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 Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 9:23 pm
 As you turn off of Diagon Alley, you are sent into a darker, lonlier, and not so friendly alleyway. Many small shops line the alleyway, carrying advertisements for "Giant Spiders Galore," "The Shrunken Head & Novelty Emporium," and "Mistress Shrivelfig's Poisonous Candles." The largest and darkest shop stands out the most. The sign reads "Borgin & Burkes." The windows are grimy and dimly lit but you can see Borgin and Burke sell some very unappealing items.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 10:42 am
  [ L ] ost.
Really, really lost was how young Fidelious Violino felt, as he wandered the vacant, darkness filled alley way, the smell of burn potions and strange, unfamiliar stenches filled his nostrils, chocolate brown eyes flashed this way and that. His eyes spied a few shops, ones that didn’t look as friendly as the ones on Diagon Alley. Some had those containers that looked an awfully lot like the one that great Aunt Alba was in at her funeral, and then these strange signs that mentioned things that little Fig had never even heard of with his own ears. Where was he?
Though the curly-haired boy had no idea as to where he had gotten himself to, he knew that he had somehow found his way into this ghastly place. The last memory he remembered, one that wasn’t here, was when he was amiably wandering Diagon Alley, listening to his two best friends bicker at one another about whether or not they should go get ice cream, or Flourish and Blots to get their school books, first. It had amazed him at how the two teens has always found something to argue about. And then, he saw something shiny, and wounded up here!
Panic started to stricken through Fig, as he continued to roam around the darkness before him, dim lights coming from small shop widows that displayed rather frightening things that would scare even the courageous Fidelious himself! Which was exactly how he was feeling at the moment. Although Fig wasn’t the type to be afraid of this sort of thing, he was still, in fact, a child by adult terms, and was still naïve to the world of darkness.
He was half-tempted to just call out his friends names; maybe they were possibly just a few feet away, and will hear him cry for them. But Fig wasn’t that stupid. The few people Fig could hardly call humans on this street looked to be hostile, and mean, and the sudden outburst from a young boy who looked vulnerable most likely would NOT be a good thing.
“… Alice… Rain…?” Fig questioned, hushing his voice down so not that many bystanders could hear, his eyes searching for at least a flash of bright red or silver from his friends.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 11:42 am
A heavy sigh, made noticable by the amount of cobwebs it displaced, wandered disappointedly from between barely open, chapped lips. The warm air caressed the aging artifacts on the shelf only inches from the disapproving lips and the defined nose above, which promptly huffed to express its negative sentiments. Another dead end. The owner of the aforementioned features straightened out his back, ignoring the wizzened shopkeeper staring over his shoulder as he scanned the dusty shelves one last time. There wasn't an interesting object among the lot. And this shop was supposed to specialize in the strange and cursed? The worst they had in stock were some unidentified body parts pickled in fermeldehyde. He could get that sort of thing out of muggle literature, for goodness sake. Zaccheus Dane's interests were in something much more unique.
Seeing as it didn't look like he'd find what he was looking for here, he gave the shopkeeper a particularly apathetic wave before exiting the shop without even bothering to look back. He paused outside the door, taking a moment to breathe in the cleaner air. The inside of the shop had nearly succocated him. Obviously the senile, old geezer didn't believe in ventilation. Well, he supposed, there was no use dwelling on it now. That shop hadn't gotten him anywhere. Perhaps the next one would. Knockturn Alley had certainly proved more intriguing then Diagon Alley in that respect. And Zaccheus was quite glad that his parents weren't around to tell him where to go.
He stepped down from the creaky, wooden steps to the cobbled street, navy blue eyes adjusting to the new light, even though it was still dim even ouside of the shop. There was a shop across the street that might finally satisfy his curiosity, but before he was able to travel any more than a few paces he heard a familiar, hesitant voice just to his left. He stopped. He almost couldn't believe it, but when he turned to get a better look, it was obvious. Fidelious Violino, a Gryffindor who wouldn't be caught dead in this place, was really, truly standing right there. And by the looks of things, sniveling like a baby.
