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Post by cassr on Oct 6, 2010 10:41:33 GMT -5
The sun had set on Sunday after noon. The Candles above the library had dimmed slowly, as the last group of students were sweeped from the area. It was quiet in the large castle library, almost on cue the librarian ran to the back of her office, closing the door behind her. The room stood perfectly still, almost as if they were waiting for something, some cue. It was an eerie feeling, very different from the normal comfy room it normally was. Something was very wrong, but the librarian hadn't notice. She had been too busy thinking about her plans of the night. She didn't listen to her books that evening, which was the problem all along.
When the librarian returned she definitely looked like she was headed some where, she didn't look like she normally did all proper and such. Slowly she placed her key in the door, and locked it. listening for all the clicks. Thats when the problem occurred. Almost as if the books were listening with the last click of the lock, they started coming down. It sounded like an avalanche of rocks as each fell off there shelfs and onto the ground, one in particular fell and hit Cassandra on the head. Quietly she crumpled into a heap on the floor with her books, out cold. When the books were completely off the shelfs the noise stopped. Then the room was still again. When the dust settled the room, started to put itself back together again very slowly, one book at a time.
As she laid there her black curls fluttered in between the books with a red ribbon that kind of made the illusion of blood. She heard some one shuffling through the books toward her, she stayed pretty still checking to make sure her fingers and toes still work, pleading that she wasn't too badly injured she did not care for the hospital wing nurse all that much. For some reason the woman couldn't stop glaring at her when she took her staff physical. It sort of reminded her of a very cranky professor she once had that not matter how hard she tried to do well in her class she barely passed it. Those memories of Beauxbaton were definitely not her fondness. She didn't like to be reminded of that one, specially tonight of all nights.
All she could see was a blurry figure when Cassandra first open her eyes moments later. She reached up and wiped her bangs from her forehead. Things got a little less blurry as she saw blonde hair on a male figure. "Jack you promised to not upset my books, you know what happens when they throw tantrums." she said softly mistaking the man, above her for Jack. Who could blame her, it was a pretty heavy book that had surprised her that evening. What she didn't know is it was her that had upset her books, now most of them needed repairing. It was just her luck these days. She closed her eyes as she sat up to see some one she didn't recognize at first, and it wasn't Jack. Outfit; ClickyNotes; Definitely not the best of my works. Words; 526 Credits; Riddleshop[/font] |
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Post by ray3 on Oct 11, 2010 12:55:02 GMT -5
Sundays always seemed to drag on, most excruciatingally, however, there was always something that had to be done here. Afterall, Hogwarts was a massive castle packed with students and teachers of all kind. There were many tasks that had to be taken care of, and it was sheer luck that Mr. Todd, the helpful and friendly Auror who had been mistaken to be elsewhere, and was locked inside Hogwarts. Oh darn. But it was a bit out of the blue, and such a coincidence that someone of his expertise had gotten into Hogwarts just in the nick of time. But what did an Auror do when an entire school was on lockdown, no harm was getting in and nobody was getting out, apparently for their safety? That was just that, there wasn't much for an Auror to do. From time to time he would assist with classes or help prepare dinner in the kitchens, whatever was necessary. It was also rumored that Mr. Todd had been assisting the Headmaster in his panicked attempt to keep Hogwarts and its residents safe. The truth was unclear, but Mr. Lucifer Todd certianly seemed like a helpful and friendly induvidual.
That was Lucifer Todd though, and yes, he was that clean-cut and warm man. It was only heart-breaking to know that Mr. Todd was infact fictional, and came from the mind of a much less softer man, and a much more dangerous man. There was not a lot similar about these two, apart from the fact they were incredibly intelligent, and had the most handsome sense of humor. A lot more loved Lucifer, and all of them had no idea that Lucifer didn't actually exist at all. Lucifer had been made perfect, and there were no flaws, nothing bad could be said about him. But everything bad could be said about Sethos. Sethos. It was fantastically remarkable that someone so pure could come from Sethos. It was debatable, however, that Lucifer was merely the man whom Sethos used to be, the only problem was was that there was no-one to debate against. The reason that Mr. Todd was created was for Sethos to gain access into Hogwarts when it was decided; that Hogwarts was going on lockdown. This was the perfect oppartunity.
