking, no dependency on calming solutions that only brought on more silent fears. She simply hadn't slept well last night.
"Of course he didn't," she said quietly, sternly, with cold fingers, "He was never meant to. You read my letter," my childish letter, "he was not to return unless he found you, and I knew that if he found you he wouldn't return. I know you like to hurt things, William, like to have control," Phi sighed then, but it simply sounded like breathing,
"I understand what I put them through, as you phrased it," she sneered solemnly, "Very well, because when I got back I asked them and they didn't lie to me. I hurt them by leaving but there is only so much I can control, I don't try to delude myself of that," she jabbed, knowing it would hit, "And I am sorry Michelle," she said finally, voice suddenly betraying more than just deadpanned tone. There was true apology in her voice as her eyes moved to the young girl, "I didn't mean to interrupt, seems to be becoming a habit of mine," she feigned humor for a second with a small smile to match, but then in faded.
"I am glad you found someone, Tay," his name wasn't spat this time, there wasn't venom there as there always was. Her voice was still soft, still with apology in its chords and it didn't want to sound sincere when it did.
"This is much better," she breathed under her breath, eyes miles away back in the pensive with gasping breath as the choked on the memory in her head, but here she was simply smiling and breathing.
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 5:22 pm
When you came in the air went out,
And every shadow there filled up with doubt,
I don’t know who you think you are but before the night is through 𝕺cclumens 𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third 𝕳eir of 𝕯uke of 𝖂ales, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni
He struck her, she struck him back, and they might as well have fallen with their backs to the floor. It was surreal, staring up at the sun as it baked them dry. Evaporated every drip of sweat and blood, it wasn’t needed here, not where the past stretched like the ocean and their memories riddled down to its depths. And the water was so sweet and smooth as it glided over his flesh and hers, in that stony basin of a pensieve they’ve fallen victim to. But no matter how honeyed the water, the ill begotten grains of sugar; it still cut deep. It flooded his mind for so long once upon a time ago, weathered down his sanity rock by mineral rock. A dry riverbed might as well have been under his feet now. It was all that was left of him.
He’d seen that spark come ablaze in her eyes as he’d had so many times before. The only vivid color in a world of black and white, that played and played in a continuous loop as the spinning reel played. And lies hidden in between every scene. He’d said them all, she’d heard them all. What was left to be said? A ghostly presence stirred him, and he barely darted those wretched eyes of gold to cast his light of the sun upon the moon, expecting everything to shine right back. He stood straighter, head held higher, a regal fire stolen only from past Hell’s gates. ”My, my, Phinelia, I would have never expected that.” He whipped with the clicking tsk of his hissing tongue. A suicide mission; no, he would have never expected that--or would he?
Her malicious words triggered a weaponized smile. ”I never touched your owl,” he admitted, stern, broken. Broken like a disease stealing every ounce of energy; untouched by medicines and herbs, evolving, multiplying, and growing. A severed head that sprouted two more in its place. But it was truth, all truth, it festered in him. He may have never laid a finger on that creature, that companion, but that was what killed it, wasn’t it?
A twitch, it happened so simply, he almost hadn’t even felt the building pressure had finally snapped, locked tendons in place with a closed fist. Delusions, he could have spat the word out of his mouth, if he wasn’t born so nobly. His only delusion was being so busy trying to hide his fear he was only scaring himself. A greedy child, again, on hands and knees looking under the bed and through the crack of light slit through the closet door. Greedy for answers, for truth, for assurance that these demons were real. Not just in his head, but tangible to feel. To toss from hand to hand like a smooth pebble, and cast it away to bounce in these waters that separated them. It was all he ever knew.
”You sound like you’ve gone mad.” He almost whispered innocently after a long stretch of muted tension; almost… concerned? Decidedly choosing what to ignore and what to pursue, he’d almost taken a step forward—but the spiked warmth tight around his hand, the beat pulsating deftly into his flesh from the heart of the girl of liquid fire had stopped him. And so he stayed, right beside her. ”Suppose I can’t blame you, all things considering,” he dared. But how much did he really know?
”Phinelia, I have a deal for you.”
A deal with the devil.
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Height: 6’2” ♜ Weight: 189 ♜ Age: 18
Safehouse #2
with Michelle and Phinelia
╚══════════════╝ I wanna do bad things with you.
