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May 14, 2006 6:13:45 GMT -5
Post by ring_junkie on May 14, 2006 6:13:45 GMT -5
Salvador Dariusz Riddle lounged on one of the stone benches in the gardens, stretched out with his long legs taking up the full length of the bench in their expensive, grey, pin-striped suit-trousers, one foot just dangling slightly off the edge; he had his other leg bent up slightly at an angle so that his smart, black, dragon-hide Victorian spat rested sole-down on the bench. The grey, pin-striped suit-jacket he wore - which matched his trousers perfectly - was unbuttoned, hanging down a little to display the pale-grey embroidered waistcoat he had buttoned up over his white shirt, which was lightly frilled at the neck, erupting over the top of the waistcoat. His back was leant against the arm of the bench, slightly curved, and his head was a little to one side, his cold, grey eyes flicking from side to side - he was completely immersed in a book. A long-fingered hand raised slowly to his mouth and traced around it, over his short, neatly trimmed moustache and goatee, as he read, moving back down again to turn the page of the book that was resting on his stomach. Blinking a few times, he twitched his head irritably to one side so that the shoulder-length, slightly wavy, black hair that had been resting over one eye fell back to hang near his temple, and then became motionless again, save for the occasional turning of a page. Although it was early November, he was not cold - the only weather he seemed to feel was the heat of Summer; he seemed perfectly adaptable to cold, bitter weather. It was his birthday - the fifth of November. Not that anyone had remembered, he thought, brushing his hair out of his eye again and turning the page of his book. He wasn't offended - he, himself, didn't really set much store by birthdays, and he hadn't really expected anyone to remember his... but this was his special one; his eighteenth. Maybe now the Death Eaters would take him in. It was time to restore power to those who truly deserved it - not mudbloods and muggle-lovers, but those of pure magical blood. He didn't have the slightest inkling that he might be one of those so affectionately named 'mudbloods'. Of course, he was pure-blooded; there was no question, in his opinion. Little did he know, there was. When Salvador Riddle became engrossed in a book, he did not like to be interrupted; so when he heard a voice call out, echoing across the gardens towards his spot of shade from the Winter sun - underneath the branches of a huge oak tree - he looked up to see who it was, a venemous glint in his cold eyes.
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May 14, 2006 9:22:26 GMT -5
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 14, 2006 9:22:26 GMT -5
"JORDAN!.... JORDAN!" shouted the voice.
Off just at the outskirts of the gardens was a girl. She looked like she might have been a 5th year, but in fact was one of the many Ravenclaw 7th years. It was Faye Peters, one of the wittiest girls there was in the Ravenclaw house. She had short hair that was capable of being spiked up. It was like another version of Nymphodora Tonks, but instead of wild and wacky hair colors, this girl had black.
Her body was like an hour glass, covered in a pair of blue jeans and a white tank top. Black flip-flops clung to her feet. "JORDAN!" she called again as she came closer to where Salvador was reading. She didn't notice the guy as she walked right past him, still calling out the name "Jordan." She ended up tripping over a rock, and went down with an "Oomph!"
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May 14, 2006 11:58:28 GMT -5
Post by ring_junkie on May 14, 2006 11:58:28 GMT -5
Salvador's eyes followed the girl as she walked past him, still calling out 'Jordan' at the top of her extremely irritating voice. He let one of his dark eyebrows gently arch itself as she tripped and fell, and turned his head to look down at her where she lay sprawled out on the ground. Closing his book sharply with a snap after memorising the page, having decided that the gentlemanly thing to do would be to inquire if she was hurt, he sat up, straight backed, and let the leg that wasn't bent swing down off the bench to rest his foot on the ground. Acting a lot older than he actually was, as he had done for most of his life, he reached over for his cane - which contained his wand - and stood up, moving over to her.
"You had better watch your feet - you might trip," he said softly, allowing the tiniest of smirks to curve the corner of his thin lips. He held out a pale hand in an offer to help her to her feet, though didn't stoop; if she wanted his help, then she would have to reach for it. "Incidentally," he continued in his quiet, upper-class accent, "are you alright?" His face did not, however, purvey an air of concern - he rarely displayed emotions.
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May 14, 2006 12:01:14 GMT -5
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 14, 2006 12:01:14 GMT -5
Faye looked at him, then took his hand, getting to her feet. "I'm fine, thanks. You haven't seen a little fifth year run by have you? She looks like me but younger and with long hair."
