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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 7, 2006 7:38:00 GMT -5
That was her name, Contessa Riddle. She was one of the many cousins of Tom Riddle or as the whole wizarding world knew him as, Lord Voldemort and He Who Must Not Be Named. It'd had been years since Riddles attended Hogwarts, but it was her and her cousin Riyan Raven Riddle that started the whole school attendence to Hogwarts again. It wasn't an exciting thing, more of a ridiculous thing.
Anyways, Contessa, though she hated the school with a loathing passion, loved to go down to the dungeons. It was her favorite place amongst the school. She'd go down there to work out her plans to continue in her cousin's footsteps. She wanted to be the next magical being that was feared. Basically, Contessa lusted for power.
It was a boring day at Hogwarts like always, and of course Contessa Riddle could be found down in the dark, merky dungeon. She was away from the Potions classroom, and away from all students. There she summoned up a ball of fiery light. She allowed it to float in the air as she began to chant in Parcel tounge. She was summoning the spirit of Tom Riddle from beyond the veil. She'd ask him to teach her his ways so she could fulfill what he wished to have done, as well as what Salazar Slytherin would have wanted done.
((I hope this all made sense.. ))
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Post by Macaria Riddle on May 7, 2006 15:02:37 GMT -5
Walking out of the portrait leading into Slytherin's common room, Macaria huffed. She hated being only eleven, and she hated being treated like some nothing-special first year. Then again, no one really knew of who she was. No one knew her as Macaria Annika Riddle - no, she was known as Macaria Annika Philips, daughter of a single mother with her sister Jaeger Philips and her brother Jarvis Philips. She hated having to hide her last name, but it was crucial to both her father and her family's safety to keep that small, little detail under wraps. But all this harrassment was causing her to make some quick decisions on making all these elder Slytherins suffer for a bit. And she had just the plan to do it.
A quiet, yet surprisingly forceful, little giggle echoed down the hall as she rounded a corner and bumped into someone. With a loud 'Umph' she fell on her bottom onto the cold, damp dungeon floor and felt a sharp pain in her left wrist. Great, now her writing hand was hurt. Taking the throbbing joint into her right hand, she refused to cry before she looked up. Before her was a girl she'd never seen before, and she was speaking in Parseltongue. And she was speaking to a veil, why Macaria had no idea, but it made Mac stand up and just watch her. Waiting for something to happen.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 7, 2006 15:05:40 GMT -5
Contessa suddenly stopped, and looked over at the small girl that now was watching her. She ceased the veil, and looked at her. "Macaria Riddle..." she said. She'd known of her cousin's children, and had seen images of them in her sleep.
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Post by Macaria Riddle on May 7, 2006 15:28:47 GMT -5
Macaria stiffened when the girl turned and saw her. She was expecting to be pushed away like she usually was because of her size and age. That always happened, no matter what. It bugged her to no end. But this girl just gazed down at Mac as if she'd been expecting her. It was ... quite off-putting, to say the least. This girl had to be at least sixteen, right? And here was Mac, a very frail and short eleven-year-old that could be broken in two in less than two. Arching a brow at the elder girl, Mac tilted her head to the side, waiting for something to be said.
"Macaria Riddle..."
Eyes widening and eyebrows jumping at this statement, Macaria gasped and looked around, wondering if anyone else had been down there and heard that. She brought her blue gaze back up to the girl she seemed to resemble and gave her a wide-eyed, curious gaze. "How ... how did you know my name?"
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 7, 2006 15:32:02 GMT -5
Contessa smirked evilly,"I've been expecting you...cousin. Your father would love to have a word with you." Contessa turned so her gaze was facing where the portal to the veil she'd conjured up was, and made it reappear. In the portal was a vague of Tom Riddle, an evil grin upon his almost skeletal face. "My child..."
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Post by Macaria Riddle on May 7, 2006 15:52:02 GMT -5
"I've been expecting you...cousin. Your father would love to have a word with you."
The words this girl spoke, and the evil grin upon her face, made Macaria shudder a bit. Cousin? She was related to this girl? And did her father really want to speak with her? Where was he, and what was that veil for? As she noticed it reappear, she saw the vague image of Tom Riddle, looking just like the pictures she'd seen. Trying to say something, she found herself unable to speak. It was as if something had a hold of her vocal chords, and she couldn't get it off. She simply gazed at the grinning figure as if in a trance and breathed deeply and slowly.
"My child..."
"D-Daddy ... ?" She finally spoke, more like squeaked, as she felt her throat start to constrict and swell, her vision becoming blurry with tears. It was her father ... she could see him! "Daddy, I've been doing everything that Mother has said to do. I sent the first warning a few mornings ago, and I'm going to send another. I also saw Potter. Oh, Daddy! It's really you!" She was overwhelmed, it seemed, as she spoke and cried at the same time.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 7, 2006 15:56:06 GMT -5
"Silence, Macaria. You are doing a lovely job child, but you are not exactally doing it the way I would have. You, along with a certain few of your cousins are to go on in my place. Do you understand? Make Potter suffer, kill him Macaria." Tom said, and then told his daughter that Contessa would be helping her. It was to be kept between the two of them. That is until they found a few more Riddles to help them along. Not that they needed anyone else anyways. Both girls were powerful as it was.
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Post by Macaria Riddle on May 7, 2006 16:08:15 GMT -5
"Silence, Macaria."
Macaria's sniffling instantly was silenced by her father's command. She wiped her nose and pulled a hanky from the inside pocket of her robes and wiped her eyes, gaining control of her emotions again. She felt silly, now, for having been so emotional just a few moments ago. Oh, Merlin, if her mother had been there, she would have given Mac a pinch on the arm to get her emotions under control. Though, even though her father's voice wasn't soft, it consoled her to hear it, anyway. And that was enough to get her to calm down.
"You are doing a lovely job child, but you are not exactally doing it the way I would have. You, along with a certain few of your cousins are to go on in my place. Do you understand? Make Potter suffer, kill him Macaria."
Macaria gave her father's ghost of a figure a grin and nodded, appreciating the compliment and taking this oppertunity all in. Oh, how she loved hearing this! To see her father's voice and see him, vaguely, was more than she could have ever imagined! "Yes, Daddy. I'll take this task you have given me and complete it with honour. Thank you," she curtsied and met his near-invisible gaze once more.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 7, 2006 17:57:53 GMT -5
"You're a good girl. Thank Merlin I have a daughter like you." He told her. He then looked at Contessa and said a few more things in parsel tounge before disappearing. However, be for he went he looked at Macaria. "Be a good daddy's girl. We'll see one another soon." Contessa closed the veil, and looked at her cousin. "Well, it seems we've just become new partners."
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