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Post by nightsarabande on Apr 20, 2012 2:50:24 GMT
Elisabetta hid the piece of parchment in a pocket of her robes and made her way silently to the Potions classroom, where she knew no one would be at that time of day. The contents of the letter from her parents were meant to be read in secret, and down there would be just as good a place as any.
Slowly opening the door to the room, Elisabetta padded in, then went to sit in a chair at the far corner of the room where it was relatively dark. She then took the parchment out of her robe pocket and re-read it, letting the implications of what was being said penetrate her mind.
Elisabetta,
You have, undoubtedly, kept the conversation that we had the night before you left for school private and confidential. If you have forgotten, alllow me to refresh your memory.
As you know, my boss has been looking to recruit new hires for his company, and one of the people he's been looking at is you. It is time for you to make a decision, one which will affect your entire future from this day forward. There is no more grace period. He has been patient enough; now he wants an answer, and he expects one by the end of this month.
I know the thoughts that must be going through your head about now, Elisabetta. I know how anxious you must be, but my advice to you would be to send him an answer long before the due date. This will put you in a favorable position in his eyes. I know whereof I speak.
This decision must be made. The time to make it is now.
Father
Elisabetta took in a shaky breath as she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Her father was right. She couldn't afford to not make that choice she knew she had to make. She stood up slowly and sighed heavily. Only after she had made it halfway to the door did she realize that someone was standing in the doorway, and it wasn't a person she really didn't want to be bothered with. Immediately, she stuffed the letter back in her pocket and then glared at the intruder.
"What do you want?" she demanded.
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Post by evanrosier on Apr 20, 2012 7:00:05 GMT
 TOO MANY SHADOWS IN MY ROOM[/b] TOO MANY HOURS IN THIS MIDNIGHT, TOO MANY CORNERS IN MY MIND[/font][/center] Things had finally started to settle down for Evan Rosier. His uncle, Albert Dimmare, had taken care of the John Dawlish situation and Evan was free to roam around the school as he pleased.
The dark circles underneath his eyes had replaced any amount of sleep he had gotten the night previous. Wandering the corridors, exploring every secret that the castle had to offer. He had no intentions of sleeping, if he could help it.
So many things were plaguing the young Slytherin's mind. What with Vienne Zabini out of the picture now, it left room for other things - other people - to be thought of. Bellatrix Black, Evan's childhood friend, had been in his thoughts more and more as the weeks had gone by and he couldn't quite shake the feeling why.
Charms class would have started by now, but Evan didn't care. He ran his fingers along the wall of the stone hallway he was in, unoticing of those around him who were seemingly late for class. As his fingers touched wood, he paused to look where he was.
He stood outside the Potions Classroom, not noticing the girl who sat at the far corner of the room. Surely there would be class right now? As he stepped inside the classroom to see why there was nobody there, a harsh voice came out from the darkness.
'What do you want?'
Evan was slightly taken aback. "No matter," he said in an equally cold and harsh voice. Two could play at that game. "I was merely wondering why there was no class in session."
He stepped in further to the classroom to get a better look at who it was he was talking to. Becuase if there was one thing that Evan Rosier did not like, it was not knowing who it was he was up against.
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Post by nightsarabande on Apr 20, 2012 9:02:39 GMT
"Oh, Evan. Sorry. I didn't know who it was." Elisabetta apologized, fidgeting nervously even though she knew there was no real reason to. "I think class was canceled...that's why I'm in here. I just needed to think about certain things, get them sorted out in my head."
She began pacing up and down, taking three steps forward for each turn. "I really should be doing homework." she muttered, looking at him. "But the common room is way too nosy...I mean, noisy...and there's no way I'd be able to get anything of any real importance done. So I decided to come here where it was quiet. It's a shame I couldn't go to the library--but it doesn't matter." Elisabetta interrupted herself. "Some choices have been made. I just need to get these choices confirmed by my dad and his boss."
She looked at him again, sizing him up. "I'm going to go out on a limb and say that I think you know who my dad's boss is. You just seem like the type...I mean the cause and everything." Elisabetta's voice trailed off, then she shook her head quickly. "In any case, I need to owl my parents back and let them know of my...choice. Sorry for getting a bit titchy with you a moment ago; I didn't know who was here; I thought it was some Hufflepuff coming to practice failing at brewing a Forgetfulness potion."
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Post by evanrosier on Apr 20, 2012 12:21:00 GMT
TOO MANY SHADOWS IN MY ROOM [/b] TOO MANY HOURS IN THIS MIDNIGHT, TOO MANY CORNERS IN MY MIND[/font][/center] Evan frowned as he stepped into the room, finally recognising who it was that was talking to him. Who else would speak so freely? He had known Elisabetta for most of her time at school. Their families hadn't been close when Evan was a child, but he had heard about the unfortunate incident involving her Uncle. Quite the scandal, to be sure.
As he entered the room and snapped the door shut behind him, he wondered why it was that she had decided to open up to him to easily. The idea was foreign to Evan, as he himself would rarely share the most important of information with those around him. A small part of him appreciated the gesture, however.
"I'm surprised you speak so freely of the subject," he retorted, his eyebrows raising high into his brow. Was he really that easy to read? Did she know he was a Death Eater simply by looking at his house and his shape? It was true - he had been consigned to the role earlier on in his fifth year, and now that over a year had passed he was still surprised that he was so easy to read. he made a mental note to work on this in the future.
The corners of his lips turned up into a smile. "Yes, I do suppose Hufflepuffs need as much help as they can possibly get," he said icily as he pulled out a chair opposite the girl.
"Well," he said, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hand, "I do hope your owl gets there in time. You know how... impatient your father's 'boss' can be."