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 10:14 pm
ஐ Pureblood ஐ Fifth Year ஐ Single ஐ
ஐShow me how to lie. You’re getting better all the timeஐ
ஐAnd as you step back into line. A mob jumps to their feetஐ
ஐNow dance, dance Man, he never had a chanceஐ
❧❧❧❧❧❧Michelle continued to listen quietly to the going on's, eyes now wandering about the.... shack... they were in. Silver only snapped back into focus at the sound of her name from the girl's lips. The girl was.... apologizing? But for what? Michelle was more than used to random people popping in and out as if they were nothing and everything all at once. Interrupt? A smirk crawled onto the Slytherin's lips.... but the red head only made it that much more interesting. Every moment spent with Tay, whether there be 'interruptions' or not, just gave her a few more pieces to her puzzle...... their game. What could possibly be more interesting than a mysterious girl from his past? .....Even if said girl, made Michelle want to tear faces off.
❧❧❧❧❧❧The fifth year had become lost in her own thoughts and hadn't the time to reply to the red head. It didn't bother her though. Michelle had already deemed her undeserving of even recognition, let alone responses. Her thoughts came reeling back to the present moment at the girl's next words though. Found someone? Much better? What was the girl talking about? What was the past history Michelle could not seem to uncover. What was the silver eyed girl missing? Teeth dug into pale lips as she tried to add together things that didn't even begin to relate. Grey eyes returned to Tay's face, calculating the look upon it. Oh how'd she'd love to learn what he was thinking every moment of the day..... but that'd also ruin her fun... wouldn't it? Licking her lips, eyes flickered between the two as he offered the red head something, but didn't move away from her or release her hand.
❧❧❧❧❧❧Such an interesting game. A never ending game. What had Michelle gotten herself into the moment her path crossed with Tay's?
ஐWith a thousand lies, and a good disguiseஐ
ஐHit ‘em right between the eyesஐ
ஐWhen you walk away, nothing more to sayஐ
ஐSee the lightning in your eyes. See ‘em running for their livesஐ
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 4:59 pm
phinelia von ichval apprentice - potioneer
flint family - daughter
ex - ravenclaw▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson
╔══════════════════╗And at this she growled. It was like a slow burning in her joints at first, surprisingly. Its beginning made it enigma, as though it was simply more blanketing lethargy comforting her further into the seat that she had called and possessed. However it grew, unlike a spark and unlike a swell, but more like the reversal of a rock smoothed by the currents of a brook. It grew a little larger, not much more, but it filled out its canvas of simplicity with pots, holes, flaws. It regrew thrones and defenses it hadn't realized it had shed over the course of time and set in the course of the water - it regrew its caution in a newer sense.
It spread from her joints - those knuckles and knees that felt like they would creak like rusted tin if moved - up into her sinews. Playing them like the guts of a cat, stretched onto the bidding neck of a cello. They tensed in spastic anger, latching onto only those words when all others had rolled off, "I don't want a deal with you, William," she spat, words flying along with her saliva onto the floorboards of the safe house, perhaps like acid, "What made you think I would have any other response than outright denial," her tone barked in anger.
From strings of the cello into the music of the cello. The throat of the wood never stirring even as it filled itself with the moisture of the blood of the stomach it had been stuffed into. Winds again, acidic winds of violent sound that resembled in some way some old fury, and smelled vaguely of meat.
"Was it maybe my anger at the very sight of you just moments ago?" she asked, thickly mocking curiosity not covering the acid, and perhaps not even trying to.
"Or my enthusiasm at being kidnapped by you, putting myself away to - what I can tell - is the farthest distance I can get from you?" Phi was beginning to grip the armrests of the chair with the joints that had previously been the source of this. Her head with its slap of red locks was rolling around in over-dramatic affect as she continued to sneer, "The only indicator I can see that allowed you to put those words past your mouth (I remember you being able to think things through better) is that fact that I am still here. And the reason I am still here isn't because I want a deal with you, Nott, it is because this is interesting!" Her hands or head hadn't gone up in any form of pointed indication to which this the redhead was referring to, but she did finally raise her molten eyes They were on Michelle first, and she observed the girl more closely. Something in her dark eyes changed then, something that had existed, now withered, when she had previously apologized. Her sneer didn't change, though, even when they were again on the young Nott boy and she finished her thought, "So, thank you, but no deals any more." she slammed the words down like stone onto the air between them, and it lay restlessly like stepping blocks in their distance. Her voice had been cold, dark and solid with none of the mockery or sarcasm - she sounded like Phinelia again. Like that time they both had riding in their heads of the memory of when she had told him he should never again dare to help her again. It was like a mirror. And again, it could be seen in her face - aged from that time, she would be back to the cold Ravenclaw with molten eyes he always found chillingly familiar, with understanding in her mind and her words always short and precise, like blades.