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May 14, 2006 12:20:45 GMT -5
Post by ring_junkie on May 14, 2006 12:20:45 GMT -5
"No, I haven't," he replied flatly, looking past her face and out over the gardens. Raising a hand, he brushed some of his hair out of his eye again, tossing his head. "...Lost her, have you?" he inquired lazily, accent becoming more pronounced, and he tucked his cane under his arm so that he could adjust his shirt sleeves under his jacket.
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May 14, 2006 12:23:23 GMT -5
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 14, 2006 12:23:23 GMT -5
"Actually, yes, I have. It's my sister if you haven't already gathered." she said, and looked behind her to see if she could see her sister.
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May 14, 2006 12:33:34 GMT -5
Post by ring_junkie on May 14, 2006 12:33:34 GMT -5
"Oh," was his only response to that. He didn't like making conversation, as he often found it was forced - he spent most of his time on his own anyway. He was quite a withdrawn, solitary person.
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May 14, 2006 12:37:05 GMT -5
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 14, 2006 12:37:05 GMT -5
Faye went silent,"Uh.. Thanks?"
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May 14, 2006 12:51:43 GMT -5
Post by ring_junkie on May 14, 2006 12:51:43 GMT -5
Salvador's eyes flicked up to her. "...For...?"
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May 14, 2006 12:54:52 GMT -5
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 14, 2006 12:54:52 GMT -5
"Uh.. Helping with my sister. You haven't seen her, so that must mean she's not around here." she said, and went off without even a "good-bye." The fact of the matter was, Salvador kind of scared her.
"You must work very hard to ward off people, Sal." came another voice from behind him. It was his cousin, Contessa Riddle. Dressed in a long sleeved dark purple v-neck and black cordroy slacks, she stepped out so that she was now next to him. Black heels on her feet made her a little taller than Salvador. Her blonde hair up in a bunn, a few little curls framing her angelic face.
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May 14, 2006 13:09:07 GMT -5
Post by ring_junkie on May 14, 2006 13:09:07 GMT -5
Salvador's eyebrow arched delicately again as the girl left without so much as a 'farewell', and decided to go back to his book. But was there any chance of that happening? No. As soon as he had reached out for it, his cousin arrived.
"Contessa, how many times must I tell you not to call me that?" he said venemously, his soft voice becoming quite intimidating, though remaining at its quiet level. "As for your statement," he continued, sitting down again on the stone bench, "...I find it comes quite naturally."
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May 14, 2006 13:13:17 GMT -5
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 14, 2006 13:13:17 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes, keeping a seat near the bench,"Don't get your fluffy knickers up in a bunch,Dariusz." Contessa smoothed down her slacks a bit, looking at the book that her cousin was reading. Dear Merlin, how the bloody hell can he read one of those? she thought. "So, you are prepared to take on the duty of helping little Macaria and I with getting a family back in power, right. Tom wants you to..." she said, her question more like a statement.
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May 14, 2006 13:31:01 GMT -5
Post by ring_junkie on May 14, 2006 13:31:01 GMT -5
"Don't get your fluffy knickers up in a bunch,Dariusz."
Salvador's mouth thinned, but he did not retort with an insult. "'Salvador' or 'Dariusz' are fine... 'Sal'," he spoke the word with distaste evident upon his face, "however, is not." And with that, he opened his book and began to read again, though a second later he looked up at her question.
"Of course I am - it is high time that those of the noble Riddle line received the power due to them. Even if I am masquerading as Salvador Dariusz DeWinter," he smirked. He liked the name he had chosen for himself. Then the smirk grew a little. "And I am, of course, deeply honoured that He is of the opinion that I should."
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May 14, 2006 13:34:34 GMT -5
Post by Alloy Alloy on May 14, 2006 13:34:34 GMT -5
"Of course you should be honored, not many of us Riddles were wanted for the job." she said. Contessa however was known as Tess Malva around the school and in public, but once her family and herself came back into power of the death eaters and what not she'd let her real name become one of the most famous ones out in the world.
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May 14, 2006 13:45:25 GMT -5
Post by ring_junkie on May 14, 2006 13:45:25 GMT -5
Salvador wasn't going to get much more reading done today, he decided, so tucked the book away into the inside pocket of his jacket. Instead, he leant back, laying one of his arms across the back of the bench, and surveyed the gardens, crossing one leg over the other in a gentlemanly way. What Contessa had just said had given his ego a large boost - the thought that he had been chosen personally by the Dark Lord to restore the name of Riddle...
"So. What brings you out here, cousin?" he asked softly, leaning his head back lazily and half-closing his eyes.
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