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Post by Kanto and Kenra Spell on Oct 30, 2005 8:08:33 GMT -5
Kanto slouched into the great hall wearing his pajamas with a robe hung over his shoulders. His hair was messed up and tangled, it looked like he didn't even try to comb his hair. Plopping in a seat at the slytherin table Kanto's hand extended toward the toast and bagels. Stopping his hand in between he lazily eyed each bread mixture and had a silent debate in his head about which one to eat. It looked like an effort this early in the morning. Finally his hand descended on the bagels then lifted toward the toast and picked both up, maybe he should have done that sooner because other greedy hands were now picking at the bread and bagels. Picking up a knife he messily splattered butter on his toast and took a bite, his other hand rested on his bagel daring anyone to steal it. Rubbing his eyes he saw people enter the Great hall, whom, he didn't know because he was to busy trying to get the jam.
After filling himself with a bit of toast Kanto looked up to see the post owls arriving, seeing a school owl circle the slytherin table he was surprised when it landed in front of him spilling his orange juice. Hastily cleaning it up with his wand he fumbled trying to get the letter off of the owls leg as it hopped up and down hotting from the prick of his sharp nails.
picking up the letter he saw it was from his mother with neat hand writing stained with, water?
Opening the letter Kanto saw two pieces of paper, one a letter and another a folded up piece of a daily prophet page.
Opening the letter he read:
Dear Kanto Kennedy Spell, -that was strange, she never called him by his full name unless-!
I'm very sorry to say that your father has been judged -here Kanto's hands started to shake- And will be Kissed on the 2 of November. Please think about it and write back telling me if you'll come.
-Mother
Dropping the letter Kanto felt unchecked tears roll down his face. Opening the Daily Prophet page he dropped it as if it stung him, before he could read it the large words for the title told him everything.
Death Eaters Christopher Spell, John Nelson, Menkty Tails and Carson Bell, found guilty and will be Kissed on the 2nd November.
The blood drained away from his face as his eyes leaked tears of anger and sorrow. His father was going to die, no worse, have his soul sucked out, because he joined the death eaters, then he was a hallucination that instead of Christopher Spell it wrote Kanto Spell. Shaking his head his put his hands on his face as the tears kept coming, he didn't care as a person stole his bagel that he was guarding, all that mattered was that his father was going to be Kissed by a Dementor.
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Post by Blaise Zabini on Nov 10, 2005 10:54:02 GMT -5
Sunlight finally crossed the path that Blaise had been pacing for the last hour and he turned on his heel and changed his course. Now that the sun was up, it wasn't too early to be in the Great Hall. Something had been weighing on Blaise, something about today was no good. But the trek to the Great Hall had been without incident and as he took his usual seat at his table, he saw no evidence of today being anything then just another day.
He took some fruit and picked at it without thinking. Eating wasn't something he really thought about it. Either he did it subconciously or he didn't. He sat back and regarded the hall. People were eating and drinking and looking downright merry. Which was insane seeing how it was too early to be anything but barely awake. Bloody Gryffindors . What felt like just a few minutes later, the Hall was filled with loud voices and the hooting of school owls. Blaise looked up for his shiny black owl and smiled at it, allowing it to take what it wanted while he unclipped the Daily Prophet from his leg.
Skimming through it, Blaise's eyes caught on a headline and froze. Death Eaters Christopher Spell, John Nelson, Menkty Tails and Carson Bell, found guilty and will be Kissed on the 2nd November. So that's what had gone wrong... the sound of crying caught Blasie's attention and his eyes quickly searched his table for the source of it. A boy was unashamedly crying, a Daily Prophet in his hands. Blaise spent a minute trying to think of why the boy would be crying, then realized he looked remarkably like Christopher Spell. Must be his son.
Not that it was particulary Blaise's job, but since Lucius was caught, he found that he had a knack for calming people whose Death Eater parents had gotten caught. It seemed to be one of the only talents Blaise had. And since then, he had gone and found each one and talked to them. Gaining several new friends and people who would watch his back, it wasn't quite a fair reward, but Blaise didn't have anything else to give.
Trying not to look obvioius, Blaise watched the boy. He was waiting to see if someone would realize that the boy was crying and go over to him. He watched as Daily Prophet's were unfolded and titles read and nervous glances fly across the table, but none seemed to notice the boy. Well it was well understood compassion wasn't a strong trait of Slytherins, this was downright ridiculous. The people on either side of the boy hadn't even realized his tears.