At least this she had learned from her father without ever needed him there to teach it, and she let the mask drop from her fingers as she finally stood up, in perhaps challenge. The new weight on her legs making the floor creak int the old sound, weaving together with the new one of settling metal, just above her right knee. Her back straightened, and she felt absolutely comfort in her hard glare into his eyes.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 3:21 pm
When you came in the air went out,
And every shadow there filled up with doubt,
I don’t know who you think you are but before the night is through 𝕺cclumens 𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third 𝕳eir of 𝕯uke of 𝖂ales, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni
He smiled then, it was carved deep— jagged—a serrated blade made a mockery out of this, with such reckless finesse it could have been by the hands of a greedy child. And for all the world, it might as well have been. She stood, and now, he tensed. His let his gaze drag across the room, over the spilt tomes and scattered texts, over the gray, articulate stony basin and the vials and vials of memories he’d stolen for his collection. ”Dammit, Phi, you owe me!” He seethed so suddenly, and that oblique pitch of gold hovered so distant, so threatening, the asteroid loomed overhead and left life itself on its toes wondering when it would strike down and devastate everything. Michelle now completely forgotten, he lurched forward, pounced in a single strike until his face was inches from hers. ”You know you do! He would have died. And you would have never ******** known why.” He spat. So simple, just a child’s game. He may have tossed the words like a cruel ragged cloth doll, but they were precious, and true. An aubergine diamond. It was all he had left. It was the blessing gift bestowed when Hell finally unleashed its pressure, when not only he, but Colton, were both free.
”I know what it did,” Without missing a beat, his finger pierced his temple, dug and drilled into the skin until a drop of blood surfaced. ”I know what it feels like—not being able to control yourself—but you wouldn’t know that, no. I’m sure he spared you that.” Rapid, feverish words spilled past the ravenous cavern, fanged at the mouth and too fast to be controlled. ”You don’t honestly believe after all of that time you would have had even a shred of chance of him telling you, of you just knowing, of finding Trinity, of saving him—!” Teeth grinded together to hold back from shouting, jaws clenched and shifted. Gods, how he hates him!
He took a step back; felt an itch under his skin where the scales of the beast inside reticulated. The fire in his heart thundered, roared, and pumped smoke to and from the black soot heartstring. Ice churned in his veins; what else could quell the madness seething in every fiber, every follicle and every pore? The dragon bore wings as his heart lifted and maybe now affected by her sudden lash at him when she never had before, but it didn’t last—it never did—her reticent nature shone through. You know I’m right. He almost wanted to scream. But he salted the wound enough for now. ”…..Just—just go.” Fists coiled together but no matter how clenched, no matter how far the chipped nails pierced to the bone, it hadn’t soothed him. He took a step back, and screamed. ”Get out!” Every vein popped from his skull to his neck and collar bone. The door roared wide open at the last drop of the syllable and darkness clawed in with greedy, ghastly hands from the world outside; from Ottery St. Catchpole, her new home.
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Height: 6’2” ♜ Weight: 189 ♜ Age: 18
Safehouse #2
with Michelle and Phinelia
╚══════════════╝ I wanna do bad things with you.
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 9:53 pm
phinelia von ichval apprentice - potioneer
flint family - daughter
ex - ravenclaw▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson
╔══════════════════╗Her eyes remained cold, glaring still and having no thoughts pass and she simply listened to his anger swell. Salty words plastered themselves to the roof of her mouth, keep her full lips shut and pressed into each other in silence like iron, glare of stone still. His words like harsh waves, spitting him from mouth and crashing against her. They rose tall, threatened strength, but as they fall down with their own multiplied gravity it is always with less power than they promised. But power nonetheless. But she could still hold her solid feet in the sand - both of them even.
And then he was suddenly before her, his heightened face filling the air she had just been breathing - setting fire to. Phi was suddenly reminded of his gained height and her teeth ground into each other and her hand quivered, wanting nothing more than to slap him in his stiff, unsmiling cheek. His next words - almost spat into her eyes - made self control irrelevant and his calloused hand crashed against his jaw. "I do not owe you anything for saving your own a**," she hissed low, ignoring the ache pooling under her fingers. "There are a lot of things I will never know, things I will never want to know. "
And then, just as suddenly, her eyes softened, the molten turning to something else. A different element, or perhaps not an element all together. Fire began to burn low, and even as the glare remained fixed between hard cheek and angled brow, it also turned into something it wasn't just moments ago. Thought pooled in those dark, Flint eyes and perhaps she was thinking his wonders over. Processing them between river bed and water wheel blade, slow and strangely un-pure in its perversion of natural flow. Thinking of implication of memory he was bringing to her attention - as thought it had not been weighing itself in anxiety on the very front of her mind since that very day; perhaps thinking about a life without Colton.