Sethos has made a brilliant job of making it appear as though he had died. Of course, it was just a corpse with their lips sliced and paint smeared across their face. The people were fooled, and there was a sigh of relief. So, while the world was repairing the damage caused by the one man, Sethos was getting prepared for his next performance. He had gotten rid of his scars, washed his hair and found some personal hygine. He had totally transformed into Lucifer Todd, and all believed he was just a dedicated young man who had a desire for justice and safety. What a joke.
'Lucifer' was skipping on his way to the Library. He had recieved some rather distressing news of the behaviour of the books located there. He had been summoned to help the Librarian. How convenient, the Librarian just so happened to be an old accomplice. Cassandra Riddle, er, Claire. Only Cassandra had no idea that it was infact him, Sethos who was coming to her rescue. He entred and noticed something was strange. The books appeared to be quivering on their shelves. He stepped forward and saw books cascading from the shelves and falling to the floor. He heard a loud, unproportionate thud and headed on, much less urgent that any decent man would have. He made it round the correct corner eventually and saw a body emerging from the bundle of books. He grinned immediately when he saw Cassandra looking dead at him, although when she mistook him for Jack, his smile melted from his face. Then, reminding himself that he had to be proper, the smile was back, and it was warm and trustful. "Jack? No, madam. I'm Todd. Lucifer Todd, Miss Claire." And like the gentleman 'Lucifer' was, he offered over his hand to help Cassandra to her feet. [/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by cassr on Oct 13, 2010 14:48:04 GMT -5
With the face movement, Lucifer almost gave himself away. As Cass's blurry sight was fading and normality was succumbing in her brain. This man was a little too trustful looking, with that smile. It either wreaked of ministry, or some one in disguise. Some new goonie of her mothers, who was seeking attention as the hand was extended towards her she shied away from it slightly, she knew she should have excepted the help but she wasn't one for letting others think she was some damsel in distress. It would bruise her own ego way too much, for even when she acted in a scheme that way it took a lot to get her there. Something was just off and she couldn't place it, it was as if she knew him. Like he was from her past some how, or in some way. As she stared off at his face, he was beautiful. That was something she could give him, which made a little harder to look away. As he spoke his words were laced with politeness, which stuck out like a sore thumb to her.
Cass had encountered much confusion over the last few weeks between Jack and Zhen's creator and the real jack. To through on top she had been mourning the lie which was Sethos death as to those who knew her. Even though she couldn't believe Sethos couldn't have escaped when she had received the news she instantly knew some thing was going on, but with the rest she had no clue what to think anymore. Maybe Sethos was dead, because she would have thought he would at least tell her he was okay, but she was stuck on the inside of the castle with no communication so she only hoped that the was trying to get to her, but couldn't. Boy what he was missing out if he was alive and stuck on the outside of the castle. How much havoc could be caused in a lock-downed school had his name all over it. Which made it even more weird to her.
As graceful as possible she stood up swiping invisible dirt from her skirt. She sort of blushed at the outfit she was wearing. It wasn't the kind of thing you'd think a legitimate librarian to be wearing. But if asked, she knew of one professors name people thought she was seeing, which was a little disturbing to her because he was a total creep, who made shivers go down her spine the way he looked at her. Though she would rather not talk about it at all. The whole subject of dating was different to her, until recently she hadn't even thought of anyone else. But before the real Jack had returned she had tried many things to make the other one jealous some were more involved then others, but it didn't matter all he had cared about was that girl. She only hoped some of it would not get to the ears of the real Jack. Though those secrets were going to be easier to keep now.
"I can see that. That book must have been heavy. I'm sorry Mr. Todd. I mistaken you for a old friend, who does not work here any longer." She was trying hard to remember what she had learned in her manners class at Beauxbaton, but was having a hard time since she had slept mostly through that class or had used it to do other class's homework. It had not been a skill she had wished on learning, and thought it was pointless. "Do I know you from some where? You look rather familiar to me." she asked softly. The only thing she could think of was her secret life, because Ms. Claire obviously didn't know Mr. Todd. But maybe Ms. Riddle did. Unsure of this new mystery, she didn't know what else to say, she didn't want to give herself away if he was ministry. But if she didn't find out, it would nag at her for the rest of the day.
