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[anton]

Bare witness to a role play by:

Anton Alistair Moody

-includes explicit lyrics-

If he held emotions in his icy chest he would consider the little fools running before him to be pitiful. Their little feet kicked up snow in drifts behind them, multicolored scarves blew in the wind behind their back, and their tracks crunched out deep in the piles of white that lead down the trail to Hogsmead. The lock-down was over, and the little roadway was packed with idiots from the school going to look for a good time. Normally he would not even want to be among such as these, but he had been locked up within those walls for far too long. Even Anton Alistair Moody needed to get out from under the long noses of the professors and guardians of Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She smirked, but then erased the expression from his cold lips before being noticed. He really hated this day, even if it scored him some small amount of freedome.

He eyed the long path in front of him. He was not particularly adverse to the walk, but he dearly wished these kids would stop running and screaming like they had no damn clue how to act in public. He guessed by the look of them they did not know any better. After all, unless they were beaten at least once then how were they to know how dangerous the world really was. Even with all the amusing threats that had been delivered to that goody-goody Headmaster's little girl. He sighed through frozen lips. What a fucked up world those people must live in: more so than the rest of the scatterbrains that ran the establishment. Anton hated the lot of them. He saw the Leblancs as a total waste of air, space, and anything else they might be currently involved in wasting. He had to admit that Robert, the Headmaster, held no small amount of power. But, the man wasted it on ingrates, and that included his snotty brat of a daughter. Growing up far before her time, that one.

Anton sneered as he thought about the current state of the school. Witches giving birth in the hospital wing. A Ravenclaw slut actually allowed to live in the school with her two little brats. And, to make matters worse, she was allowed tot take the heathens to classes with her. If someone in their right mind actually ran this school then maybe all the crap that happened around the walls would not occur at all. Anton sniffed the air, the burning smell of oak filled his nostrils. He was getting closer to the town, obviously. He was only too pleased that the younger brats had already ran themselves ahead and out of his sight. His hand slid inside of his robe, and he moved his long, dark wand out into view. Anton fiddled with it as he eyed the woods near Hogsmead. Oh how he wanted to move into those shadows and be done with this God forsaken place for good. Sadly, his work here was not yet complete. He still had two more people to deal with, and then his private plans would be put into motion. He smirked again, this time allowing the expression to remain on his face. Anton hated people, yes. But today, he was going to deal with a few that he did not mind being around at all. And boy, would that be fun!

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[adee]

The snow was getting heavier now, swirling down in great flurries of mass white. Watching as a single snow flake fluttered and twirled down, flying in all directions before finally coming to settle on the already 20cm thick snow covering the ground. The young woman took a few crunchy steps forward and looked behind at the deep footprints she'd left. She watched as the snow floated purposefully into the foot-shaped imprints, already beginning to refill them. She turned her attention back to what lay in front of her. Upon hearing a noise behind her, making her jump, she turned around to see a cat darting through the snow, looking nervously at the falling flakes. Its underneath was completely white. It looked as though it had been lying in the snow, but upon closer inspection, realized it was simply naturally coloured fur. Light began to creep slowly behind the tall army of trees that protected the small town of Hogsmeade, reflecting off the snow and making it glisten with a blinding whiteness one last time.

Adéle Odette Dior lifted her face, letting the light and shadow dance across her skin. She inhaled the delicate smell of the perfume that lingered on her and continued on, delighting in the sound of her feet sliding through the snow. Today she had woken in content, for the first time since arriving to Hogwarts this fall. Indeed, contentment had fallen upon her in such a dark and shaken time. Threat lurked outside, and dare she say also within the walls of the castle that many considered home and a place to reside for safety and protection. Students were quickly becoming frustrated and agitated with the new rules that have been strictly enforced and while the French dame had slyly slithered her way out of the castle that was slowly suffocating her, before the lock-down had ended, she almost felt a wave of shame for breaking the boundaries that were only set for the propose of protecting the staff and students. If ever she had been caught, wondering the winter wonderland freely, she was positive the consequences would not be something to take lightly. The very fact that one student had the ability to plot their own way out of the school, who was to say the rest weren’t doing it as well? Ruining all the reasons for the lockdown, now noting it as a failed procedure.

Thankfully, the failed procedure had came to an abrupt halt, and Adéle could have only came to the conclusion that the Headmaster and the Ministry had discovered that their once ‘full-proof’ plan had obvious cracks. Cracks which continued to grow wider, until what they had created, fell apart. Students lost themselves in their own delight of the news, and even Ms. Dior couldn’t shed the ounce of happiness. She’d no longer have to cunningly snake behind other’s back to sneak out of the castle for her own freedom.

