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Post by Nadia Ombrelune on Jan 16, 2011 7:01:37 GMT -5
Nadia held the man by the scruff of his robe, dragging him swiftly into a dark alley. She pushed him against the wall, where he closed his eyes with a soft moan. She pressed the tip of her wand into his neck, harshly and the man cried out in pain. "You betrayed us," she said, the disgust she felt was evident in her tone. "You filthy blood traitor, you spied and betrayed us to the government!"
The man shook his head. "No, no, I did not! It was someone else, I swear!" But she would have none of that. With a fierce growl, she pointed her wand at his temple. "I could kill you," she whispered, leaning in close so that her mouth was mere inches from his ear. He was trembling in fear and she reveled in it. "I could kill you now, quickly and quietly."
Then her lips curled into an evil smile. "But that would be boring." Quickly, she pressed one rough hand against his mouth and drew the hand holding her wand quickly once across his face. The man's eyes widened, as he tried to figure out what she was doing. A split second later, he cried out, though the sounds were muffled underneath her palm. It was terrible.
She had cut a clean, straight line right across his face, drawing from his right temple down to the tip of his left earlobe. The blood shimmered and then trickled downwards. "You see," she began. "I don't like liars or traitors. I won't condone them as Virulent's. You're going to serve as an example to all the rest. An example of what happens when you betray me."
With that, she let go and slapped him once against the cheek. He slumped against the wall, his eyes closing. "Please... please..." She did not care to hear his pitious moaning, so she stared right at him. "Look at me," she ordered. He did not open his eyes, probably scared of what she would do to him.
"Look at me now, or I shall cut off your fingers, one by one." And so he did. With tired eyes, he looked at her. The moment he stared right into her grey eyes, he was transfixed, unable to look anywhere but at her. His mouth opened, as if to scream, only no sound came out. He writhed on the ground, screaming in total silence. Tears streamed down his cut face. Finally, she blinked and he stilled. His breath was ragged and wheezy, his eyes red, his face bloody and his clothes damp and dirtied. But she was not finished just yet.
Again she raised her wand arm as he cowered against the wall and she swiped at the air. He shouted out, partly in surprise and part in pain as a single, shimmering "T" appeared cut deep into his lower arm. "Traitor," she whispered with contempt. She spat at the ground on which he was curled and stepped away, letting him deal with his own agony.
She stepped out into the wide Avenue de Magie, searching the crowd. She wanted to kidnap a child, preferably some Beauxbatons kid. It would be easy, so easy and it would definitely scare the wizarding world. |
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Jan 16, 2011 10:10:33 GMT -5
Victoire and one of her friends went to Paris so that they could go clothes shopping before they went back to school. Since Victoire had lost a ton of weight, she no longer had clothes that really fit her anymore. Her friend had to use the bathroom but there was a sale going on that was only going on for a half an hour longer, so she was the one who went on to get the rest of the good clothes before they were all gone.
As Victoire was walking to the store, she heard some yelling and screaming. she stopped right before passing an alley where the screams were coming from. she didn't know what to do, go back or just nonchalantly walk...run by and then into the store. she didn't get to chose any of those however because some kid decided to run into the back of her legs, forcing her to fall to the ground in front of the alley, causing her to drop her bags. she stood up quickly, grabbed her bags and started across the street, hoping that whoever was down there didn't see her.
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Post by Nadia Ombrelune on Jan 16, 2011 10:23:20 GMT -5
Nadia's eyes narrowed when some terribly clumsy girl fell to the ground, shopping spilling everywhere on the dank cobblestone and causing quite the commotion. Now, she really did not mind being seen by anyone. Really, by the time the authority figures spotted her, she could apparate and be gone in seconds.
Plus, there was nothing like some publicity to cause more fear and havoc and goodness knew, she needed more chaos. But the girl was clearly silly and not worth any of the proud Ombrelune's time, so she refocused on the cowering man. "I'll be merciful. I will not kill you because you're worthless scum in any case. Someone will find you, make sure to tell the Silver Quill your pathetic sob story, this better make the front page."
With that, she swept around and walked down the street, wanting to find some child and be done with this whole nonsense. It was only then that she became more aware of the girl that had fallen. She seemed familiar. Surely she had seen her face somewhere before? It was then that it clicked, the familiarity, the pristine skin, flawless features and all too well known name. Weasley. The epitome of all blood traitors, daughter to that ragged werewolf, Bill Weasley.
With a malicious smile, Nadia apparated on the spot, choosing to apparate right behind the Weasley girl. "Hello love," she said, standing right behind her, lips curling into a snide grin. She jabbed her wand's tip right into the small of the girl's back, and not very gently either. "Now, if you promise to be good, I won't have to hurt you." She laughed. "You know me. I've been in the news before. So, there's absolutely nothing you have to worry about," she said, sarcasm lining her voice. |
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Jan 16, 2011 10:33:48 GMT -5
Victoire was almost to the store that her friend was in when she felt a wand agianst her back. she stopped, hearing a vicious voice whisper in her ear. "what do you want from me?" she asked, frozen in place. she realized that she had dropped her bags on the ground, the clothes inside falling out and rolling in the street because of the wind. She wished that her father would walk around the corner and save her.