As she waited for his response she started sending the books around their feet even faster into the shelves. Spotting some more damaged ones she picked them up as gracefully she could in skirt she was wearing. She thought eagerly about changing, but didn't want to be too rude to this man in front of her, and she wanted some answers. As she straightened up she heard the little clock in her office ding. It was too late to go now, he wouldn't be there. The window was closed, and she was never going to make it there without something going wrong every time. A little frustrated she stood still, her face not showing any of the emotion that was going on in her head. But she couldn't have predicted the avalanche of books, anymore then any other person who entered the library. They just were not happy lately. Which made the whole mess even worse.
Outfit; Clicky
Notes; Ums nothing I can think of that we haven't already discussed.
Words; 838 I'm sooo back.
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Post by ray3 on Oct 25, 2010 5:33:47 GMT -5
He could tell that Lucifer's first impression upon Cassandra had not started so well. Her body language and facial expressions said it all. And the fact that he could hear her thoughts just summed it all up. Cassandra always made sure that she was independant, she would always show everyone new to her, that she wasn't, how she called it, just a damsal in distress. Lucifer knew that information very well, but he thought this was how a polite gentleman behaved. This particular personality was covered in cobwebs, and he had only recently figured out how he should act in today's world. So, with Cassandra's stubborn persona in mind, Lucifer slackened the smile on his face and brought his arm back into his suave trouser suit pockets. He heard that she found him beautiful, and there was a twinkle in his eye as he smiled gloriously again to her, just pushing it that further. As Sethos, Cassandra probably hadn't seen his real face underneath the make-up and scars. If only these two had met before the surprising turn of events which caused carnage and chaos.
Upon hearing Cassandra's remorse of the death of Sethos, Lucifer restrained himself from grinning further. He turned his head away from her, making it seem like he might've heard something behind him. The fact that Cassandra missed Sethos, felt for him and that he was no longer here, hurt her, there was a kind of warmth erupting in the pit of Lucifer's stomach. He knew it was affection, and he had to admit, there was some sort of 'soft spot' for Cassandra. He knew darn well she had him on her mind more than just occasionally. Cassandra rose to her feet alone, and he could see her complexion darkening to a blush. Lucifer only smiled at her still, as charming and as beautiful as a fairytale prince. There wasn't much wrong with Lucifer, no flaws had been exposed and everyone had welcomed his unfortunate position now at Hogwarts, and provided him with a comfortable bed, and food. He was treated like an equal to both teachers and students. Lucifer was recieving quite the fan base from some of the teenage female students. Lucifer had agreed to assist in classes whenever he was needed. He had no main area of expertise, he was rather excellent at eveything. He made friends with some of the elder students and enjoyed the company of his fellow adults. If only this were all real.
"I can see that. That book must have been heavy. I'm sorry Mr. Todd. I mistaken you for a old friend, who does not work here any longer."
That name stung at him, annoyed him to hell. It seemed that poor Cassandra had been so fond of Jack that she can't seem to live without him. It really didn't occour to Lucifer that the relationship was incest, more the fact that he disliked the man who had Cassandra locked in a tight box all to himself. It was miraculous that Lucifer was here now, with cassandra, and there were no disturbances, no nothing. "Oh, let me guess," he started, taking his hands from his pockets and brushing his chin with one of his fingers, possibly in deep thought. "Is this that same Jack who apparently died and then returned as the so-called 'rightful' Jack Lestrange ... or should I say Riddle? Either one." And there was a hint of relish in his tone, he smiled a smile that didn't at all fit that angelic face of his. It was so much more alarming, and it was never to be trusted, but Lucifer knew that Cassandra Riddle went for those crazy freaks.
"Do I know you from some where? You look rather familiar to me."
To that question, Lucifer flashed his grin, but pondered wether he should answer with truth or not, or wether he should answer at all. "Funny, because I'm thinking the exact same to you, miss." Sethos and Lucifer; these two men shared one thing in common, they never ever gave a straight answer. They preferred to tease. [/font][/blockquote] |
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