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Post by ANTHONY JAMES MULCIBER on Dec 27, 2012 3:32:27 GMT
 -----------------------------Small talk filled the Great Hall that evening as dinner was in full swing. Anthony moved his food around, half listening to his friends talk. He was more interested in a black haired beauty a couple of seats down. It was her who he had been trying to get to talk to all evening. Such a fiery woman, he thought to himself, a bit amused and disappointed. The woman was in the same year as Anthony. He had kissed her on the Quidditch field after expression his crush. He remembered feeling completely heartbroken as he watched her run off. He shook his head at himself, not wanting to relive that moment and the days that had followed. He had tried to keep himself busy of course. Throwing himself at his work and trying his hardest not to punch the new captain for the Slytherin team. He was an organizational freak. Now the black haired boy was a bit organized himself but not to that point. It was horrid. Why he had gotten the position was beyond him. Everyone he had spoken to on the team was not happy with him either. They surprised Mulciber by telling him that he should have been selected as captain. He shot that idea down after telling them that he would look crazy. And besides, he wasn’t interested in the slightest. He was interested in keeping his position as a Chaser and nothing more.
Quite honestly he did not like the hard work. He would have preferred to pass it to someone else. As his thoughts continued on many different directions he gazed around at the hall. Anthony knew he should claim someone soon as was per the rules. His only disappointment was that he could not claim another pureblood. His gaze soon turned to Aralynn again before looking away. Whom to claim is the question he should be focusing on. He knew he wanted someone that he could bully around. Push and humiliate them. He was soon glowering at the Gryffindor table. At no one other than Mary Macdonald. A light bulb went off in his head. He had tortured her when they were in their fifth year. After that he had promised to make her life a living hell. What better way to keep that promise than to make her his slave. His eyes glittered evilly, his plans were set in his mind. He would try to ambush her tomorrow. Making a mental note to himself he got up. A couple of his friends looked at him curiously. Anthony shook his head, telling them that he was perfectly fine. Just not hungry anymore. He turned and walked out of the Hall. He passed by a couple of first years and they flinched away from him. The seventh year snickered to himself.
What he wouldn’t love to curse each and every one of the little monsters. His eyes moved to the band that had marked them as muggleborns. His lips twitched into an evil smirk, a dangerous look on his face. They actually whimpered scuttling off. Anthony rolled his eyes as he continued to stroll into the corridors. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, heading down to the dungeons and to the Slytherin Common Room. He would try to do some homework. Hopefully he would be able to get a little bit of flying in tonight. That had always settled his nerves. Why he was suddenly nervous Anthony had no clue. Thankfully for him the common room was empty. He quirked an eyebrow at himself as he looked around at his dorm. To say his part was the only one that was not messy that was an understatement. Idiots the lot of them, Anthony thought fondly, shaking his head. He made another mental note to playfully smack them upside the head. He walked back down the stairs and made himself comfortable on the couch. His Potions book in his hand. He was happy that no one would think to bother him. Boy was he wrong. [/size] Tagged. Rita!
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Notes. Well this should be interesting!
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Post by rita on Dec 30, 2012 21:12:02 GMT
It was that time of day. The time of day when the majority of the Hogwarts population gathered in the Great Hall for dinner. For Rita Skeeter, it was the time of day that she could arrange these ‘conversations’ in the dungeons, there was a much smaller chance that someone would interrupt her. She listened absentmindedly to the fifth year Slytherin standing opposite her in the corridor, playing with her long blonde hair as she did so. The words coming out of his mouth were accusatory, and quite frankly, it was beginning to irritate her. It was not Rita’s fault that they had ended up in this situation. It was not her fault that he had decided to cheat on his girlfriend. It was not her fault he had decided to talk about it to his friend when she was listening in. It was not her fault he had been desperate to avoid his girlfriend finding out. In fact, it was certainly just a matter of agreeing on a price. Recognising defeat, the boy pulled several Galleons out of his robes and placed them in Rita’s waiting hand. She smiled, turned on her heel and left him standing without another word.