Victoire finally realized who it was that had her wand in her back. "Nadia Ombrelune..." she said in realization. she began to tremble, knowing that she would be lucky to see anyone ever again. "are you going to kill me?" she asked, her voice cracking as she trembled.
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Post by Nadia Ombrelune on Jan 16, 2011 10:44:35 GMT -5
It was the girls' last question that made Nadia laugh. "Silly girl!" she spat. "You're worthless to me dead. You think too highly of yourself." She looked around, realising that they were a tad out in the open and that people were beginning to stare. Most of them were still unsure who she was, seeing as Nadia had remained quite inconspicuous in the past few years, though steadily gaining followers.
Everyone would know her name of course. Nadia cursed under her breath when some elderly man started walking towards them, a question forming on his lips. Immediately, she stepped closer to the girl, clasping her wrist painfully in her hand and spinning on the spot, apparating. The moment they reappeared, further down in the depth of the darkest parts of the Avenue.
Some ratty woman was watching them, but here Nadia did not care in the least. With a sigh, she pushed the Weasley girl from her, realising that side-along apparation was not exactly a fun experience and it would be quite a fashion faux pas to get puke all over her shoes.
"I advise for you not attempt anything stupid," she said, her voice sounding rather bored. "I'd catch you and you really would not like the things I could do to your face." She clucked her tongue in false sympathy. "For a girl like you, looks is all you've got in any case, isn't it? Let me guess, you're a Papillonlisse?" |
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Jan 16, 2011 10:59:35 GMT -5
Victoire was shocked when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her wrist, then reappeared somewhere else. she was extremely dizzy and when she was pushed, she fell to the ground, trying to get the world to stop spinning. 'please don't throw up' she thought. she needed to get out of here.
Victoire turned around as she listened to Nadia threaten her not to leave. she was too stunned and dizzy to answer her question. she decided to be quiet, wondering what she would do to her. 'what does she want from me?' she thought as tears started to form in her eyes.
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Post by Nadia Ombrelune on Jan 16, 2011 11:13:50 GMT -5
Nadia surveyed the girl who seemed dazed and confused and already there were tears gathering in her eyes. Huh. The girl was a joke. She had expected her to at least put up some kind of fight and to be difficult like most of the Weasley litter, but this girl had absolutely no fight in her. She wondered what exactly she would do. Some people were bound to notice that the girl was gone. Maybe she had been shopping with family or with friends.
They would notice soon and Bill and Fleur Weasley were important enough that the news of the little Weasley girls' disappearance would completely blow up in proportion. Chaos. Panic. Terror. Perfect. Nadia smirked and crouched down before the blonde girl. She still had her maple wand pointed lazily at the girl, a few of her red locks coming loose and tumbling into her face.
"What are you crying about, child?" She hated tears. They were weak and unneccesary, her father had taught her that when she was young. "You've a name, I assume. Speak!" Deeply annoyed, Nadia grabbed a fistful of the Weasley's hair and pulled the girl up, forcing her to stand. "You're just who I need." |
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Jan 16, 2011 11:20:26 GMT -5
Victoire screamed as she felt her hair being pulled up. she stood up quickly and ended up trying to push Nadia away from her. she realized that that was not a wise thing to do. "Victoire!" she screamed, wishing that she would let go of her hair.
Victoire wanted to go home to her family, the place she felt safe. she knew that her dad would spend no time trying to find her and that she would be saved soon enough...but at what expense. She knew that Nadia wanted something, something that her father or whoever would have to give her. "what do you want from me?" she asked, tears streaming down her face.
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Post by Phillipe Lefevre on Jan 16, 2011 11:26:28 GMT -5
Phillipe walked down the darkest alley connected to Avenue de Magie. He was told to meet his mistress here. Finally he found her holding the hair of a teenage girl. So the plan had worked... He hurried to them and stopped next to her. He did a dramatic bow and looked at her feet. "Forgive me my Mistress for being late. I was held up in a meeting with the Minister. Such scum!" he said with a small whimper. He knew what this woman was capable of, and he didn't want to upset her.
He stood back and lifted his back to stand up straight. His black jacket was being blown back in the wind, and his hair was blowing in his face. It wasn't tied back today. He didn't need that to look hot. He didn't need anything to look amazing. "What is this?" he asked her with a disgusted look at the girl. "A Weasley?" The plan had worked even better than expected. "Shall I write about this in the Silver Quill my lady?" His position as the editor of the Silver Quill was certainly to be of great use to her. Thank goodness nobody else knew of his alliance with Ombrelune.
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Post by Nadia Ombrelune on Jan 16, 2011 12:37:04 GMT -5
"That is of none of your concern, Victoire Weasley," Nadia said and let go of her hair. It was in that moment that one of her followers chose to appear. She had breached the idea of kidnapping a Beauxbatons student at the headquarters a fortnight ago.
Initially, their only plan had been to kidnap any child, as long as he or she was not an Ombrelune. Papillonlisse itself was perfect, a blood traitor Weasley was beyond amazing. Her eyes flashed briefly when Phillipe caught sight of the girl. "I know," she said with a certain amount of pride. "Our plan worked better than imagined."