About a life without William.
And the he spoke again, and then he yelled and it all burst together with the bang and crack of the door whipping from its hinges to greet her with a sight she did not recognize. For a moment she wondered if it was simply what was outside these four old walls; the location he had put them at. But the misty framing of magic along each edge of the doorway gave away the fact that it was magic, and that he was giving her an exit to where ever that was. A grin found her eyes in the realization that William did not know where her father's manor rested. She returned to him, keeping no secret that the crashing door, like his very sudden advance on her previous, had made her flinch.
"He thought me dead, when he came back," her tone back to cold, and her glare returning to a semblance of strength again. Eyes never having shifted, even in anxious arc or twitch. "You should have seen his surprise when he realized it really was me. You looked just the same when you saw me today." And her eyes finally closed, sighed breath from her nose echoing between their organs with pulsed and worked in a sickly timed rhythm. And when her eyes opened again there was a shallow, marked knowing in them. A knowing that wasn't just for the boy in front of her, but one that connected them as thinly - though strongly - as the misted waters of the Pensieves connected to memories than no one wanted or was prepared to experience.
"It isn't me that owes you," she continued, in sudden vigor, picking up the words she had spoken moments that felt like hours ago, "It is Colton, all I have with you is gratitude, not debt. I may love him but his life isn't my possession just as it isn't your right to demand my action: to tell me what to do!" she growled, though still under her breath in a way that resonated deeply with their memories, a rift in time they wished to wash away with his waves of anger. Her pale hand had raised and pointed at the open door, her own wandless magic slamming it shut with an equally loud bang as the one that had thrown it open.
"The only injury you ever had to my life was your conspiracy with Rosier!
"Though she is just as dead now, too." she hissed, answering the question she had seen clawing at his throat as it had with Remington. It made her blood blast in boiled fever, and it made both her legs tremble in fear though this time the metal did not sound.
[i am sorry to rush past you, devi, but i couldn't resist!]╚══════════════════╝
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Posted: Tue Aug 13, 2013 9:13 pm
ஐ Pureblood ஐ Fifth Year ஐ Single ஐ
ஐShow me how to lie. You’re getting better all the timeஐ
ஐAnd as you step back into line. A mob jumps to their feetஐ
ஐNow dance, dance Man, he never had a chanceஐ
❧❧❧❧❧❧The moment Tay started yelling, Michelle's grasp on his hand loosened, and then he was lunging forward and she was stepping back. Silver eyes were wary as they watched him. She knew all to much about angry men, and she didn't care who he was at the moment. Anger usually meant pain for her and her automatic response had kicked in. She was ready to run at the slightest indication and was moving bare feet another step back. Another part of her was ready to fight and maim and kill. She was blind to the fact that this was Tay, and he wasn't mad at her, and that he had never hurt her in her life (and actually gone out of his way to save her to many times).It was an innate reaction built into her by now to fear anger.
❧❧❧❧❧❧But still another part of her was curious. So so very curious.She wanted to know. She wanted answers. She wanted this story to make sense. Phi was somebody to him. He was somebody to her, but now there was even more to the story. A 'he' that could have died (someone the red head cared about she presumed) and an 'it' that scared Tay. Curiosity killed the cat, and at this moment, Michelle was very close to being that cat. She wanted to know. She needed to know. She almost took a step forward. She almost spoke up, but he was moving backwards again, and her fear was back. She slid silently backwards retreating from his towering form. His words bit at the world like acid and she flinched away as he screamed and the door slammed open. Silver eyes only barely registered the fact that they were in Ottery St. Catchpole. She could easily run to Ada's house and never look back, but her feet were glued to the rough wood floor, as she stared wide eyed at Tay.
