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Post by loekie on Jan 28, 2009 0:42:31 GMT 1
hey hun.. how are ya?
any ideas on how to start this up?
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Post by xthexweasleysx on Jan 28, 2009 0:51:02 GMT 1
I found you!!! Um not really, probably the usual Sneering at each other... Great hall maybe? hmm. I love lost by the way. Sawyers cool
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Post by loekie on Jan 28, 2009 0:53:48 GMT 1
lol.. yeah.. I know! I absolutely ADORE him... do you btw agree with me, that maybe he's suffered some sort of abuse whereever he ended up after his parent's died..??
yeah... I was maybe thinking beginning of 2 year, and that maybe Lucius comes to school to be the new DADA teacher instead of whats-his-name and Draco has to try even harder to hide it all...
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Post by xthexweasleysx on Jan 28, 2009 0:58:59 GMT 1
sorry, too many rps. Yeah that sounds about right. 12 though? lets start up then
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Post by loekie on Jan 28, 2009 1:00:51 GMT 1
that's fine hun!
okay... you want them to be older or am I misunderstanding?
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Post by xthexweasleysx on Jan 28, 2009 1:03:25 GMT 1
It doesn't matter to me. I just haven't rped with them that young since I was 12 myself. I can do it though, I don't mind. Is it really one in the morning where you are?
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Post by loekie on Jan 28, 2009 1:04:12 GMT 1
yeah... it is... lol..
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Post by loekie on Jan 28, 2009 1:04:44 GMT 1
alright.. want me to start it up?
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Post by xthexweasleysx on Jan 28, 2009 1:20:21 GMT 1
ugh, my comp died. Took forever to start it up again. Sure you can start.
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Post by loekie on Jan 28, 2009 1:22:50 GMT 1
sorry to hear that!
alright! here goes nothing... =====================
A blond boy stood in the middle of a large room, his head bowed and his hair falling into his eyes as a tall man stood before him, his eyes narrowed dangerously and the boy knew he was really in trouble. He wondered if he was even going to live through the last month of summer before he had to go back to school. God did he whish he could speed up time….
“Next year will be different” the man hissed in a tone the teen knew spelled doom and disaster “you will make sure that you will be on top of you class this year” the man hissed and the boy nodded ever so slightly “yes father…” he whispered his head still bowed. “Well.. how about we make sure of that?” the man said icily as he punched the boy in the face, following that up with a punch in the blonds stomach his cane now hitting his son’s back knocking him to his knees. The boy clenched his jaw. He absolutely hated this. Being degraded and humiliated like this, but his face, as always, was a perfect blank mask. His father grabbed him by the arm yanking him up to his feet spinning him around, pushing him to the floor once again. A wand appeared from the guy’s cane and soon a whip appeared in the man’s other hand, which he continually used on the teen’s back. When he was finally done with the torture device several crusio’s sounded through the room. When too this had satisfied the man enough he simply kicked the boy now crumpled on the floor in the chest “you better make it happen” he hissed warningly as he stepped over the lithe form of his son.
The boy remained on the floor listening as the footsteps left the room and grew fainter and fainter. He allowed himself a groan. He then took his own wand and did a cover-spell so his wounds wouldn’t cause any unwanted attention when he’d be in Diagon alley later on with his friends. He smirked as he slowly made his way to his room. If only they knew…. He slumped down on the large four poster bed in the middle of his large room, leaning his throbbing head back against his pillow. This was going to be a long day. A few hours later it had become time for him to get ready to meet his friends. He rose to his feet, headed into his lavish bathroom and took a shower and got dressed putting his iron mask firmly in place.
The 12 year old had become a master in hiding his pain, fears, frustration and overall show any kind of emotion. They, he had learned over the years were a show of weakness, and with a family like his… He secretly whished his father would just take it that one step too far and just kill him… get it over with. But that would mean doing him a favour and we couldn’t have that now could we?
A month later and the blond boy boarded the train back to his safe haven. He leaned his aching head against the back of his seat. He was alone .. for now.. and he was going to take full advantage of it. It wasn’t long however before his two thick lackeys entered and joined him in the compartment. A few hours later they entered the large castle. The blond smirked as they passed the damn ‘golden trio’. Merlin, how he hated them.. that dumb Weasley, blasted Potter and filthy mud-blood. He turned to his two lackeys “look who have returned” he smirked “poor little Weasley, airhead Potter and know-it-all Granger” he sneered disdainfully the other two nodding and laughing as they entered the great-hall for the feast.
