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Post by Laurasia on Jan 30, 2006 15:41:07 GMT -5
Voldemort was about to say something to Vincent when he heard the floo in the living room. "I don;t think that we're alone anymore Vincent. Expecting company?" he asked, while pulling out his wand.
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Post by Brandybuck on Jan 31, 2006 13:36:20 GMT -5
Vincent looked up at Voldemort. "Yes my Lord..that would be the Malfoy boy and my son."
Just as he said this, his son entered the room. "Father, we are here."
Vincent embraced his son, then looked to the Dark Lord. "I would like to present my son, Vincent Jr." Whispering to his son." Be polite and go shake his hand."
He could tell that his son was very nervous. Most everyone was around Voldemort..his power was just that intense. Vincent Jr. slowly approached Voldemort, and shook his hand.
"Pleasure to meet you sir." In his mind Vincent Jr. was wondering which of his father's friends this was.he did not remember him.
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Post by Laurasia on Jan 31, 2006 17:53:53 GMT -5
Upon hearing Vincent say that it was only the two young boys Voldemort put his wand away. He noticed when the younger Vincent came into the room that he was very much his father's son. Though he did not recognize a familiarity between Vincent Jr & his father, but Vincent Jr & his grandfather. Both seemed to be rather stout & hearty characters. As the young man approached & made his introduction the Dark Lord smiled. He took the boys hand into his & pondered about which name he should offer to the boy? Smiling he said cooly, "Very nice to meet you Vincent. I am Lord Voldemort."
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Post by Brandybuck on Jan 31, 2006 20:26:12 GMT -5
Vincent Sr. eyed his son carefully to gauge his reaction. He saw that the younger boy turned pale and almost fainted at Voldemort's feet. Vincent stepped forward, and put his hands on his son's shoulders.
"Please excuse him, my Lord. He was not expecting that introduction. The shock will wear off soon ." He guided the boy towards the living room. "If you wish, my Lord, I will introduce you to Lucius's son now."
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Post by Laurasia on Feb 5, 2006 18:33:55 GMT -5
Voldemort watched the boy & couldn't help but smirk when he nearly fainted. When his father stepped forward to excuse him Voldemort simply shook his head. "Perfectly alright, Vincent. I understand completely." He looked over Vincents' shoulder to the other boy. "Yes, I would like to meet the young Malfoy boy very much."
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Post by Brandybuck on Feb 8, 2006 13:35:22 GMT -5
"Very well my Lord. Follow me."
Vincent led the way into the living room where he saw Draco waiting impatiently. Upon their arrival, he saw Draco rise. He approached Draco and shook his hand.
"Hello Draco. It has been awhile. I have a house guest who would like to make your acquaintance."
Vincent then looked to the Dark Lord, waiting for him to commence with the introductions.
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Post by Brandybuck on Feb 8, 2006 13:38:17 GMT -5
~Draco~
After getting somewhat impatient at being made to wait, he heard footsteps approaching from the other room. He looked up and saw Vincent Sr. and another man enter the room. Where was Crabbe? he thought, while straining his neck to see.
For some reason, he could not keep his eyes from the mysterious man. He certainly had a prescence about him that was strong. He stood up and shook Vincent Sr's hand.
He then waited for the man to introduce himself.
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Post by Laurasia on Feb 8, 2006 17:34:54 GMT -5
Voldemort came into the room & noted the familar Malfoy impatience within the boy. He watched as Vincent welcomed him to the house & then stepped aside so he could introduce himself.
He approached Draco slowly & held his hand out to him. "Of course you are Draco Malfoy. Your father couldn't deny you if he wanted to. It's nice to finally meet you. I am Lord Voldemort."
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Post by Brandybuck on Feb 10, 2006 18:13:21 GMT -5
Draco froze in shock as he shook the man's hand.
Lord Voldemort? Is that what he said??
He felt excitement as well as fear within his body. He smiled and vowed to keep his manners. he wanted to make a great, lasting impression on the Dark Lord after all. He wanted to be revered like his father was.
"It is a pleasure to meet you my Lord."
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Post by Laurasia on Feb 11, 2006 9:56:22 GMT -5
Voldemort smiled at the boy. "It's only too obvious that you're a Malfoy. You look just like your forefathers. We're relaxing in the living room, come."
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Post by Brandybuck on Feb 11, 2006 17:02:10 GMT -5
Draco smiled at the compliment from the Dark Lord.
"Of course, my Lord." He stayed very close to Voldemort as they entered the living room. He noticed that Crabbe's dad was talking to his wife in the kitchen. They both looked very pleased with themselves.
He turned to see Crabbe, ashen faced, sitting on one of the sofas. "What's your problem Crabbe?"
Draco smirked and poured the Dark Lord a firewhiskey. "Here you are my Lord."
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Post by Laurasia on Feb 12, 2006 13:32:24 GMT -5
Voldemort nodded & smirked at the Malfoy boy. "Why thank you draco. I do believe that the Crabbe's employ house elves for such things though." He took a deep drink from his glass & sat back.
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Post by Brandybuck on Feb 12, 2006 15:45:11 GMT -5
Draco reddened slightly at the comment.
"Yes, but if there house elves are anything like ours, they tend to be..slow. I would hate to have to punish a house elf that isn't mine."
He stumbled through the excuse, while really thinking..I actually wanted to get it for you, but I will never admit it.
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Post by Laurasia on Feb 13, 2006 12:04:48 GMT -5
Voldemort smiled & patted young Draco on the shoulder. "I understand, thank you. Why don't you get one for yourself as well?"
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Post by Brandybuck on Feb 13, 2006 15:32:27 GMT -5
Draco was a little taken aback by the suggestion.
"My Lord, my father doesn't really permit me to drink firewhiskey." He felt the rebellious streak within him win out. He had been seeing more and more of that rebelliousness within himself recently.
"However, I feel that I am old enough, so thank you my Lord. I will indeed have one." He poured himself a firewhiskey, and took a sip. Immediately, his mouth was on fire. He knew that his face must be very red, but he would NOT spit it out. That would be most embarassing. Forcing a smile through the grimace, he swallowed with a loud gulping sound.
"That was good.."
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