He took another glance at the shop across the way. It was pretty small and didn't look to have any windows. It was probably as stuffy and unhygenic as the last one. And it probably didn't have anything interesting in stock either. With one last sigh, he pulled down the hood from his dark robe and grunted a less than friendly "Violino...?" He paused before adding, in much more sarcastic tones, "Find yourself a new hobby, did you?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 12:25 pm
[ T ] he hot breath was beginning to rapidly quicken, his chocolate brown eyes searching desperately for a way out of this intoxicating, alien alley way. Fig perfectly knew that he shouldn’t be down here; it was wrong. The feeling of guilt and a sickening gut sensation became present in the pit of his stomach, as he recalled the very hazy memory of before Alice, Rain, and himself had came to the busy, more pleasant alley he was supposed to be present.
Flashback:
“Fig, don’t run off and do anything stupid, okay?”
“Sure, sure.”
End Flashback.
Surely, IF Fidelio would get himself out of the situation present, Alice would have a fit, reminding him of how he promised her that he wouldn’t commit any act that was too reckless or dumb, such as he always did back home. In truth, Fig has had only a few times where he has been granted the opportunity to come to this wonderful place of many delights for wizards and witches of all ages. And he most likely screwed it up by his thoughtless curiosity. Rain and Alice would most likely be searching for him by now, if they cared. And he knew that they would come hunting for this short attention-spanned boy, knowing completely well that he’d possibly get himself into even MORE trouble than he already was so deep in.
‘C’mon, Fig, you can get yourself out of this… it is not that hard…just… trace back your steps?’ he thought, a slight jolt of hope running up his spine. At that brilliant thought that any normal person would have thought of in a second, Fig’s face showed trust in himself that he could get himself out of this grisly area of strange and unfamiliar smells and sights. Turning around on his feet, Fig was slightly halted by his turn, hearing a rather recognizable and yet oh so despised, sarcastic, annoying, and hissing voice.
His teeth gritted at the spot, as he slowly twisted back to the direction he once was, spying an unfortunately familiar face that was the frustrating cause of the, apparently to Fig, competition in his Charms class: Zaccheus Dane. Though Fidelious had been a bit thrilled, all the hope had flushed away from his face, leaving it pale and colorless. It was, however, once again a pale shade of red as a sudden gust of dust became present; Fig’s allergies kicked in. A deep, low cough came from deep within his throat, the dust tickling his esophagus. He glanced up at Zaccheus from behind his fisted hand, before questioning a small, “What?”, but had made the mistake of speaking. His query had been more of a squeak.
Clearing his throat, Fidelious began again, in a more authorized tone, though it was highly likely to be fake, “What are you talking about? I have not… though, I am not surprised to find you down here, Dane,” he spat back, irritated at his rather annoying sarcastic tone. He crossed his arms over his chest, sticking his nose in the air, as his dark brown eyes roamed around the area surrounding them. Although Fig was usually a friendly boy, he felt a strong dislike toward the Slytherin boy in front of him. Envy? Fig would deny it, but it was more than likely that was the case.
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 1:51 pm
[[ Yay. This is what I'm talking about. Keep up the good work, ladies 'n gents! Or rather... you know what I mean. ]]
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 3:49 pm
It was obvious to Zacch that the other boy was not here on purpose nor did he want to be here at all. And the fact that he was alone, with neither Rain nor the Gryffindor redhead in sight, only proved this in his opinion. That wasn't even taking into consideration his usual happy-go-lucky naivety and penchant for the bright, whether it be colors or people. All of this and more was quite lacking in Knockturn Alley. Maybe that was why Zaccheus had been enjoying himself. Nobody cared who you were, and no one bothered to even spare a glance, let alone try to talk to you. They all just assumed that everyone else around was as guilty as they were. One might call it paranoia, but in a place like this, Zacch had an inkling that it was actually quite true. Anyone shuffling around this place obviously had a fair few skeletons in his closet.
Well, excepting for one obnoxiously positive, goody-two-shoes Gryffindor, of course.
It had been a little amusing to watch him go through his motions. First scared, followed by a burst of hope which was miraculously dashed with only the sound of Zacch's own vocals. Now, he hadn't exactly meant to put him in a worse mood, but he knew that was simply what happened every time they met. He was used to it by now. Besides, it didn't really change anything. It only meant that Fidelious had recognized him, which was what he had intended. Seeing a poor, helpless Gryffindor in need, he had only done what he felt was right, appearing in the nick of time to share in the experience and watch the drama unfold.