The teen sat down carefully as to not upset his fresh wounds and sighed as he waited for the sorting ceremony to end and the feast to finally start. He sighed as Dumbledore started his yearly speech, and then now almost traditional introduction of the new DADA teacher. As a tall man stood to the introduction the blond felt his heart sink. This wasn’t fair! Holidays were bad enough… did he now have to deal with that everyday again..? The outer shell of the boy never revealed anything of his internal struggle and frustration. The teen leaned back in his seat forcing himself to put some food in his mouth as his father’s eyes met his similar silver ones. The boy knew he was in trouble and he would have to think of ways on how to survive again. He ran a hand through his hair… Maybe he should just go and talk to Snape, ask him for some pain-killer potions since he didn’t have ingredients yet…
When diner was over the blond simply left the room not bothering to wait for his so called ‘friends’ heading outside sitting near the lake staring out over the now dark water….
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Post by xthexweasleysx on Jan 28, 2009 1:29:43 GMT 1
Darn, I g2g, but I'll try to be on in an hour. Sorry :[
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Post by loekie on Jan 28, 2009 1:31:02 GMT 1
oke.. that's fine hun.. although I think I'll be in bed by then... please reply so I can post tomorrow...!
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Post by xthexweasleysx on Jan 28, 2009 3:19:18 GMT 1
((intense, typing now))
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Post by xthexweasleysx on Jan 28, 2009 4:11:42 GMT 1
It was warm and sunny, and a young boy was swimming in a lake. He floated flat on his back, watching the clouds go by, when suddenly the sky turned dark and it started to rain. "Ron..." A small voice said from far away. He looked around, but didn't see anyone. He started to swim towards the shore. The rain seem to be hitting him harder now, on his forehead for some strange reason. "Ron get up. Mums made breakfast and we have to go to Diagon Alley today." The boy opened his eyes to see a pair of brown eyes staring back again. "Ugh, ger awa gineee." He turned on his side, but his little sister started shaking his sholder. "come on Ron!" She whispered. "Whyr you whispering" He groaned. "I don't want to wake Harry up, you do it." And Ginny Weasley tiptoed silently out of the room. She always acted weird when Harry was around. Ron sat up and rubbed sleep out if his brown eyes. Looking across the bright orange room, he saw that his best friend, Harry Potter was still asleep, Ginny had made sure of that. "Harry get up. We have to go to Diagon Alley today." He said loudly. The black-haired boy sat up and fumbled around for his glasses. He peered over at Ron. "What time is it?" He said yawning. "Too early..." His friend laughed as Ron stood up and streached.
The last days of that summer were spent buying magical supplies, meeting up with old friends including Hermione Granger and the gigantic Hagrid, and goofing off whenever Ron's mother wasn't watching. They played quidditch some. Ron was the worst by far at that. He was thin and lanky, not the best choice for a quidditch player. Harry was a natural, the Gryffindor Seeker before finishing his first year at hogwarts. His older twin brothers, Fred and George, were the team beaters. It was the best summer Ron had ever had.
It had to come to an end though, Ron was to sad there. He had fun at school, except for the actual schooling part, and for that he and Harry had Hermione. She was a very nice muggle-born girl, who already knew more about magic than they did, and Ron had grown up around magic. He was a pure blood, but he never really thought about that. He had learned last year that Hermione could best him at anything to do with magic. The three met outside the scarlet train, dropping off their luggage and Harry's owl. They boarded in time to get their own compartment. Hermione started rattling off what spells she had studied that they might use in their classes. Ron nodded along and acted like he understood half of what she was talking about. She couldn't be fooled, however, and she sat silent while Harry and Ron talked about quidditch.
Ron scanned the great hall later that evening and saw a familiar shade of orangey-red. His hair color was the only thing he had in common with Fred and George. He had freckles, while they didn't, and they were average hieght and stocky. Ron was thin and nearly as tall as him now. He sat between fred and Harry. Hermione was across from them next to a quite boy named Neville. The chatter died down as the sorting began. Ginny was in Gryffingsor of course. Her face was bright red until she went to sit by them, but she saw Harry and choose to sit on George's other side instead. The feast began, and Ron was starving. Ignoring Hermione's disgusted look he dug into the hot food. After he was finally full, the leftovers disapeared. Dumbledore stood up to give his welcoming speech, he wasn't listening until he caught the words: "And I hope you will all give our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher..." He craned his neck curiously, "Professor Malfoy a warm welcome-" His brothers had already let loose cries of outrage, And Ron stood up to see if he had heard correctly...surely not, no way was it Malfoy's father! Oh but it was, he could recognize that sleek, long hair anywhere. His own father's arch rival, father of his arch rival. Now they had two of them to deal with! He snorted in disgust and when Dumbledore finished his speech, the three friends began a heated conversation about their their newest professor. "Ugh! A class worst than Potions! I'm oing to fail! There's no way, he hates my family!" Ron said glumly. "From what I hear, he's not overly fond of mudbloods either," said Hermione over Ron muttering for her not to call herself that. The three argued over who would be worst off. They exited the Great Hall and Harry and Hermione walked towards Gryffindor tower. "You guys go ahead I need some fresh air," Ron said and watched them go. He made his way through the babbling crowd to the doors, one was slightly opened already.
