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Andrea Wilson
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Andrea had stolen softly out of her dormitory, intent on escaping from its confines and return to the library. The third former loved books and had missed the library more than anything else during her time away from Hogwarts.
She shuddered when she thought of that. You-know-who had won and life had been miserable at home. She'd kept missing her mum, she'd missed her in everywhere and whatever she'd been doing and she was shrewed enough to know that her father felt the same. It had made him much stricter and somewhat distanced and this year he'd insisted on her learning occlumency at Hogwarts – and Andrea wasn't even sure if she wanted to.
True, he'd told her pretty plainly that the new potions and DADA professors were Death Eaters, but – but something within Andrea refused to believe that. She still wanted to trust her teachers and surely, nobody could be completely evil? Besides, she trusted the headmaster, though she stood in considerable awe of him. He'd only taught her for a year in DADA before he became headmaster and – and all that catastrophe started and she simply wasn't sure if he'd even consent to teach her, no matter what her father might have said or written to him. Besides, could she even live up to his very exacting demands?
On the one hand, she didn't want to disappoint somebody she looked up to, but on the other, she didn't really want to learn to occlude. It – it sounded almost as if it would make her forget – and she didn't want to forget, quiet the contrary. And which other use could it have? She knew nothing about the order and only hoped that – that somehow they'd manage to end this nightmare all the same. There had to be a way! And here at school she just wanted to be carefree again. She'd always liked Hogwarts and particularly its library, which is why she was now slipping through the corridors in the dead of night to get there and really come home.
The library would offer safety – and possibly some answers and her many friends, all the books were there and she simply couldn't wait till the next day to see them again, so tAndrea, who was still rather small for a third former clutched her wand, pointed it at the library door and with a whispered "Alohomora", opened it as quietly as possible.
Like a little shadow, the girl flitted across the room, pausing in front of first one, then another shelf. She'd lit her wand, but so that it would only cast a very dim light and allow her to read the letters on the spines of the books.
Rules had never meant much to Andrea, who'd ignored them as much as possible and had often gotten away with it - often enough at least, to make her fancy herself above those rules, she considered unnecessary - and curfew certainly was one of those. When she wanted to browse in the library, she simply did that and hang the consequences, thoughshe took care not to advertise her actions, which is why she tried to use only as much light as absolutely necessary.
Soon she'd assembled a pile of books on a table tucked away in hidden nook and she was standing in front of the shelves again. looking for something else. It was her custome to pepare an assortment of story-, charms-, potions-, DADA and transfiguration books and then setle down with the whole lot of them and dive into whichever one aroused her interest most. She only wanted one or two more books, for this night's reading session and was completely engrossed in one story book she'd just removed from its shelf and was now leafing through. As usual when she was reading, Andrea was completely lost to the world and probably not even an explosion would reach her.
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Maximilien Brossard
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« Reply #1 on Jan 21, 2008, 2:00pm » | |
“You fucking whore!”
Needless to say, Maximilien Brossard was at it again, his temper flaring up to its ultimate extremes as he listened to his cunt wife make excuses for herself again. Overall, he was growing absolutely sick of listening to her telling him about how he needed to pay more attention to him, or how she had only been screwing around simply because he hadn’t been at home. God fucking damn it, she was his property and she had better fucking learn that she had no right to go fucking around with other men! Through all of the 12 years they had known each other, the main thing that he had tried to teach Raven was that she wasn’t ever going to disrespect him by having other relationships. Sure, he had been lenient and let her have her side flings at first, but now he was beginning to get less and less patient with her, especially because she kept saying that he was the reason she was having affairs in the first place. It was most certainly not his fault that she decided to fuck around because, honestly, if he wanted to be away from home or not pay attention to her that was his decision and Raven, being the woman in the fucking relationship, had to grin and bear it. If she wanted to complain than she had better keep those fucking complaints in her fucking little brainless head, and she was most certainly not allowed to go find other men to fuck. Honestly, what if he were to come home and get bored because she wasn’t fucking there?
