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Post by crayola on Jul 9, 2009 17:49:28 GMT -5
Everything was silent as Mr. Malfoy, standing in a corner of the manor’s large living room, waited patiently as his son stood in the middle of the room. Bellatrix LeStrange watched him carefully, his head down as he remained standing and listening for the wise words of the new Dark Lord. He had been waiting, like most, for his time to complete even the smallest of tasks; he was a rather dedicated person, ready to do as she told him. He was prepared to prove his loyalty to her while she circled him, pacing around him and observing him with her cold eyes.
Scorpius could feel the heat of the fireplace; he was in fact right in front of it, as the flames kept growing, very much alive. This reminded him of where his loyalties lay, obviously to Bellatrix, and how much the cause was now large and alive. Everything was starting again, and it would be confirmed soon that malice would triumph over good, restoring all to its proper mode.
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Post by jdumoulin on Jul 9, 2009 18:19:08 GMT -5
[sorry, cant think of what to post right now, lol]
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Post by crayola on Jul 16, 2009 14:38:58 GMT -5
Of course Scorpius admired everything about Bellatrix Lestrange; the cruelty that she possessed was abnormal but intriguing, and when He was alive, she was also a very faithful server to the Dark Lord. Despite his grandfather, Lucius Malfoy, and his betrayal against Lord Voldemort, Scorpius was well aware that he was nothing like Lucius. They were only similar in few ways, and those traits belonged to each member of the Malfoy family. Scorpius was witty and intelligent like his grandfather, and he craved the power that taking over the Wizarding World would bring. He was well aware that he was loyal, already committing deeds and tasks that were given to him. Despite the proof, the Dark Lord still seemed to be debating on something. Her icy eyes scanned him up and down, as if wondering if the decision was right. Scorpius sneered, his head still down as his eyebrow raised. He pondered as to how else he would prove himself and awaited Bellatrix's comments on the subject. ooc: lol don't worry about it
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Post by jdumoulin on Jul 16, 2009 16:37:42 GMT -5
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Post by crayola on Jul 16, 2009 17:09:15 GMT -5
There was never a pause or dither when Scorpius spoke. His voice, totally clear of uncertainness, with filled with nothing but reverence, and the slightest bit of annoyance; he was an impatient person, and with all training and tasks, he was not enjoying the waiting. His gray eyes moved to the left casually, his head still down, while he detected the growl that came from his father; Draco obviously found the frown upon his lips a mark of disrespect. Scorpius’s lips raised into a straight line, obeying his father’s sign. His eyes moved up towards Bellatrix as he raised his head.
"I am loyal." He answered, replying to her question. “And never will I betray you.” He added, completely sure of his decision.
Even though Scorpius sometimes forgot to whom he was speaking to, not only the Dark Lord but his great-aunt, the respect never did leave his voice.
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Post by jdumoulin on Jul 16, 2009 17:41:03 GMT -5
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Post by crayola on Jul 16, 2009 18:15:07 GMT -5
Scorpius nodded his head; he had heard the same phrases before, coming from his father, grandfather and other death eaters who were considered family friends. Just like before, Scorpius nodded his head in agreement, comprehending the commitment involved when the dark mark was imprinted upon your arm. He ignored the wildness that possessed the fire behind his shoulders and continued to listen as Bellatrix spoke to him.
“I understand.” He stated, answering to her.
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Post by jdumoulin on Jul 16, 2009 18:54:12 GMT -5
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Post by crayola on Jul 16, 2009 20:47:17 GMT -5
Scorpius couldn't help but grin; he had grown so impatient and tired of waiting. He had known he was ready from the start, knowing that he wanted nothing more but to follow in his father's footsteps while correcting the idiotic mistakes Draco had made. Obviously, this involved dedication to the cause. And finally, after years of practice and commitment to getting better, he would know that it had all been rewarded. Anyone would be grinning sadistically for reasons such as this, even if it involved going through the pain.
Scorpius did as he was told, still beaming as he nodded to her comment, agreeing. He could see his father, looking as satisfied as ever, and his mother, standing in the hallway with slight worry in his eyes. He ignored this, obviously, and held out his left forearm.
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Post by jdumoulin on Jul 16, 2009 21:00:52 GMT -5
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Post by crayola on Jul 16, 2009 22:35:57 GMT -5
The burning upon Scorpius’s arm caused him to yell in agonizing pain; fire seemed to be carving into his skin. He clenched his teeth together, holding back the screams, as he looked away. He turned his head to the fireplace, watching the flames grow more active. He must have been paranoid, because he could only bring himself to belive that they were wild and happy because they were enjoying this. As his jaw closed tighter, they danced more furiously. Yes, he was most likely crazy, but he had reason; he had never gone through this kind of physical soreness before. When zealous cackling erupted from the Dark Lord, he turned, feeling the air brush against his newly marked skin. It was as if he had been in a desert for years, having to bare the scorching heat, and was now being splashed with icy water. Scorpius sighed in relief, removing his arm from her grip and examining if with admiration.
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Post by jdumoulin on Jul 16, 2009 23:22:12 GMT -5
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Post by crayola on Jul 17, 2009 0:46:50 GMT -5
"Yes; very much so." He answered, his eyes filled with joy and pride. Of course it was worth it; the pain was nothing compared to what the future held. He nodded as she informed him on how to ease the pain, slightly surprised at her kindness. He listened to her every word, but his grey eyes were rested upon his forearm, the smirk existing greatly upon his lips.
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