Evan looked over at the Slytherin girl sitting in front of him. He'd never quite noticied how pretty she was - her brown hair curly, only to match her sparkling blue eyes hidden underneath. Why had he not noticed it before? She was rather gorgeous.
"So, Elisabetta," he said, deciding to try his hand at normal conversation instead of his usual harsh manner, "enjoying your fifth year so far?"
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Post by nightsarabande on Apr 20, 2012 17:07:25 GMT
Elisabetta smiled. "You're wondering why I speak so freely of these things. Well..." She frowned suddenly. "That's a good question to ask--" Elisabetta stopped short, suddenly realizing that telling Evan that her dad often spoke freely about Death Eater matters at home would probably be a deadly thing to do. "Forget it. I never said anything. None of this was said." she replied, hastily changing the subject. "Fifth year...yes...it's going well so far. I just wish I had fewer classes with what's-her-name...that red-headed Muggle girl who hangs out with that Quidditch player and his goons. I guess we can't have our way all the time."
She grinned, then bit her lip. "The only problem I have with this year so far is the Christmas party my parents are throwing at our house this year. They want me to meet some character from Durmstrang. As if." She rolled her eyes. "I'm going to have to go, though. It's that decision I made, so I have to stick with it or face the consequences, which, rumor has it, aren't very pleasant. But...that's another story for another day." Then, under her breath: "Although if truth be told, I'm surprised no consequences haven't already been handed down. Someone's been leaking information." she said, not telling him who it was.
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Post by evanrosier on Apr 21, 2012 9:53:05 GMT
TOO MANY SHADOWS IN MY ROOM [/b] TOO MANY HOURS IN THIS MIDNIGHT, TOO MANY CORNERS IN MY MIND[/font][/center] As much as Evan didn't want to, he returned Elisabetta's smile. She was very warm and inviting - something that seemed to be quite rare for a Slytherin. At least, out of all the Slytherins that Evan had encountered over his six years at Hogwarts.
"Each to their own," Evan said simply, shrugging it off. If she wanted to talk about these things freely, then it was her own choice. "Alright," he said in response to her asking him to forget she'd said anything.
He smiled once again. "Yes. Evans. It's a wonder why Snape still hangs out with that girl," Evan added dryly, feeling that the conversation was easier than he'd first anticipated. Who knew? Evan Rosier could actually say more than a few words at a time.
Evan nodded in reply. "Yes, I've heard about your Christmas party. I do believe my family has received an invite," he said nonchalantly, leaning in further on the table. He chuckled. "Durmstrang," he repeated, raising his eyebrows. "That does sound exciting." He wondered whether her parents were trying to set her up with this unknown figure, just as the Black family were trying to do with their oldest child.
As the news hit Evan's ears, he almost had to do a double take to make sure that what Elisabetta was saying was true. "Are you sure?" he hissed in a low voice, suddenly quite angry at this newly presented fact. If he ever found out who it was... He shuddered to think of the consequences. "Where did you hear this from?"
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Post by nightsarabande on Apr 21, 2012 15:46:29 GMT
"You wanted to know how I knew you're a part of...the cause?" Elisabetta replied casually. "My father, Damiano. He had a bit too much to drink the night before we came back here to school, and he was spilling out the names of practically everyone. He didn't know I was listening in from the next room. I told you, I make it a habit to observe things." she added for extra measure. "Anyway, he gave out your family's name and Merlin knows who else. "He mentioned that Malfoy sympathized...that Snape was getting there, if he isn't already...Mulciber...MacNair....everyone that you can think of, he mentioned. Like I said, it's a wonder nothing's been done about this."
Elisabetta paused. "The reason I'm saying all of this is because frankly, this was going to come out sooner or later; it was only a matter of time. Personally, I really don't want to get on anyone's bad side because I knew and didn't say anything. Yes, he's my father, but even still..." She laughed tonelessly. "It doesn't matter now."
A look of agony crossed her face as she remembered everything her father had done for her over the years, and now this was how she was repaying him. She felt like something worse than a traitor, but she knew that this was all a part of the path she'd decided to go down, and that if she couldn't handle something as small as this, how was she going to handle going on the big jobs that she would doubtlessly be sent on? She shook her head in annoyance, trying to get her father's image out of her head.
"He's just like my uncle Damiano." she continued.. "Act stupidly first, ask questions later. I really don't feel like almost being killed again."
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Post by evanrosier on Apr 23, 2012 14:05:15 GMT
center] TOO MANY SHADOWS IN MY ROOM[/b] TOO MANY HOURS IN THIS MIDNIGHT, TOO MANY CORNERS IN MY MIND[/font][/center] Evan paused and buried his lips behind his folded hands. So the word was out... Evan frowned slightly. He was not sure if this was a good thing, or if he needed to be more careful about who he trusted his most private information with. Certainly, Evan was not one to make public announcements about his whereabouts or his allegiance... but when it came to a certain marriage matter, things were about to turn topsy-turvy.
He wanted to make some cutting remark about Elisabetta's father, and who he might make such remarks to, but he kept his mouth shut. He was brought up with manners, and that was the way he was going to act. Putting on a small smile, Evan returned his attention to the girl in front of him.
"I'm sure the Dark Lord is dealing with it as we speak," Evan said coolly, grinding his back teeth together. The Slytherin boy had every faith that things would be put right. After all, this was the first he had heard of it.
"Mm, brothers do tend to be alike," he said nonchalantly, looking over the table at her. He and his older brother Arthur were quite similar in many ways, but he had nothing more to add to the conversation. "Well," Evan said, trying to steer the conversation back to lighter subjects. "I'm glad your fifth year is going well."
"I look forward to your Christmas party," he added, after a moment of silence between the two of them. Evan really wasn't very good at making conversation...
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