Muttering curses under his breath, the boy turned to walk across the grounds. He froze as he saw a figure moving far off in front of him. Ron darted behind a stone pillar and looked around it carefully, not wanted to get dention this early into the year. The moon was bright, and he leaned out farther to see better. Ugh, The boy had hair nearly as easy to recognize aas his own. "Malfoy.." He growled. "What are you doing out here alone?" Suddenly curious, he followed his most hated enemy a safe distance away, pretending to look at the moon as if he had not seen Malfoy yet.
((Sorry it took so long))
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Post by loekie on Jan 28, 2009 10:49:28 GMT 1
(no worries hun.. I hope you are willing to continue the rp today so yeah.. hope to see you later...) The young blond rolled his eyes slightly. Did that darn Weasley really think that he hadn’t seen him? The boy however chose to ignore the redhead. He really just didn’t have the energy for their usual fighting, and he had things to think about. Now that his father was at school, he really needed to step things up a few notches, he really couldn’t be beaten by that d**n mud-blood. He smirked.. it had only been in one or two subjects, in the rest he was her equal, and that with a lot less work. His father, of course, didn’t care. A Malfoy never came second and the blond had learned that a long time ago. For as long as he could remember he had had a teacher and been ‘practicing’ magic with his father, and he had always had to make sure he was ‘perfect’. He had just never been able to do so. There was always something he’d do wrong, and so his father had to punish him. The blond stared out over the water. He would be on the quidditch team this year. Seeker. Yes, the blond absolutely loved flying, he always had. It just made him feel free, as if he was one with the sky and that he didn’t even exist. And if he didn’t exist, neither did the pain that would be waiting for him on the ground. He just had some reservations on being on the team, especially now that his father would be there every step of the way. He was a reasonable enough seeker, sure.. but there’d be hell to pay if he were ever to loose. He sighed rubbing his temples. He really needed to ask Snape for a pain-killing potion. He’d just have to make up some believable story. Snape had some idea of what went on inside the Manor, but the potion-master couldn’t be sure. The greasy haired teacher had known Lucius for a long time and knew what kind of f**ked up bastard he really was. The blond however had never told him anything and so his head of house and godfather was left guessing. The young teen brushed his blond hair out of his face looking at the night-sky reflected in the dark waters. He leant back on his elbows. just how was he expected to live through this year? Why hadn’t Snape at least given him a head up so that he could have prepared mentally? The blond sighed deeply, d**n did his life suck. It was most hilarious. At school, everybody though he had the perfect life. Everybody thought he was this spoilt little brat. The perfect little Malfoy heir. He had spent a lot of time and energy and forming that image for himself. That way, everyone would either hate his guts or just be around him for boost in status. He wouldn’t have to get ‘close’ with somebody, or become ‘friends’. This kept anyone form finding out and asking difficult questions. He smirked inwardly… if they only knew how wrong they were they’d most likely have a bloody field-day. He turned his head slightly as the red-head was still lingering behind. He smirked. What on earth was he even doing… and who did he even think he was fooling? The blond sighed “what do you want Weasel?” he asked giving his voice an ever so bored spin. There was no way he would let that d**n boy know what he was really feeling, and well, he wasn’t the ‘ice-prince’ of Slytherin for nothing. With a family like his, he had been taught the power of expressionless features. The blond now turned back to the water the moonlight reflecting his harsh silver eyes. For someone so young, his eyes were cold and mature and wise beyond his years. Ah well, it didn’t really matter did it? There was nothing the blond could do about it, even if he were to tell anyone, no-one would believe him, let alone help him. Lucius was a very powerful man and had escaped many worse allegations and Narcissa… well she had made it perfectly clear that she didn’t give a d**n about her son. The youngster smirked inwardly… yep, that was his life… always alone. Not that he really cared… one got used to it and really, it seemed like he mostly was a loner anyway. What the blond didn’t know was that Snape knew, to some extend, what was going on. He had been friends with Lucius ever since their days at Hogwarts, and the potion-teacher had been there when Draco had been borne. He just had not been able to get any proof, and after he had decided to become a spy for Dumbledore, it had become impossible for him to say anything. He couldn’t really arouse suspicion with Lucius, and the blond man was smart and not easily fooled.
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