Sighing, Blaise made his way over to the boy and sat down, waiting for the boy to acknolwedge him.
((sorry its so short and bad! I didn't want to write for your character.. and ddin't know what to write for mine! lol))
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Post by Kanto and Kenra Spell on Nov 12, 2005 14:40:13 GMT -5
Stopping his tears kanto thought
Stop! crying won't make it better!
then he noticed another slytherin getting up and sitting beside him. He had seen this slytherin around Malfoy (i think your guy is from the book, i forgot XP).
What was his name? Ah yes Blaise i think. Thinking about what to say he mummbled a hello, his voice seemed ok but his hands were white from clenching them so hard around the envolope. Burning the letter with a simple pyro spell e grummbled emmbarassed that sombody had come because he was crying.
ooc|| meh, i can't think of what to write.
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Post by Blaise Zabini on Nov 19, 2005 19:27:47 GMT -5
Blaise blinked at the boy, returning his hello and noting his white knuckles. The boy needed to get out of the Great Hall, especially after he burned the letter. It was a miracle his fingers didn't get burned as well. For a long moment, Blaise just sat regarding the boy, the boy made no move to welcome to boy or reject him. He was merely there, indifferent to Blaise. So what'd that mean? What should he do? Would he prefer to be left alone now, or would he rather someone was there with him?
Sighing, Blaise shook his head to clear it and tilted his head. "You're Spell's son, aren't you?" He asked quietly. Way to open up new wounds, Zabini. Scowling at himself, he realized how much of a big mouth he had. It would kill him to try and be smooth, wouldn't it? Suddenly the realization that he was trying to hard hit him and he almost laughed. Of course, what would he want done if he had just read his father was going to be given the kiss?
"I'd throw a party and cry in glee... His mind oh so unhelpfully snapped at him and he pushed the thought down, focusing on the empathy behind the thought.
"It'll be okay. Eventuallly... your father's loyalty will be repaid to you and your family. And your loyalty will be paid doubly, you know that. Right?"
His head tilted, well comforting came first, it was important to figure out who was going to stay on their side or who were going to defect to the other. It was Blaise's job to weed out the weak ones and he was only trying to do his job..
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Post by Kanto and Kenra Spell on Nov 19, 2005 19:41:21 GMT -5
"Yes, I'm in the Spell family." he turned his head looking at Blaise fully now that his tears weren't blinding him. Eyes narrowing in suspicion he added "I don't really have a family, mother isn't one of us, she doesn't even know whats going on." he then looked at the Ravenclaw table as he heard a shout in frustration coming from his sister "Kenra is a better one then me, though she doesn't know when to quit. Thats where i come in." drumming the table with his fingers in frustration he mumbled "Why didn't he run away?". Turning his head he finally realized that he was talking to another slyhterin who could, or wasn't a death eater, or at least on his side. "Are you one of them?" he asked suddenly, his hand already at his wand.
ooc|| I really, really forgot about your character if he was in the books XP.
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Post by Blaise Zabini on Nov 19, 2005 19:57:24 GMT -5
(( Aye, he was. He's not mentioned so much until the 6th book, but I didn't really care for him there. hehehe))
Blaise blinked confusedly as the boy's eyes narrowed in suspicion at him. What had he done? The boy began rambling and Blaise began to have problems following him. "Us, better one then me..." Better what? By the end of his little rant, Blaise's head was spinning and he didn't know to answer yes or no.
Frowning he briefly closed his eyes, allowing his mind to catch up with reality and then reopened them, shaking his head a little. "I don't follow you. One of who?" A death eater? Or a member of the Order? Or something else entirely...
What a werid day this was turning out to be. Half of Blaise just wanted to go wash his hands of the whole day and go and sleep through the rest of it, but the other half kept him rooted to his spot, confusion or not.
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Post by Kanto and Kenra Spell on Nov 19, 2005 20:10:54 GMT -5
Closing his eyes he picked his words with care, if this person was against him, he'd have not choice but to team up with his sister and kill him, if he wasn't against him, he'd earned an ally "The, Lords minions..." he said slowly looking for a reaction, not noticing his sister getting up and coming closer to him.
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