His response to Zacch's sarcasm wasn't anything special. He noted the coughing and the barely recognizable squeak of a voice that hadn't quite regained pitch control yet. This was slightly unexpected, but then again, even he had noticed the difference in air quality between the two wizarding alleys. It was obvious why one was more crowded than the other. And then came the taunt. One that, actually, Zaccheus quite agreed with. "Why should you be surprised?" he replied cooly with a small shrug, "I'm a Slytherin, aren't I? The antichrist of the wizarding world and all that." The thought of pushing the other boy's limits was becoming tempting, but he wasn't sure if this was the best of places to do it, in the middle of a cobbled street. If Fidelious decided to get loud and angry, someone was bound to notice that there were two third years wandering around unescorted. And he'd much prefer to be able to come back. "So," he huffed after a moment, his deepening scowl all too obvious, "then why are you here?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 5:20 pm
A mess of curly, dark brown hair bobbed up and down as Matthias calmly walked down the crappily ventilated Knockturn Alley. He chuckled as he looked in random windows, tapping them and watching overgrown arachnids pouncing at the glass, attempting to pierce his finger. He smiled as he swallowed a spoonful of ice cream that he had bought only a couple minutes before he had decided to see what the not-so-pure wizards were selling now. "Oh, look...a pet rock that insults you!? That's pretty wicked." He said around the spoon as he watched the aforementioned rock give him an evil glare. "I wish your mother would have swallowed!" The rock shouted at Matthias, looking angrier when Matt let out a chuckle. "If I hadn't spent all my money, I'd buy you, you obnoxious stone." He said, wishing he hadn't spent his alotted Galleon supply on stuff he didn't need for school...just wanted.
Matthias shrugged and turned away from the store reluctantly as he began to walk down the alley once more. He ate his ice cream as he walked, frowning around the spoon while thinking of how he had spent the last week in a room at the Leaky Cauldron, eating sandwiches that mama Fatma had packed for him. He sighed aloud as his mind came to how much he missed that woman and her strong, Middle-Eastern accent. "I miss you..." He whispered in Arabic as he walked. Matthias heard small snippets of conversation from every angle as he walked, and due to the lack of crowds, he could make out most of what was said. Nothing really interested him until he caught a single word:
Violino.
Fig? Matthias thought as his head inclined toward the origin of the conversation. He soon picked out Fig's mop of curly hair and began to walk towards it, edging his way through and around the groups of witches and wizards who walked, talking about shady deals as they went. He got lots of wierd looks, walking through Knockturn Alley with muggle clothing on, but no one truly cared enough to do something; if they were back here, they had business to take care of-usually business that the law doesn't condone. So one little muggle-born wizard meant nothing to them. "Ho, Fig." Matthias said as he finally reached the side of the 3rd year Gryffindor, laying eyes on the kid who was apparently antogonizing young Fig...Zaccheus...talking?. Matt thought as his grey eyes met the dark blue of Zacch's, seeing nothing but amsuement. Matt pretended not to notice Zaccheus as he put his hand on the Italian boy's shoulder. "What are you doing back here, man? Where are Alice...and Rain-don't you three usually move in a pack?" He asked, a confused look falling on his dark features, coupled by a look of concern in his grey eyes.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 5:01 pm
[ B ] eing somewhat loud and obnoxious, or so many people he knew had told him, Fig would have just let out a loud growl of annoyance, irritated by his cool attitude toward everything. Fidelious had always knew that Zaccheus was more calm, and composed, unlike himself. Though a young 13 year old student from any house from Hogwarts wouldn’t be expected to be dilly-dattling around a place such as this, or rather, Knockturn Alley ( Fig had noticed a sign that mentioned something along the lines of that), seeing one of his Charms rivals creeping around here wasn’t the least surprising. And Zacch to agree to his opinion was surprising, but satisfying.