What a fucking whore.
“You fucking cunt, look at me when I’m fucking talking to you. Don’t you dare try and get away, you slut, you brought this upon yourself!” he continued to roar, black eyes narrow with anger as he grabbed his idiotic little bride by her hair, holding her in place. At the moment, he was feeling absolutely no mercy toward Raven at all. After all, he had told her again and again that she was to remain faithful to him and only him, not go screwing around with some pathetic muggle-loving halfbloods behind his back like common trash. She was a Brossard God damn it, and she better fucking act like one or he would be forced to kill her and take a new wife, something that he didn’t want to do since Raven was actually in love with him. Sure, he was quite attractive and believed that he could charm any woman, but he didn’t see the use in wasting another three years of his life getting a new wife when he had Raven right here. After all, there were times when she did act appropriately, even if she couldn’t seem to learn that there would some things she could just not fucking do. Ignoring the countless screams of that he got as he did so, Max lifted his wife off the ground by her hair, slamming her into the wall shortly afterwards so that her hair wouldn’t rip or anything. He wasn’t necessarily stupid, but he could still prove a point, and he was determined to do exactly that.
Ah, he was so grateful to the Headmaster for allowing his wife to stay in his dormitory. Student or not, they had been married before he started teaching. Needless to say, he wanted her around him at all times, and it was not because he loved her.
His coal-black eyes still narrow, Max found himself feeling through Raven’s blood-red dress, trying to find the pocket that he knew would be holding her knife. Since he paid for her cloths, he knew how she liked them made, and Maximilien was perfectly aware that his little fucking wife liked to carry a knife around with her wherever she went, despite the dangers that it might pose for her in a situation like this. Finally, after a few minutes of searching (and ignoring Raven’s persistent pleas for mercy, the whore) he found what he was looking for, and proceeded to withdraw a blade for what was seemingly just the folds of Raven’s dress. Overall, Max preferred to use a wand to a muggle weapon, and though he was positively fascinated with guns and with knives he found that they didn’t cause as much pain as, say, the Cruciatus Curse would. When he was younger he tended to be slightly more prone to using anything that he could find to pretty much beat the shit out of his victims, but he was far less patient now and he knew that he couldn’t leave just with lasting proof that he had tortured them. Raven was a completely different story, since she was his wife and she knew that she better as fuck not open that pretty little mouth of hers, lest he murder her. Besides, she adored him; he knew this. He knew she didn’t want him to go to Azkaban, which was what he reminded her constantly when she threatened to tell someone about the abuse.
Sighing in a rather bored manner, the man quickly flipped Raven around so that her face was turned toward the wall, the hand that wasn’t holding the knife tearing at the back of her dress. At the moment, it was obvious that Maximilien did not care about ruining the fabric, knowing that he could use a simple charm to repair it and, honestly, wanting to hurt his wife more than pretty much everything else right now. “Now you fucking listen to me, Raven,” he told her as he was finally able to tear her dress enough to see the alabaster skin of her back. “If I catch you fucking one more man, I will take you –” he proceeded to run the knife quickly down her back, creating a rather thick line of red. “–I will torture you–” he ran the knife down her back again, this time making a thicker line next to the previous one and reopening a previous wound. “–I will fuck up that pretty little face you take so much pride in– he slashed her a third time, making another line next to the two others. “– and then I will make sure that I pin the most heinous, barbaric and ruthless crime I can perform on you so you rot the rest of your fucking life in Azkaban.” He left her with a fourth slash down her back, throwing her on the ground as he was finished and throwing the knife down beside her.
Saying nothing more, the man quickly strode out of the bedroom, leaving his wife to take care of her own wounds. In the past he had previously helped her clean herself up, but at the moment he was not feeling as if he wanted to do anything that might be considered remotely kind, especially something that would help that cunt wife of his, Raven. Oh, what he wouldn’t do to slash those beautiful wrists of hers! Of course, he refrained to do so every time an urge fell over him, remembering all of the things that were at least remotely positive about having Raven Lucinda Brossard as a wife. She was absolutely gorgeous, even if she was completely empty headed.
