Morsmordre's Lair ~ A World of Harry Potter RP

[Nurse Trixie]

Welcome to The World of Harry Potter

Yes, yes, I know it sounds like I like the Boy Who Lived. Who wouldn't, after all?

::mutters various curses::

But I forget myself. I am Morsmordre, the greatest and darkest of all Stray Cats thus created. Surely you can tell by the dark mark circling my forearm.

::flashes the entwined snake and skull emblem::

Yes, this insignia was branded upon me by the Dark Lord himself, who, unfortunately, has not yet returned to the realm of the Stray Cats. The only one of the Brethren left is Severus and he... well, he was never really that open about it. Even now, I am unsure where his loyalties lie.

But never mind that! We are alike, Sev and I. Dark Wizards we are! So beware, or you shall have a hex thrown at you faster than you can scream "snitch!"

::dark laughter::

Now, let me show you around! I live in a dark castle, on the edge of a fen, where mist can be seen rolling across the wetlands at dawn and dusk nearly every day. It brings peace to my mind, reminding me of the darkness that my Master once controlled.

As you enter the castle, you can see a pair of armour, one on either side of the entryway. Yet they are not made of metal. It is cobalt dragon hide, and the faceplates are covered with fangs, through which the soldiers gaze at you with unblinking eyes.

The castle is cold, with a draft that stirs your fur, making your tail become bottle-brushed in a instant. But fear not. As you go down a set of stone steps, you come upon a dungeon, in which assorted rats, mice, and small lizzards scurry about. After a while of chasing them, feel free to join me upstains in the grand hall, where a roaring fireplace, lined with phoenix feathers, awaits.

The couches are overstuffed and made of a soft leather, but you would rather not know whose hide they were made from. Thick shaggy furs cover the carpet, heated by the fire in preparation for a long nap. Balls of yarn are scattered about, and a censer burns catnip like there was no tomorrow.

In a darkened corner often lies my familiar, Sectumsempra. She is quiet, yet is proficient at fufilling any request you may make of her. Please, do not hesitate to ask if you require anything during your stay.

Every once in a while, you may see my mate, Fayt. She is an amazing mistress, who enjoys flying and being with her friends. Born from the odd breeding of Severus, Riku and Beelzien, she is truly an incredible stray. Treat her with respect, or you will have me to answer to.

I'm sure you will notice my sons, who tend to run about the mansion freely when they are around. Pay them every respect due, and remember I plan to train them in my footsteps. They should cause you no harm, but if any curse befalls you, I will find out, and I shall be sure they are made to pay for bringing harm to my guests.




This, my friends, is my paradise. Welcome.