Fig’s chocolate eyes narrowed slightly at his question. Was he just curious about his being down this dimly lit cobble stone street, or was it something Fig couldn’t understand? The dark young male seemed amused… something that didn’t happen often, Fig had noticed, shockingly. The curly haired boy was about to reply, opening his mouth to tell him he wasn’t going to tell him anything, but felt a strong hold upon his shoulder. Jolting slightly, Fidelious’s eyes shoot up toward the figure beside him, hearing a very familiar voice that gave him much more comfort than the one before: Matt.
Fig gazed, wide eyed and mouth open, slightly stunned by the sight. Was the cold feel and stuffy air around him making him hallucinate? When he continued, however, Fig began almost too hastily, and began to stumble his words.
“WHOA! Man, where did you come from?” his voice was too noisy for the bystanders, carefully watching with half-trustworthy eyes, some whispering to the other beside him, toothy, rotten grins spreading upon their wrinkled lips. Fig‘s dark brown eyes hesitantly wavered toward the eerie beings near them, before turning back to Matt, beginning in a more hushed tone, “No, I lost them. I… I sort of got distracted, and ended up here,” he stated sheepishly, the last part was meant for his older male friend’s ears only, low enough to where Zacch could only hear if he was truly paying attention. God only knew how much sneers he would get from the boy if he knew exactly why he was here… or he just wouldn’t care. Fig never decided which
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 6:18 pm
Before the Griffindor could answer, if in fact he was going to answer at all, another voice penetrated the conversation. This one wasn't as familiar, and Zaccheus didn't really care either way. He was an older student at Hogwarts, he was fairly sure, but not one that Zacch bothered to converse with very often. In truth, Zacch didn't bother to converse with anyone very often, but that was a personal preference of his. If people didn't expect him to answer, they asked him less questions.
The voice was followed by a pigmented hand on his rival's shoulder and virtually the same observation that he had made the moment he too had laid eyes on Fidelious in the beaten, less-than-decent alley. The only difference being Zaccheus hadn't voiced the thought out loud. It wasn't as if he would have received an answer anyway; that was part of what made him ask, the fact that he doubted Fidelious would tell him. But whatever the outcome would have been otherwise, it didn't look like anything interesting was going to happen now. This other person had come and ruined it all. And here he had almost been ready to offer his services, just to see the look on Violino's face when he went through with his offer. Sometimes it was more interesting to go against what people expected because really, they shouldn't have any expectations of him. He hardly did anything at all, especially when in the company of others. But that was all beside the point.
The curly haired Gryffindor's attention had been completely diverted, and he was now whispering with the other student in an attempt to answer Zacch's question without allowing Zacch to hear. He sighed, his minimal amusement lost once again with the moment. There was really no reason to stay put if they were just going to keep whispering to each other like idiots, but then again, he supposed something could still happen, however unlikely. He had already bought all of his school supplies while his parents had still been staying in their second manor with him, and now that he was alone he had only been doing some interest shopping. He really didn't have anything else he had to do, and he couldn't think of much he wanted to do now. After Fidelious had appeared out of the blue, the shops had lost their former deadly-antique charm. Or maybe it had been the fermeldehyde that had done that. It didn't really matter, he decided with an apathetic snort.
He didn't feel ignored in the least. He was quite content to stay silent at this point, despite that he was no longer a part of what they were discussing. But he supposed he might as well stick around for a little longer anyway.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 4:47 pm
Matt's eyes looked concernedly down at Fig as he stared up in wild wonder at the dark Ravenclaw's sudden arrival. His dark hand remained on Fig's shoulder after the outburst, giving him a light squeeze to remin him not to draw so much attention to himself. His efforts were rewarded with a whispered explanation as to how Fig had ended up in the biggest hovel for dark wizzards that ever existed. He then gave Fig's shoulder a reassuring double-pat as he looked back at his face, noting the embarassment that seemed to leak unbound from his chocolate-esque eyes. He turned away from Fig to take a look the other dark denizens of Knockturn Alley, noting that their toothless grins of dark hope for a conflict and unanimous looks of disgust had returned to their 'normal' state, quickly losing interest in the situation. It's no wonder Zaccheus is back here...it's like we're in his element. These people would be much more likely to help Zacch then the muggle-born should it come down to fists...or worse yet wands. We've got to get out of here... He thought, frightened for his life for the very first time.