❧❧❧❧❧❧Michelle stared silently, her pulse racing under her skin as she tried (and failed) to convince herself that there was nothing to be afraid of in Tay. He was dangerous, she had always known that, but not to her.... he wasn't Vincent. The girl was speaking again and Michelle flicked silver eyes to her. She was listening silently. She was always so silent. Words could get her places, but so could her silence at the right moments. It seemed the other 2 within the room had all but forgotten her presence and she was perfectly okay with that. Colton.... that must be the 'he' mentioned earlier.... Another flinch ran up her nerves as the door slammed shut yet again and her one easy escape from the room was cut off. Another name was mentioned then listed as dead. Michelle didn't know who any of these people were or what their significance was. She wanted to know, and yet she wasn't so sure she really did want to know.
ஐWith a thousand lies, and a good disguiseஐ
ஐHit ‘em right between the eyesஐ
ஐWhen you walk away, nothing more to sayஐ
ஐSee the lightning in your eyes. See ‘em running for their livesஐ
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 10:33 am
When you came in the air went out,
And every shadow there filled up with doubt,
I don’t know who you think you are but before the night is through 𝕺cclumens 𝖂illiam 𝕯ante 𝕹ott the Third 𝕳eir of 𝕯uke of 𝖂ales, 𝕾lytherin 𝕬lumni
A testament to time, he endured the weathering erosion, the acidic backwash that sliced the open, stale air with a toxicity. Oozing smoke sizzled on impact. Howling winds and trepid waters hadn’t struck him down, hadn’t chipped away at the resilient armor encrusted in minerals and iron ore. But one wavering, bare breath seeped through the cracks and froze within. The pressure built inside until it all cracked, and crashed and withered apart in a million shards that scattered across the barren world. ”….So it’s true…” The crystalline fragments of his voice clattered down, broken, numb. ”—“ Trembled lips cracked apart as if to speak but the dry flesh stung against the cool air as he shifted away from them, turned his back and—he didn’t even realize when or how—but had slithered to the side of the gray basin, the decrepit birdbath engraved in Latin. Numb fingers struggled to hold himself against the edge of the cool, grainy surface to sustain the crashing weight on his shoulders. A pain struck his chest, wrenched in deep and twisted in.
”I… I didn’t know. Not until it was too late.” He whispered, for her benefit or his, would forever remain unknown. ”That’s—that’s why I needed that book.” Somewhere, some ferocity of focus in the back of his mind had seen the moonlit girl from the shadows recoil. Somewhere in his peripherals, he’d seen her fear. But somewhere along the way, she’d disappeared and now his eyes had settled into the dust. Focused now on his own eerie reflection shimmering in the stagnant water.
”Love has a made a fool out of you, hasn’t it Phi?” Evanescent, his voice was distant, almost in a drift in between a world far, far from here. Seeing nothing and everything and all at once; it was blinding. ”Because you love him, he lives. There’s no more reason than that.” He tried to explain, but, even his own sanity was escaping him. Trailing vision caressed the darkness crawling under his eyes, the pure fire gold that shined.
”Even before that, before any of it really; I would have been fine. I could have fled to Durmstrang, Darkmark, anywhere, it wouldn’t have mattered he wouldn’t have found me. He had Colton.
“My memories were his, my secrets were too; but my will was my own and his was not. I could have run, but I didn’t.” Maybe it was his one, and only honorable act. The only one he’d ever acted upon out of sheer selflessness. Or maybe, revenge was what had fueled him. Had driven him to sever the head from the body of the monster that could have sacrificed them all.
He felt, wrong. So horrific, so horribly wrong but he couldn’t understand why, or how. Any sense of stoic, robotics had fled him, as if she’d chunked a wrench into the cogs and gears and they churned to a screeching stop. Gristle and grind wore down the metal with every pound of brute force.
There were other ways, other vices, and other prey to feed her, if he needed. He didn’t have to stalk her to the towers and demand their exchange of information, demand her making a deal with the devil. He could have, but nothing would have felt more natural in the driving need he had to help her.
If only just once. If only for it to mean she’d have never known.
But that wasn’t the option anymore, was it?
”….Did you do it then?” The breathless words crashed, fully present and aware and alert of where he was and what he was doing. That distant gleam faded from his eyes and they pierced through again. Slowly, he felt his neck pop as he dared to meet her molten eyes with his own. ”Did you kill her?”
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Height: 6’2” ♜ Weight: 189 ♜ Age: 18
Safehouse #2
with Michelle and Phinelia
╚══════════════╝ I wanna do bad things with you.