Opting that it would be better for him to simply get out his dormitory altogether, Max decided that he had no intention of leaving the school, for, though he was allowed to, it was simply too trying to get back in and all. Besides, anywhere that he went he was sure to run into more Death Eaters. Oh, how he hated other Death Eaters. Of course, this intention to avoid his fellows was slightly tainted because, the last time he had spoken to a Death Eater (a certain ex-girlfriend and fellow professor of his by the name of Gabriella Martel,) he had pretty much been in a terribly foul mood and had not found her to be at least remotely entertaining. In his opinion, any woman that talked back to him in the slightest was not worth his time, and he didn’t want to waste his valuable brain cells on remembering things such as names. While it was quite difficult for Maximilien Brossard to forget a face, he tended to forget names a lot simply because he couldn’t really be bothered with remembering them in the first place.
The door to his apartment/dormitory was slammed as Max exited into the hallway, which was dark. As it was, he probably should have been patrolling to make sure no students were out anyway, but Maximilien did usually concern himself with such things, especially when he was angry. Needless to say, Maximilien was angry at this very moment.
After letting his black eyes roam over the hallway with some care, he decided to venture through the hallways in search for something to cure his anger and therefore his boredom, although he never had considered Hogwarts a very interesting place. Attending school here was an experience that he was determined to forget, for as the former Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain and a member of the Brossard sibling duo, he had been far too happy to dwell on. One would think, of course, that due to his past he would want think about that happiness. Obviously, Maximilien's mind worked in more complicated ways. If he remembered Hogwarts, he would remember his sister, and memories of her were not thinkgs that Max would ever think of again. Nothing would make him think about her again. Christelle was quite smart, as well as absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, and he loved her more than he had loved anything else in his life. If only Andre hadn’t killed her… if only he had protected her!
Oh, Maximilien certainly had a dysfunctional family.
Trying to wash thoughts of Christelle out of his mind, Maximilien found himself passing the library, where, instead of everything being rather dark and deserted, the man noticed the slightest of lights through the windows in the doors. As one who was blessed with rather good vision, this was something that Max would notice automatically, although he could not say that he was exactly the type who would care if a student was awake in the library. Besides, this was a place he was determined to avoid, for when he was at Hogwarts this was where he had spent quite a bit of time. His head throbbed, and, as he always did at the start of a headache, Maximilien sighed, feeling as if any sort of distraction would be welcome right now.This, he decided, would be better than sitting alone with thoughts of his dead sister plaguing his mind all night long. Thoughts of Christelle brought emotion. Emotion was weakness. Weakness was unacceptable.
"Lumos," Maximilien muttered, and soon he had pushed open the door to the library, where he followed the light to a small area that he had never actually seen before. Oh, how he hated this place. In this area, he found a girl, who appeared to be no older than thirteen, although Maximilien did not often judge ages and did not appear to be a good estimater of how old people were. His wand was still lit as he crossed his arms, a brow raised as he stared at her with his coal black eyes. Briefly he recognized her as a member of his house, which caused more of a scowl, for Max had at least a little bit of house pride.
"100 points from Ravenclaw." Obviously his house pride wasn't so much that he wouldn't detuct points him his own house. "How many detentions were you looking for, babe?" It was better than calling her whore, he decided, and he didn't know her name.
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Andrea Wilson
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| | Re: Breaking curfew -after lights out in the libra
« Reply #2 on Jan 21, 2008, 2:26pm » | |
Andrea's head flew up and the small, extremely childish--looking girl stared at the professor out of wide eyes. For a moment it seemed as if she would have liked to run - or better still, sink into the ground and she looked frightened when she saw the tall professor tower over her.