Delicate situation... Matt thought as his eyes turned to those of Zaccheus, locking himself into their snaring, dark blue qualities. Why does he remain? Does he expect something amusing to happen? Don't give it to him... Matt mentally spoke as he calculated a possible plan of action that would save Fig with the least amount of embarassment. As if Zacch had known what he was thinking, his carefully plotted, unspkoken brain-child was answered with a snort from Zaccheus. "Well, Fig-dude...since you're already back here, I might as well show you something I thought was wicked cool." Matthias said, grinning at Fig and jerking his left thumb back towards the entry to Knockturn Alley, still holding one of Florean's 'to go' ice cream cups in his right hand.
He took another spoon full and turned to Zaccheus-now was the time for phase two of Operation Save Fig. "You wanna come, Zacch? I don't think you'll like it all too much, but then again..." He trailed off, hoping the initation for a tag-along would completely discourage Zacch from following, since he tended to avoid people as much as possible. His grey eyes continued to flick back and forth under his dark eyelids as he remained alert, waiting to see if one of the 'innocent' bystanders would try anything against the muggle-born wizard. Sure, he wasn't able to use magic, but he'd fight tooth and nail to get Figgy-boy out of here alive. I'm sure Alice is freaking out... He thought as he began to spin the spoon around in his mouth, killing time as he waited, hoping that Fig would pick up on the hint and Dane would just leave them alone. What is that annoying tapping? He thought, looking for the source of the dull tap, tap, tap that was assaulting his ears, and beginning to get annoying. With a downward look, he noticed the source of the perplexing, repetetive noise; his foot had been anxiously tapping the entire time, and he had only realized it now. Odd... He thought, smiling around the plastic spoon.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 5:49 pm
[ F ] ig’s relief washed over him, realizing that this was his way out of this ghastly place, and far far away from his Slytherin peer from Hogwarts. Matt’s presence made him feel less uncomfortable around his surroundings, knowing that he had at least one person on his side, and to help him to protect himself from anything that would have dared to attack him… not that he needed any help to defend himself. He knew that he could take on any old hag looming around these dreary alleyways, and even more so with the same aged, more dark boy before him and his Ravenclaw friend. It was positive to Fig… Though, he was still content that there was a way out, even if he would have preferred to find himself.
“Really?” although Fig was in one of the most eerie places around Diagon Alley, Fig still held up his cheerful, positive attitude up, questioning Matt with enthusiasm-filled chocolate eyes., “Then let us go!” Finding himself seeming too noisy, again, Fig’s keen grin lessened to an instant grimace, feeling dark, cold eyes around them, yet again, either glare or state intently with curiosity. The curly brunnette redirected his attention back to Matt, but decided to shoot it toward Zacch, instead, a smug grin set upon his lips.
“Well, Dane, I believe this is where we part. I do hope you enjoy your time spent where you belong,” his beam widened to where it almost pained his cheeks, and it gave him satisfaction to the comment that he made, even if it wasn’t the most comical or kind one given ever by him. If it had been someone else, Fig would have felt extreme guilt for letting such callous words slip from his mouth. But this was Zaccheus Dane. Someone whom Fig felt an extreme dislike toward. And plus, it most likely wouldn’t even affect the anti-social boy. So Fig had an excuse. A lame excuse, but an excuse, none the less.
Before turning on his heel and heading in the direction of which Matt’s thumb had pointed over his shoulder, Fig gave Zaccheus a sort of solute gesture, showing his departure, using his pointer and middle finger to move from his forehead and then in Zaccheus’ way. However, in mid-walk, Fidelious cringed at Matt’s sudden, almost too kind deed of inviting his Charms rival to tag along with them. Was this some sort of a joke? Was Matt being serious, or was there hidden sarcasm hidden somewhere way way way way deep in his words to where Fig couldn’t detect them? Well, all and all, this didn’t make Fig happy. In fact, his cheerful demeanor had been thrown off completely just at the thought of spending time with self-absorbed, “I’m way much more better than you” Slytherin. Shooting Matt a stunned look of stupidity, Fig turned half-way around from his spot, one eyebrow cocked, hoping that his friend would have some sort of an explanation for inviting Zaccheus Dane.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 6:33 pm
Castrus chose now to dissolve himself from the shadows and appear next to Zacch. He had a pristine looking black suit on with a silken black button up shirt under it, and a silken, emerald green tie. He lightly brushed the small specks of dust from his shoulders and crossed his arms across his chest. He leaned onto one foot, leanign more to one side and having one hip higher then the other. His black hair was shineyand sleek, but in a very clean, gel-less way.