She grabbed the girl again, pulling her close, fingers clasping her chin so that she was forced to look at Phillipe. "She's a Weasley. Not only have we caught a useless Papillonlisse, but a blood traitor as well." She pushed Victoire roughly towards Phillipe. It was his decision if he wanted to catch her or not. Some cuts and bruises would not matter much anyway.
"Do you know what this means, Phillipe? This changes everything!" Nadia looked carelessly at the girl who still looked scared to death. And she should be. "Originally, we only wanted to kidnap a child, have you write an article about it for the Sugar Quill. Now we can do that as well and I am sure that the girl's father will waste no time in sending out a pathetic rescue mission. When he does, who better to kill than that filthy blood traitor himself?" She laughed and started to fix the loose strands of red hair, tucking them back into a bun again.
"Oh, Phillipe?" she called out, turning to look at him, her expression now stony. "I took care of Sussini. The filthy traitor who wanted to spy on us? I've been merciful and spared his pathetic life." |
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Post by Phillipe Lefevre on Jan 16, 2011 12:53:34 GMT -5
Phillipe caught the girl by the head, and kept her upright. He neared his face to hers and looked into her eyes. They weren't normal. A glimmer of magic sparkled in them. "You are a pathetic excuse to the veela community!" he exclaimed without lengthening the distance between their faces. That glimmer could mean nothing other than veela blood, but it was faint. She was probably only an eighth or less. "Oh yes... The Delacours and Weasleys decided to mix their blood, didn't they?" Traitor and mudblood were on the same level to Phillipe. Both equally disgusting.
"My Mistress, you never cease to astound me with your perfection," he said to her as he heard her mentioning Sussini. He was a fly in the red wine that was the magical society. "Sussini is nothing but a louse that needs to be removed!" he yelled in anger. He couldn't forget their first meeting. Sussini had cursed Phillipe's face to swell up uncontrollably. Phillipe could never forgive anyone for doing something like that. "I will write an article about that pathetic swine, and one of your latest achievement," he said and stroked the Weasley girl's face. "That ought to cause havoc in the ridiculous lives of those mudbloods and traitors!"
He kept his hand around the back of the girl's neck. "Where to now my lady?"
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Jan 16, 2011 13:01:01 GMT -5
Victoire had no other choice but to look at this one guy in the eye. he could tell that he was veela, other veelas could sense that. "you're one to talk," she said about calling her a discrace, suprised that what she had thinking had actually come out of her mouth.
Victoire listened to them both talk about what she had done, what Victoire had nearly witnessed in the alleyway. 'I should've just walked away,' she thought. she got really creeped out by the fact that he was stroking her face. "don't touch me!" she exclaimed, trying to get away from his grasp.
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Post by Nadia Ombrelune on Jan 16, 2011 13:13:31 GMT -5
Nadia was pulled out of her trance of success, a happy streak, by the girl's shouting. She glared at her and wasted no time in stepping forwards and slapping her swiftly across the face. "Impudent girl!" she said angrily.
"You should not be giving out orders. Be grateful that I do not plan on handing you over to my male followers, your blood is too impure. Goodness knows, there is still part Veela in you, pity it has gone to waste on someone who's blood is as dirty as yours."
She was pleased by Phillipe's words. He knew exactly the right things to say, most probably one of her most loyal followers. She looked over at Phillipe. "We shall depart to Headquarters." With that, she spun on the spot, apparating to the southern mansion, knowing that Phillipe and the Weasley girl would follow. |
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Post by Phillipe Lefevre on Jan 16, 2011 13:29:34 GMT -5
Phillipe ignored the girl. She had no idea what she was doing. "Headquarters. Yes, Lady Ombrelune," he said with a sly grin as she disappeared. He turned to the girl that insulted him.
"You. Are. Blessed. To. Be. Touched. By. A. Pure. Veela!" he spat, each word with it's own fury. He couldn't believe what she had just said to him. It was absurd. He opened the top buttons of his jacket and shirt to reveal the smoothest, most perfect upper body anyone has ever seen. "And I will touch you, if you wish, you little bitch!" he added. He lowered his face to her neck and bit her there, leaving his teeth marks on her. He didn't plan on doing anything with her, he just wanted to show her who was in control here.
"In the future, you will have respect for your superiors," he told her as-a-matter-of-factly and spun on the spot, holding on the her wrist.
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Post by Victoire Weasley on Jan 16, 2011 14:16:06 GMT -5
Victoire screamed out in pain as she felt a sharp pain go through her neck as he bit her. Tears rushed down her face and she knew that she was doomed. "My papa will stop you," she warned, but knew that she wasn't at all convincing, she didn't even believe it herself. she was shaking. her whole body, shaking like a little chihuahua when it's scared. which she was. she was scared out of her mind!
Victoire had an idea. "I'm sorry" she said, not really meaning it, but you would think she was by the way she said it. When she felt that he wasn't paying much attention to her, she quickly kicked him in his...area... and took off running to the road, hoping to get away or get some help.
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