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Post by Brandybuck on Sept 2, 2006 12:31:45 GMT -5
Draco
Draco thrashed around in the bed in frustration. He simply could not get back to sleep, no matter how much he willed it. His eyes were tired, he just could no longer get comfortable. He could not escape the images from his dream. Finally, he knew that he had to just get up. he swung his legs over the bed, and slipped his feet into the awaiting slippers. They were just like his father's slippers..the interior was entirely of rabbit fur, and was extremely warm and soothing to the feet.
As he approached the door leading to the hallway, he heard voices below on the staircase. He guessed the first to be Crabbe's father. When he heard the second voice, his blood ran cold. It was Voldemort's. Draco knew that he had to shake the visions of his father getting murdered from his head, or he would not be able to face the Dark Lord all day. Then, the Dark Lord would no doubt become offended.
He straightened his robe, and opened the door. I might as well go down and have a cup of coffee. he thought.
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Post by Laurasia on Sept 3, 2006 12:35:03 GMT -5
Lord Voldemort
Voldemort stood there on the stairs for a moment. His consciousness shifting between his father's dining room & the hand of Vincent upon his arm. "Yes...just give me a moment, please," was all that he could will himself to say. He heard the subtly demeaning words of his father, the snide chuckling of his grandparents. He turned to the right & saw someone coming towards him as though to escort him out of the house. The sensation started behind his eyes & crept down through his neck into his shoulders until finally his very fingers were tingling with the irate energy. He tightened his fingers around the shaft of his wand which was hidden within his coat pocket. Once more he tried to speak with them courteously, but they simply continued to look down upon him as though he were an insolent pup disturbing a meal that was to be thrown outside. The man took another step towards him & he suddenly pulled the wand out & pointed it at him. His father rose from the table, distant recognition pouring from his face. His eyes hardened upon the wand, then followed its' length up the arm & into the face of the young man holding it so defiantly. "You?! Your mother....that deceitful, devil-loving, gutteral piece of..."
The room flashed green with the only sound being the end of the deadly incantation streaming forth from Voldemort's now wide open mouth in a rage-filled yell. Slowly the image of his father's family faded from his mind's eye & he was once again able to focus on what was occuring around him. There was sweat now coming from his brow & his breathing had quickened. He cleared his throat & straightened his shoulders to show Vincent that he could, indeed, carry himself once more.
"Excuse me Vincent. I seem to still be a bit tired from all that has happened recently. I'm fine now. Let's go have that coffee shall we?" He paused for a moment & turned his head upwards to the above staircases. "I do hope that you'll be joining us Draco." He then smiled at Vincent & continued down the stairs to be shown the direction to take.
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Post by Brandybuck on Sept 6, 2006 0:52:07 GMT -5
Draco
He froze as he saw the scene before him. Crabbe's father was standing on the staircase, holding onto the Dark Lord's arm. The look of concern on the elder Crabbe's face is not what held Draco's attention, however. It was the look on Voldemort's face. He looked irate while at the same time looking very drained. Draco stood very still, so as not to disturb the two of them. Finally, he heard Voldemort tell Crabbe's dad to continue down the stairs. He gave an involuntary jump as he heard the Dark Lord address him. Truly, the man misses nothing..
As he followed the two men down the stairs, he found himself staring at the departing figure of Voldemort with a mixture of fear and awe.
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Post by Brandybuck on Sept 6, 2006 0:58:59 GMT -5
Vincent Sr.
Vincent kept his hand on Voldemort to steady him. Indeed, if he let go of him, he may have tumbled down the stairs. That would have been most unfortunate. Just then out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone approach the upper landing. He contained a sigh when he realized that it was Draco Malfoy. That's all I need...Malfoy Jr. asking questions. However, after a few moments, he had to admit that he was impressed. The boy had not taken one step forward; it was as if he knew the importance of the situation, and not to interfere. Vincent didn't understand it himself. It was clear that the Dark Lord was having some sort of rememberance...but as to what it was, Vincent hadn't the slightest clue.
When it was clear that Voldemort was ready to continue, he finished leading his guests into the den. He snapped his fingers, and one of the house elves appeared at his right side.
"Three coffees." He glanced at Voldemort's still-pale expression. "As a matter of fact, bring the urn also." He had a feeling that the Dark Lord would require more than one cup this morning.
When the elf returned, he waved his wand to stir in the creamer and sugar for Voldemort's coffee. "Here you are my Lord." He handed Draco his cup, not knowing how the boy took his. He left his black, for that was how he preferred it.
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Post by Laurasia on Sept 6, 2006 10:42:34 GMT -5
Lord Voldemort
He followed Vincent into the den & sat himself into a cushy chair appreciatively. His head still felt a bit foggy although his mind ceased to wander between rememberance & consciousness. He took the coffee with a small smile & inhaled the deep earthiness of it's scent. Closing his eyes he slowly swallowed a hot gulp of the brew making himself aware of the warmth as it travelled down his throat & esophagus into his stomach. He sat there for a moment or two allowing the hot drink to warm his very core.
After sometime he opened his eyes & looked over toward Draco who was seated across from him. He smiled slightly. "Good morning Draco. How was your night?"
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Post by Brandybuck on Sept 15, 2006 23:44:21 GMT -5
Draco
As he swallowed the warm brew, Draco found himself trying to will the horrid nightmare from his mind. It was finally starting to work. There was just something about that morning cup of coffee that really screamed at you to wake up, and forget whatever had happened the night before. As he was mulling this over, he barely realized that he was staring at the Dark Lord. He looks like he had a rough night as well...
Just then the Dark Lord opened his eyes and addressed him. Draco finished swallowing the mouthful of coffee before replying.
"Not so well, my Lord. My bedchamber was very accomodating..but..I just could not seem to sleep well at all." He saw a look in Voldemort's eyes that he could not quite place. It was not a malicious look, but it seemed to carry a mystery within it. Knowing that the Dark Lord could read minds, Draco decided to turn his attention back to his coffee.
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Post by Laurasia on Sept 17, 2006 10:10:36 GMT -5
Lord Voldemort
Voldemort hardly suppressed a smirk as Draco averted his eyes, clearly having knowledge of his skills with Legilimency. "Yes, I know Draco. That was a terrible dream that you had. And is hopefully one that shall never need come to pass. However, you shouldn't worry yourself so. Your mind was so convinced by that dream, that my own simply couldn't resist coming in to see what all of the fuss was about." He finished draining his coffee cup & levitated the urn over for more. After stirring in his cream & sugar he offered more coffee to the both of them.
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