"Ah, Zacch, I've been looking for you. I did not, however, expect to find you with a pair of Gryffindors. How kind of you to show them out of this dreadful place. Quite charitable." He said in a silky smooth voice. He wasnt insulting anyone, just starting casual conversation with his younger friend. "So, have you finished your shopping? If not, I would love to accompany you to a few shops. I myself need to do a few chores." He said with a soft smile and eyes that screamed "hidden motive!"
But then again, Castrus always had hidden motives, and was sure his young friend had gotten use to that. But this time, Castrus was growing increasingly curious about Zacch's family, and how he couldn't find anything strange about them in public records. Even his own family had a few black spots in the public records.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 10:10 pm
Matthias beamed Fig a look that seemed to say 'No worries, man-it's all a part of the plan.' when his young friend looked back at him with complete confusion. He had turned tail and wrapped his arm about Fig's shoulders, with no true intention of waiting for Zacch's reply, when he heard the silky-smooth, arrogant tone of the voice of pure evil itself: Castrus Sacre. Matt's head slowly angled backward to eye the self-styled "Prince of Slytherin" and his entire body followed suit from top to bottom, starting with his chest and ending with a pivot of his toes.
"Not to...imply that you have the ability to make a mistake, your highness," Matt said politely, his voice not oversaturating the surrounding air with too much sarcasm, "But...there's only one Gryffindor here." He said in his low, rumbly voice as his deep grey eyes focused on Castrus' orbs, not glaring in anger-just a look of absolute apathy-a look that seemd to say 'you're not even worth my hatred'. He just never really liked being called a Gryffindor-it brought back memories of the Sorting, and how the stupid hat had denied him access to that House. "Please, Castrus, take that into account should we meet again-until that time comes, I bid you adieu. Come, Fig-we shall take flight of this...depressing alleyway and move on to a place where the brilliant orb of Day shall shine with much more fervor then in the dank corridors where one never quite knows what beings they shall find slipping in from the shadows." Matthias said, his verbosity reflecting the reason for his blue and bronze tie. He turned to leave, tapping Fig on the shoulder to make him aware that it was time for the exeunt of the two friends.
Matt walked easily until he was out of sight, knowing Fig would be right behind him. Once out of the view of Castrus and Zaccheus, he turned and grinned at Fig, his grey eyes lighting up with relief and amusement. "Well Figgy-boy, I bet you're glad to be out of there, neh?" He said, turning as he walked so that he was facing Fig while walking the other way. His grin stayed on his face all the way to the intersection between Diagon and Knockturne, where his grin faded. "So, uh...where do we go now, Figgy-boy? I'd like to take you back to mommy and daddy now." He said, referring to Alice and Rain. The true reason he was so urgent to get Fig back to Alice was a chance to see the fiery redhead again...but seeing Rain wasn't too high on his priority list. "Well, Fig? Anywhere they talked about going before you took your wrong turn at Albequerque(sp?)?" He asked, making an allusion to a classic Looney Tunes short.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 4:35 pm
Zaccheus had managed to stay remotely entertained for a while, taking his first real look at the type of clothing Violino had dragged on (really early?) that morning. The muggle-make wouldn't have caught the boy's eye in the least if they hadn't been where they were, but they were in Knockturn Alley, and so the stark contrast kept up his attention while the other two talked. It was more interesting than what they were talking about anyway. Until, that was, he was brought back into the conversation.
A single, dark brow rose in suspicion when the other boy invited him along. It was obvious neither wanted him around, and if the boy was trying to calm Violino down, the last thing he should be doing was asking Zaccheus to join them. Which he wasn't going to do anyway, not if it was only going to lead him back to Rain and his insane, Gryffindor playmate. Still, after Fidelious' smug grin and prompt speechlessness, he was almost tempted to say yes, just to see their faces. He still wouldn't go, but it wasn't as if they'd be appalled if he, of all people, lied.