For a second she remembered how her father had towered over her just like that years ago when he'd found her in his potions lab, but then she shook her head to dispell the memory. This couldn't be like this. Sure, the professor - wait - this was her new head of house, well, this certainly wasn't the best of introductions! - was furious, but this was a professor, not her father. He'd never even dream of putting her over his knee!
Risking a small, apologetic smile, she offered tentatively: "It's the first night, sir and we haven't got any housepoints yet and - and - I was only reading, sir. I didn't think -" the girl broke off, remembering in time that it probably wouldn't be the best of ideas to admit that she hadn't reckoned on getting caught. The girl looked at the floor, obviously having discovered something riveting on the carpet judging by the way she was staring at it.
Andrea shivered. Somehow it seemed much colder in the library with the new professor standing before her and the child was nervously twisting the sleeves of her long nightshirt, thinking that maybe she should have put on something warmer. Her hair had fallen in front of her face, hiding it from view. The professor's eyes had been steely and she didn't dare meet them. The floor was safer - much safer and she couldn't help wondering about those detentions.
What would he make her do? Clean the toilets like Filch loved to do? Though anything but nice, that was more or less bearable. True, it was gross, but she could deal with that, if she had to. If only he'd pronounce his punishment and let her go. But - she'd lost her chance of a nice read and that was a pity.
Somehow Andrea couldn't quite take the situation as seriously yet as it probably was and hoped that she'd be let off wiith one or two detentions. After all, she belonged to the professor's house and most people favoured their own house and were less strict with those students.
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Maximilien Brossard
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| | Re: Breaking curfew -after lights out in the libra
« Reply #3 on Feb 8, 2008, 11:20am » | |
Maximilien raised a brow quizzically, watching the girl and give him some half assed excuse, though not feeling any drop of sympathy for her even if she was in his house. At the moment, this man really did not feel sympathy for anyone, and, really, he hardly ever felt anything but anger directed towards another person anyway. Yes, it was true that Raven could please him when she wasn’t running her mouth so much or being so fucking thick, but the bad moments seemed to outweigh the good with her, and sometimes he found himself wondering if she was really worth all the trouble. Knowing that now they were actually married and not just fuck buddies, Max felt that he really did far to much for that woman, and she hardly ever showed her gratitude by simply shutting up and doing everything that he just told her to do – no, she had to want to do all those things that woman adored, like having conversations, being fucking romantic with one another and foreplay. Naturally, Maximilien was not a thing like his wife, and, really, he couldn’t care less about what she wanted him to do, since he certainly wasn’t the kind of man who would hold someone in their arms and whisper words of adoration… not to say that he hadn’t ever done it before, but it wasn’t something that he particularly enjoyed, to say the least. Sometimes, though, he had to do what Raven wanted to keep her around, though part of him wasn’t even sure why he did that. Of course, it was then that he remembered Christelle and how alike his sister and his wife were in looks, and that was when he realized he simply needed that link – that tiny, hopeless little link that bound Christelle to him. Besides, Raven wasn’t absolutely awful all the time, and she usually did know when to shut the fuck up and do whatever the hell he wanted.
His expression becoming completely emotionless, Max straightened his back just a bit and stared at the young woman in front of him, feeling quite annoyed though not really showing it. Overall, the Potions Master didn’t enjoy talking at all, though when it came to getting down to business he supposed that he could stand having a serious discussion. It just seemed as though there were so many positively idiotic people in the word right now, and they all seemed to think that it was okay to start a conversation about their interests and shit like that – like Maximilien cared anyway! At Death Eater meetings or anything related to his job, Max still rarely spoke, though he did put his input into things because, really, he didn’t want anyone else fucking things up, especially for the Dark Lord, and he really was an absolute god… in his eyes at least. Besides, thinking about what would happen if he did not put his input in here and there seemed to be catostrophic, for, if he did not, there was always the chance that his father could make an idiotic suggestion. Naturally, not all of Andre's ideas were stupid, for then he would not ben an inner circle member, but Max did not think highly of them, to say the least.