Many could speak fondly of Hogwarts, suggesting that it was the safest place to be in times such as these. There was only one place of safety that lingered on her mind. The little cottage that resided in the south of France, protected by fields and rivers that belonged the countryside. No evil lurked between the trees, there was no evil seen nor heard. Peace was continuous, it was lasting and for Adéle, it was where home was. It had been here in Britain that her father had been transferred to, therefore meaning that the small family had to offer their farewells to the place that consisted only of peace and sincerity. These dark times called for drastic measures, and if that meant leaving everything in France behind to increase the chances of restoring peace in Britain, her father seemed to be more than willing to take everything up and leave.

These thoughts alone caused her legs to buckle beneath her and she allowed herself to collapse on to her knees, now coming in full contact with the snow. With closed eyes, small goosebumps didn’t hesitate to appear on her bare arms, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand and she released a sigh. This felt real. Right now in this very moment she felt no fear, there was no need to worry and the contentment she had endured earlier that very day returned, and with its return, a smile tugged her lips.

There she sat, in the middle of the cobbled street of Hogsmeade as many witches and wizard‘s failed to show any recognition of the young Ravenclaw. From afar the sight may have looked strangely out of place, and maybe somewhat worrying. However, Adéle revelled in the feeling of being invisible, she felt no restrictions or boundaries. She felt free.

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[anton]

Bare witness to a role play by:

Anton Alistair Moody

-includes explicit lyrics-

The streets were clogged with people. Witches and wizards mingled with students. There was a rush to the left as Honeyduke's doors opened. Several smaller students pressed their pug noses against the glass to see the latest sweets being offered. There were tons of original candies on display. Bertie Bot's Ever Flavored Beans were announcing twenty new flavors, including a red hot zinger that was suppose to be the rarest bean in the history of the sweet company. This was right beside the new fist sized bean that was suppose to taste like every flavor all at the same time. Suckers the size of infant faces hung from the window's top face. Sugar filled sugar drops danced across the bottom. Anton felt like picking up a rock and throwing it through the display, then cracking the skulls of the little snots that were breathing on the glass. He had never stepped foot in the place. He had never inserted a single treat into his mouth. He hated everything about it all at once. Anton would delight in seeing the place burn to the ground. He huffed and turned to walk away. The crowd parted and he almost tripped over a form sitting in the middle of the street. Anton tilted his head and smirked.

"Well if this is not a familiar position for you. You always did well on your knees." He wisped as he moved in front of her to glare down on her form. Anton moved several younger students out of his way as he moved closer to her. "Is this an open service, or are you just broke down?" Anton did not wait for an answer, nor for her to make a comment. He moved his hand under her arm, and pulled the smaller girl to her feet so she would come up face level with him. His dark eyes looked her over. "You are a wet mess. I assume you are familiar with that position, too?" He was no stranger to this Ravenclaw girl. The fact was, she had scored a lot of points for him. She was foreign, Ravenclaw, and what some might consider a snob. Anton did not care about any of those things. He did not particularly care for her sever attractiveness. He did not have much care for her at all. The fact was, she was a very good lay. She had talent that most girls her age did not even know existed. He had felt all those talents once, and wanted more. Yet, he would never consider begging for anything. He would either have her, or make her feel like warmed over dog meat if she did not give in. Either way, Anton thought she was going to be fun. He eyed her, released her arm, and glanced around in disgust.

He saw the Three Broomsticks filled with virtually wall to wall people. He shook his head, and turned his attention to the dingy building sitting down the side street. Anton's eyes looked back to the form of the Ravenclaw he desired. "Come on, we are going to drink. Let's get out of this damn crowd before we explode with happiness." His voice was thick with sarcasm as he moved away from the crowd, and paused at the corner. He glanced over his shoulder to her to see if she would follow. His mind went back to the single night they had spent together. Of all places, it had been the Astronomy Tower at night. It had not been an easy task to bed her. She was more than a little reluctant when the event took place. There was a short amount of small talk -something Anton detested almost as much as a Hufflepuff- and some heavy petting. She finally gave in and went down. From there, things went early into the morning. She had got up, dressed, and walked away without a word. He figured she might have been ashamed of her actions. He did not care, he had what he wanted out of her and that was enough. Yet, once you get a taste of something sweet it always lingers on your tongue. He wanted more, and he intended to have it. What she wanted simply did not matter.

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