Before he said anything, however, none other than Castrus Sacre himself slid up next to him. Even Zacch hadn't been expecting him, taking a step back when he heard the voice so as to be able to look up at the sleekly dressed Slytherin. In comparrison, Zaccheus was actually rather scruffy, his hair dusty with the residue of the filthy shops and his dark cloak hiding only the first t-shirt and pair of jeans he had found that morning. He hadn't seen any point in dressing up to come to a place like this, but he supposed Castrus never really needed a reason to dress up. And he could pull the look off anywhere. Zacch was hardly jealous of the fact; he had no reason to look any particular way, having no one he wanted to impress. It was just an observation. One that reminded him of the owner of another outfit he had been eyeing only moments ago.
Zaccheus turned back to Fidelious and Matthias, completely ignoring the latter as he drawled his dryly sarcastic reply to the former. "They'll build a statue of me within the week." And then they were gone.
The young third year was not skilled at reading people, not in the least. But even he could see that Castrus' gentle smile meant he was after something. What that something was, however, he had no way of knowing, so he figured there was no point in dwelling on the matter. He'd find out sooner or later. And if he didn't, then there really was no point in thinking about it. "I've bought all the essentials," he finally replied when they were alone, "but I have been looking for something that might catch my eye. And it would probably be a good idea to have something to keep me occupied when I'm back at that school. What chores?" Curiosity, too, was a new experience for him, one he had only begun to really succumb to last year. And Castrus was one of the few people he found himself curious about.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 5:36 pm
[ I ] t was one thing to have a sarcastic and anti-social Slytherin, one that was your Charms rival, in your presence, but when another Slytherin crept into the scene from the shadows, closely beside his little errand boy, what normal Gryffindor wouldn’t be a little uncomfortable, especially with their surrounding area; one that was more in favor of the Slytherins, rather than the one young Gryffindor and the Ravenclaw with some sort of plan that Fig wasn’t really all that sure of. But the arrival of Castrus Sacre gave Fig chills that ran up his back at his cool and complacent appearance. Who wears a tuxedo in a place like this? Fig questioned, his eyes intensifying as he peered over at the clean-cut, smooth Slytherin, along with his, now looking tattered compared to his façade, little friend. Was there something he wasn’t getting? Fig knew that the two age gaped Slytherins were close, but was Zaccheus really to just jump at the chance to help out his abnormally content prince? It was strange to Fig.
Fidelious slightly nodded in understanding at Matt’s look, before directing his attention back to the two young males before him and his Ravenclaw friend. His ears peered into the conversation going on, deciding to stay silent; he didn’t need to cause any more trouble here than he already had. Dark brown eyebrows raised that the words spoken from Matt, being highly impressed at how intelligent and cutting his voice had been. He soon came to realize why Matt was placed into Ravenclaw, rather than his own house. This made Fig feel slightly dumb. But not in an envious way. He just wished that he had his mind, so maybe he wouldn’t have popped up into this dismal place. But then again, if he hadn’t, he might’ve not have found Matthias.
Feeling the tap, Fig gave Zaccheus once last glace, before following after Matt. Once they were finally out, the curly-haired boy let out a content sigh, stretching his arms, and placing his hands over the back of his head. He grinned at Matt as he watched him walking backwards, facing him (is that what he was doing?). “Yes! Yes, I am… thank you SO much, Matt… I owe you big time, man… though, I could have taken both of them, and anyone else, easily.” though his voice was somewhat serious and full of bravado, there was a hint of laughter set in there, somewhere. Though, he let out a laugh at Alice and Rain’s new nickname, even if it did make him feel like a small child, loosing his parents at the super market, “Er… I heard them talking… well, rather arguing, about where we were going to go first… I… think it was either the ice cream parlor, or… Flourish and Blott’s? … Eh heh, I do not really remember.” Fig scratched the back of his sheepishly, knowing that it was very foolish of him to not even remember where he was before Knockturn Alley.(( You can go ahead and post at Flourish and Blott's Jeffery, and then I'll post as Alice and Rain. ))
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