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Post by Callysra Amex Kerea on Jul 17, 2009 18:49:35 GMT -5
It was sometime after noon on Saturday when Callysra realized she'd been spending her whole weekend grading papers and talking with students that had endless questions. Picking up her robe, she stacked her papers quickly then left the classroom, I really need a life, she thought as she walked out.
As usual, Callysra headed away from Hogwarts grounds then apparated to Hogsmeade, where she usual spent a portion of her weekend as long as there were no missions she was needed on. After surveying her surroundings she gave a soft sigh then went to the Hogs Head and stepped inside.
Blinking several times, Callysra waited for her eyes to get accustomed to the dim light, then glanced around looking for any familiar faces. And she found one. Zaire. Once again. Nodding her head to Aberfroth, who had seen her enter, she asked for a butterbeer, then approached Zaire's table. Since ther last talk, they were on much better terms. As she neared him, she spotted he wasn't alone, but his company was no one she knew. It was another man, which appeared to be in his early forties. Pausing a foot away, Callysra gazed down at Zaire with a curious expression, "nice to see you here, again, Zaire," she greeted with a tiny smile, then glanced over at the other man, who was looking at her. Who was he?
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Post by Zaire Lestrange on Jul 17, 2009 19:34:22 GMT -5
The blue eyes scanned over bottle after bottle of Draught of Living Death, every once in a while darting up toward the clock on the wall. Zaire had six potions left to grade and ten minutes before he was supposed to be down in Hogsmeade, at the Hog's Head. Sighing, he uncorked the next potion. Coughing at the awful smell that issued from it, he quickly forced the cork back in and marked the label with a 'D' for Dreadful.
Finishing examining the last bottle, which surprisingly was almost perfect, he stood and stretched. Seeing the time, he hurried to change, fix his make-up and leave. Across the school and out past the gates he went, before disapparating away from the castle and to Hogsmeade.
Opening the door to the Hog's Head, he was glad to see that it was even less busy than usual. The less people the better. He gave a nod in Aberforth's direction, and then headed to the back, looking around for a certain face. Spotting Malaki all the way in back, as expected, he went and sat down across from him. Just as Aberforth walked away from bringing their drinks, the door opened again. Callysra. Shit. Yes, after their long chat a couple weeks ago, Callysra had come around, that wasn't what he cared about now.
Forcing a small smile in return, he nodded. "Nice to see you too, Callysra," he said. He looked from Callysra to Malaki and back before speaking up again. Malaki had only joined a little over a week ago, and then immediately sent out on a mission. Zaire was quite positive he was about the only person Malaki new aside from the Dark Lord yet. "Err...Callysra, this is Malaki, he's a new Death Eater," he said slowly. "Malaki, Callysra...she's a high-ranker," he said, adding then end with great emphasis. He fell silent to let one of them speak, intending to leave Callysra with the impression that he and Malaki were only meeting about Death Eater business.
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Post by Callysra Amex Kerea on Jul 17, 2009 20:21:17 GMT -5
Raising her eyebrows, Callysra looked over Malaki, taking in his looks. "A new death eater, hmm? Why haven't I heard of this new recruit? Ara usually tells me about them," she commented with a small smile, then flicked her wand to draw herself a chair. "Mind if I sit?" she asked, though she didn't wait for a reply to sit down. She wondered what the two were meeting about, if it wasn't about any missions or The Dark Lord.
Aberfroth came with her drink and she gave him a short smile and muttered "thanks," before taking a drink, though the entire time she kept her eyes on Malaki, studying his slightly uncomfortable position.
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Post by Zaire Lestrange on Jul 17, 2009 20:41:24 GMT -5
"A new Death Eater," Zaire repeated, nodding to Callysra. He raised an eyebrow in question, thinking about it. Had Aramorta not even met the newbie yet? She would have had to have at least known of him. Perhaps she had just forgotten about. After all, in the recent months there had been a constant flow of newbies coming into the Death Eaters. Blinking out of his thoughts, he looked to Callysra again. "Perhaps she has not even directly met him yet. He only joined around two weeks ago and was immediately sent out on mission, with me," he explained. Zaire turned to the other man. "Have you met Aramorta?" he asked.
About to say yes, that he did mind, Zaire bit his tongue as Callysra didn't wait for an answer to take a seat at their table. Still keeping his mouth shut to avoid make a remark that would change Callysra's newly changed opinion of him, he stared down at his drink. He placed a hand to the glass, but did not pick it up. Tracing the rim with his nail, he occasionally shot a glance at Malaki, but never broke the silence.
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Post by Callysra Amex Kerea on Jul 17, 2009 20:46:55 GMT -5
"Yes, maybe he hasn't," Callysra said thoughtfully as she swirled her butterbeer around in her glass. Looking over at Malaki once more with a smile, Callysra waited for Zaire to say something, but recieved silence. After a moment, she decided to break it. "So, Malaki, did you go to Hogwarts?" She asked, tilting her head slightly, "and what brought you to be a Death Eater?"
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Post by Malaki Ember on Jul 19, 2009 17:04:09 GMT -5
Malaki was feeling slightly uncomfortable since the arrival of this other Death Eater, Callysra, she was called. He was half hoping that she was just stopping to say hello to Zaire, however when she sat down he knew he would be staying around. Deciding he might aswell get to know her, and get on her good side, Malaki flashed her one of his well-liked smiles and took a sip of his drink, watching her all the while. At Zaire's question about a woman named Aramorta, Malaki shook his head, "never heard of her, actually."
Keeping his gaze intent on the woman, Malaki replied with a nod, "yes, I did go to Hogwarts, and I became a Death Eater because since a child I always found the 'darkside' to be fascinating, and I've always liked inflicting pain on others that annoyed me," Malaki shrugged with his reply. Looking from Callysra to Zaire, Malaki was unsure what to say, so instead he took another drink then gave Zaire a smile. "So what else are we having a group date?"
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Post by Zaire Lestrange on Jul 19, 2009 19:15:52 GMT -5
Zaire fidgeted a little; Malaki's obvious uncomfortableness was contagious. He was already a bit nervous on his own, from the second he saw Callysra enter the Hog's Head. It was not a good combination. Forcing the feelings down and a blank expression on his face, he continued to play with his glass for distraction. He looked back up at Malaki, lifting an eyebrow. "Oh really?" he said, almost smiling at the surprising stroke of luck. Pretending to fold his hands in his lap, he instead fumbled with the ring in his pocket for a second. Really locking his fingers, he gave a light laugh. "See, Aramorta is the Dark Lord's daughter, his right hand basically..." he said explained. "You will see her next time you see the Dark Lord, I'm sure...it's very rare they're apart, they're nearly inseperable," he said softly, keeping all anger out of his voice.
The blue gaze returned to the still full glass. He finally picked it up, raised it to his lips and took a sip. Setting the glass back down, he smiled to Malaki's answer to Callysra's question. Sighing, not sure what to say, he took another drink to avoid speaking, for the moment anyway. He almost spit his mouthful of butterbeer back out over the table at Malaki's question. Choking slightly, but forcing himself to swallow, he turned away for a second in a coughing fit. Finally breathing normally again, he turned back with a laugh. "Group date...that's hilarious..." he placed a hand to the side of his head to block Callysra's view of his face for a second. He shot Malaki the nastiest look he could muster, before letting his hand drop and smiling.
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