His handing twitching ever so slightly, Max replied, slowly, “Didn't think?” His eyebrow was still raised. “I want you in my office every night this week, understand me?” Oh, how badly he wanted to slap this bitch, though he refrained for now, since he knew it would solve nothing if he went around attacking everyone at Hogwarts. It was her fault that he would be wasting his first week or so teaching in this shithole spending his afternoons with this worthless little Ravenclaw, but it seemed like a fair punishment to her. To be perfectly honest with himself, he knew that he would have given more if he didn't feel like he had to adminster the actual detention himself, which Max did not feel like wasting all that much time doing. He glared down at her, aching for a response.
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Andrea Wilson
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| | Re: Breaking curfew -after lights out in the libra
« Reply #4 on Feb 8, 2008, 1:35pm » | |
The silence was becomíng oppressive for the little girl and she shivered slightly in her nightgown. When the professor finally did speak, his calmly measured tones with which he repeated her own words drove the blood into her face and Andrea's cheeks burned with embarrassment and shame. She had been idiotic and she knew it, but as yet she'd mainly managed to avoid getting on the wrong side of a professor or being caught.
True, she'd broken curfew dozens of times, but she'd only ever been caught once before and only Professor McGonagall had ever been down on her, having realised that Andrea often didn't bother to sit down and do things properly if skimming through them sufficed. Nobody but her had noticed - luckily - and nobody but she had ever caught Ändrea and punished her soundly.
Now she could only hope that the former transfiguration professor had never passed on her impressions of Andrea - or rather, hadn't written them down. At least Professor Flitwick had never seemed to have heard Professor McGonagall's views - or had chosen not to heed them and Andrea was none too certain what Professor Brossard might do. For if he found a negative file - but somehow, the girl coudn't imagine Professor McGonagall really writing down that Andrea tended to be lazy and disregarded rules if she didn't like them. True, the professor had been stern and very conscientous, but surely, she wouldn't have done that? It sounded unlikely, the small girl decided, not realising that there were such things as files on pupils, their behaviour and their classwork, wh ich allowed new teachers to trace a student's development.
Shifting uneasily under his cold gaze and still waiting for her punishment, the small girl was unconsciously balancing on one foot and rubbing her leg with her other foot. If only the professor got it over with! Waiting was terrible for the small girl as her vivid imagination kept producing all sorts of lurid images. What would happen? How would this new professor react and be?
Something about him was deeply disturbing to the girl and unsettled her, though she didn't know what it was. Was it the tales she'd heard? She couldn't put her finger on it, particularly as at first he hadn'T sounded too bad, rather laid-back in fact, so maybe it just was her imagination, which was playing with her.
At long last the professor started to speak again, announcing in a clipped voice, that she'd have a week of detentions with him. The girl let out her breath, feeling slightly better. One week was horrid, but it could be worse and it was the usual punishment, as she knew from the others, so she nodded and then, realising that the professor had asked a question at the end, looked up at him shyly and added a quiet: "Yes. sir."
It required quite an effort to raise her eyes and look at the professor, but the small girl felt she had to do so now to - to acknowledge him and the punishment, Andrea thought confusedly, summoning her courage and wanting to be polite. She didn't have the faintest idea of what might happen during those detentions, but felt slightly reassured by the familiar punishment, deciding that though unpleasant, she'd be able to deal with this - and would have to be just more careful another time, so that she wouldn't be caught again.
She was still rubbing her left foot down the right one without realising it, while she was waiting for the professor to dismiss her. For a moment she wondered if she ought to ask if she might put back the books or ought to disappear at once and while considering this, the small girl overbalanced ever so slightly and brought down her foot in a loud stamp, which looked remarkably like a display of defiance and a fit of temper, but Andrea had no idea of that, being too accustomed to her own habit.
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