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 26, 2013 4:31 pm
phinelia von ichval apprentice - potioneer
flint family - daughter
ex - ravenclaw▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson
╔══════════════════╗"I have always loved," she said, words stones and the stones reconstructing the wall. With heavy, hot eyes and sharp flicker of her hair and the words that were so solid, each block came down and it was built taller; built wider. "So if I am a fool, then it was after him. It was after everything else."
She was standing straight, and though everything stood under her as it should, she was suddenly curious. Curious about what stepping off this platform of a wall would be like. Built from her words, her strongest thoughts and the batted lashes and beating knowledge that she had always trusted. Though her fear was and would always be their insignificance, their lack of substance when she trusts that they hold so much, it was always knowledge and wisdom and books written by weathered hands with winded tongues that she wrapped herself in. Like a masochistic safety blanket.
She was curious what stepping off - even just one threshold - would be like. If it would put at her in a different space, and how different. Because from here, even though she can see every mountain top and her red hair kisses each cloud, arrows of pain find her too easily. She painted a target on each side of her when she found her first book; when she learned to read. The pierced her unprotected flesh, injuring her less than they hoped only due to their lost momentum from having to fly to far - so hard against opposing gravity to get to her. But they always hit: one was the Boggart that first showed her that she was, in fact, afraid. Another that regardless of that fear, her thirst prolonged.
There were so many arrowhead embedded in her; ones of stone(they were the oldest, calloused and closed wounds that were now a part of her more so than anything they were before), of polished metals, refined earth, of gold and of silver and of hard, red flint. They were the pains of knowing - whether too much or of anything at all. Some cut deeper than others and some took pieces of her. Some left them with new metal all their own - but it was in no way armor.
"No, I did not kill her," The Flint daughter finally said, after her eyes had softened in thought and perhaps even because of his words and what they meant - though she did not realize they had, "I couldn't. I was not able. My father killed her, he he-hes-" and her sudden stutter was the sound of a bow notched. Her molten eyes blinked, and when the lids rose again, the thoughts there were clear again. They had clouded, slowly and to no one's awareness, over the past few moments. Phi locked eyes with Tay and suddenly realized with a different bitterness that the story she was going to tell - that she wanted to tell - was not an easy one.
It had been over a year and still the memory was soaked.
Hung out to dry for so long in the winds of her healing laugh and her father's rediscovered smile and still it dripped every emotion from then. Fresh juice hitting the ground like acid. She had not thought that opening up would be hard. That it would be impossible to tell him or Colton or anyone every detail of the hell she lived, of the punishments she conquered. Of the feats she achieved.
She swallowed thickly, past a lump, her eyes suddenly shuddering in hesitant glance towards the stone basin of the Pensieve. Her hand ached to arm her wand and pull the memory from the very from on her mind where is was pressing, urging impatiently, and simply showing him. She wanted him to know everything because there was an ache from the fact he didn't. That he did not fear her for the new things she could do because he did not know of them. That she did not anger him further by her presence in Rosier's last moments and that he simply could never understand what she needed him to understand until she showed him.
If he saw that longing in her eyes (which always seemed to have been so expressive for him) he made no sign of reacting to it.
So she carried on, clearing her throat and pulling her eyes back, "Alfons killed her, in the end, but not until I let him."
Phi's thoughts were again shrouding her vision with the vivid memory which was still on the edge of her mind, and she could not see whether or not a spark of interest was born in gold.
"Not until I took all of her memories. I forced her to remember everything that I had so many questions about, and when I had every one of her memories, my father ended her life. Finally."
She had been curious about stepping down before, to be closer to where he stood. Stepping just a little closer to him and the chaos he presented and a little further form everything else that was atop her wall, guarding it. She had been curious years ago, back on those real steps of real stone, and perhaps Phi really was descending slightly because her mouth opened again and she said, "If he had died,
"If Colton had died or never returned I would have come to you. I would be with you right now, and you know that."
She breathed, pigtails settling on her shoulders,
"I guess that means quite a bit about me...You aren't who loves you.
"You are who you love."
"I must really be Krina's daughter," she laughed bitterly, suddenly. It was a broken, hallow noise that was so much louder than it should have been and barely resembling a laugh. More like a sob. "Loving a Nott even against all reason, even when I already have something worlds better!"
Her fist clenched at her sides.
"Or maybe this is all because I am Alfons' daughter, and all I want is that which will tear me apart, which will hurt me so much I question why even my shadow thinks I am something worth following."
And then she sobbed, dry and rough and without any tears. But her eyes died.
[i am SO sorry for taking so long with this. i got busy with moving out and school and then i got lazy...]╚══════════════════╝
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