It wasn’t blackmail in Rita’s head. Yes, she had cornered the fifth year and threatened to tell the whole school unless he paid her, but she didn’t like to think of it as blackmail. Blackmail was such a Gryffindor word, a word that the prefects and teachers were fond of using. No, Rita preferred to think of it as two people coming to an agreement. A satisfied smirk on her face, she turned the corridor and headed to the Slytherin Common Room. A place where nobody would judge her for what she had just done. She walked into the common room, not surprised to find it was empty. Of course, the majority of her house would be at dinner, or elsewhere. She sat down in the corner of the room and picked up a magazine someone had left lying. It was almost surreal to be in the common room alone. Under normal circumstances, the common room would be packed, very loud and full of energy. Usually, Rita choose not to take part in the conversations in the common room, apparently uninterested by what her housemates had to say. In actual fact, she was listening intently on the off chance she might pick up something. More often than not, the conversations were extraordinarily trivial, homework, Quidditch and the like but occasionally she picked up something useful. After a quick scan of the contents in the magazine, she tossed it to one side, distinctly unimpressed.
She turned her head slightly as someone else entered the common room. Anthony Mulciber. It amused her greatly when he scanned the common room and didn’t notice her. The two of them were in the same year, and so crossed paths regularly. But lately, she hadn’t seen too much of him. Interesting. She watched his figure retreat up the stairs to his dormitory. Something was different about Anthony Mulciber this year, and she was quite determined to discover why that was. Silently, she watched him come back into the common room and take a seat. “Anthony,” she started, moving to sit in a chair opposite him. “Don’t tell me you weren’t going to hello?” she asked innocently. Her tone of voice was light and joking, but the look in her eyes was quite the opposite.
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Post by ANTHONY JAMES MULCIBER on Feb 20, 2013 3:01:11 GMT
----------------------------- Anthony had placed his Potions book and the few pieces of parchment down on the couch. He made himself comfortable as he opened his book. He was ready to do his essay. That damn blasted essay he always put off until a few days before it was due. Oh yes, Anthony was great at that. He gazed down at the book until a voice brought him out of his thoughts. His head snapped up and he couldn’t help but to let out a small groan. It was one person that he had tried to avoid at all cost. Rita Skeeter. The girl was the queen gossiper of the school. Always starting rumors. “Rita. I am definitely surprised to see you here. Did you just come back from making a student’s life a misery? I heard you started a rumor bout that Ravenclaw girl. Really my dear do you ever get tired of doing this?” He drawled, turning back to his book. He couldn’t help but to let out a snort at her tone. “The innocent act might not get you anywhere my dear,” Anthony commented as he turned a page in his book. He was doing the right thing he supposed. Being completely civil towards a girl whose behavior was quite questionable. Not to say that he found the drama being caused by her gossiping highly amusing of course. He lived for those types of situation.
It was the question of snooping around for someone’s secrets. And Anthony was someone who had a lot of secrets. Those that he kept hidden inside of him and he didn’t want anyone to find out. He didn’t want anyone to find out that his father was powerful, yet a worthless excuse for one. He had nightmares of beatings from long ago. It was those actions that had caused the heart to cave completely in ice. No one had ever managed to pierce through that ice cold heart. No matter how hard they might have tried. He slowly raised his head to look at Rita slightly amused. “A certain Hufflepuff is going around claiming that you held him down and curse him senseless. I had cornered the worthless half breed but, alas, it was only a false rumor. Now if you want to do it I can give you his name so I can come by to watch of course. This was a few weeks ago. If you ask me the Hufflepuff boy is foolish. He’s in his fourth year now. I think his last name is…Daniels?” Anything, anything to distract her from him. “I don’t think he knew that rumors tend to have the nasty reputation of getting back to us Slytherins. He had it coming the worthless Mudblood.”
He wasn’t foolish. He knew what she was capable of. His insides turned cold at the thought of the whole school knowing everything. Knowing the black haired beauty that had managed to capture his heart. And ran away with it to, a voice hissed in the back of his head. He quickly bit down on the inside of his cheek. He didn’t want to think about the eldest Nott girl right now. He had put too much faith in them being together. His eyes clouded over as he gazed down at the book. Anthony sighed, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. The black haired boy glanced down at his homework and back at the blonde girl. “I don’t suppose you would remember the use of bezoars in potions Skeeter?” He flicked through the book, growing frustrated by the minute. His temper was slowly reaching the boiling point. He wondered if this was Rita’s plan. To make him even more angry so he would break down and confess. He couldn’t help but to snort at the thought. He didn’t break that easily. Like his heart, Anthony was made of stone. It took a lot more to set him off. It took a lot more stress to make him completely crazy. He frowned a bit, troubled at the way his thoughts were going. He didn’t like it at all. [/size] Tagged. Rita!
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