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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:15:53 GMT -8
The scene was picturesque as the sun had began to rise over the snow Wiltshire countryside, with the rays of the sun reflecting off the fresh layer of snow it almost looked like heaven. Though the scene was peaceful and beautiful it stood in stark contrast to the events of the previous 24 hours. Hogwarts had been attacked, The Ministry of Magic had been attacked and dozens had been killed or mudered during the night by the Death Eaters in an assautl that noone had apparently seen coming. This was certainly a day of celebration for the Death Eaters, but maybe none as much as Harold Masters who'd worked hard to help ensure this victory. Tthough it was true they could've probably pulled it off without his help, it'd just been a lot more bloody for them, no doubt about that.
Though it was a victory for them, it was just the first step in his overall plan that he'd been puting into motion for years now. Working from the shadows, feeding information to Trevor and pulling strings at the ministry he'd eben curiously absent from the fighting last night. In fact? Noone had seen him for nearly 36 hours now. But now he was just arriving home from his 'business' of the last few days, and what was home? The lovely Masters Manor, surrounded by its moat, protected by magical charms and quite imposing in its own way it was quite the perfect base for his operation.
The main Manor House was where his wife was usually, as well as his kids when they were home from school but most of his time was spent within the small church that was situated off from the house, it'd been built many long years ago before the Masters even owned it, IT'd been used for various purposes over the years but now? It was Harolds secret lair, his workshop and potion factory where he met with his only two right hands when he had to. It was quite a blessing that the house was some 30 feet away from the main house which meant his annoying wife was less likely to intrude on his business. But today wasn't a work day for him, it was a day of celebration! The double doors of the church swung open and then shut with a thundering crash that echoed through the stone church as Harold literally danced down what had once been the main aisle of the church.
"Oh, what a fantastic day to be alive!" he chirped with a bit of mad laughter. He had already seen the some of the results from last night, and they were quite good! The Church building was devoid of the typical church furnishings, instead there was work benches, restraint racks, comfortable chairs and couches and even a bed in one of the side rooms, it was his perfect self contained world. Dancing around one of the benches he rapidly stripped off the robes he was wearing, discarding them as he danced on and sung his own crazy song. Oh yes, today was a good day to be alive!
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Post by Velvet on Nov 19, 2014 20:16:35 GMT -8
Velvet showed up on the door step of Masters, her little bundle in tow. She knocked twice, then twice more for good measure. She hadn’t bothered to send a message. Masters would know who stood on his door step. She heard his singing and giggled. “Oohh Hello in there? I’ve a present for you!!” She giggled again knocking once more. Her ‘bundle’ twitched and made a noise. “Oh hush up in there! You’ll make me cross.” The bundle fell silent. Brushing invisible lint and dust from her dress, she smiled when the door opened. She had dressed just for this. Dark red, low cut, clinging to her curves like a second skin. Black Jewel hanging from a silver chain resting on her cleavage. “Masters…” she said in a voice that was more of a sigh then anything else. She pushed the bundle aside and stepped closer to him, leaning just close enough to smell him. “You seem happy today” |
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:16:54 GMT -8
"I can't dec.." Masters sputtered as he heard the knocking at the door which cut his song a bit short, he knew it could be one of only two people.. Well three actually, but hopefully it wasn't his wife as there was no reason she needed to know he was 'home' just yet. And then there was that voice, that sultry voice that he loved so much! "Oh my sweet dear!" He chirped, almost giddy with excitement as he skipped to the door and opened it. And there she stood, standing tall and beautiful as always in stark contrast to his own wife, Velvet. "Oh, Good Morning my dear." he growled, his eyes caressing her curves slowly before they returned to eye level. "Oh yes, I'm very happy.. very very.. You should be as well." he explained, the giddiness still apparent in his voice as she stepped closer to him exciting him further. "How do I smell?"he said grining as she sniffed at him. |
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Post by Velvet on Nov 19, 2014 20:16:59 GMT -8
“Good morning too you!” Velvet responded resting her hands on his shoulders. “You smell…delicious, like sweat and” she inhaled deeply, pressing her face into the side of his neck licking the skin there lightly. “and blood. Now why should I be so happy?” She asked pulling away from him slightly, wind catching her hair and blowing it in her face. She frowned and pushed him inside the church again, “damn almost forgot your present.” She reached around and grabbed her bundle dragging it inside as well, shoving it to the side. The bundle fell, and made a noise, and was forgotten. Her dark eyes dragging over Masters body she smiled and pulled him close again, pressing her full lips against him. “”S’been too long since I saw you last.” she said as she pulled away slightly. |
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:17:17 GMT -8
The womans touch sent shivers up and down his spine and caused him to shudder, "So naughty.." he said whispering into her ear as he leaned in to return the favor, just as she drew away from him. 'Always the tease..' he thought, knowing that he'd take what he wanted soon enough. "The Ministry and Hogwarts have been hit quite hard, many of our enemies now lay dead.. And its only going to get better my dear.." There was no lack of confidence in his voice, there was no way he could see where they would fail. "Just one step in the grand plan." he said with a sweet grin, but all of that changed with her mentioning of a present. "A present?! I love presents!" Masters clapped his hand his hands in excitement as he watched her drag the bundle in. "Oh whatever could it be?' his eyes wandering over the bundle, his mind totally distracted for the moment until she slipped her arms around him and pulled his lips to hers in a deep and lustful kiss that he returned in full force. "Mm... It has.." Lightly licking his lips as she drew herself away. "I think we can make up for lost time.. After all this is a day of celebration." |
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Post by Velvet on Nov 19, 2014 20:17:39 GMT -8
"Oh yes....oh yes indeed. And we have allot to make up for don't we?" She giggled girlishly and stepped away from him. "But that in moment. First! Your present!" Velvet stepped away and picked up her bundle. It was a small sack, about waist high, tied with course black rope. She pushed it tords masters. It made a noise, something like a cry. Velvet smacked it on the top of the bag, it went quiet again. "Open it. Though." She pouted, and sighed. "I fear I may be the barer of bad news" She sighed there was no way to avoid it. |
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:18:01 GMT -8
"That we do m'love.." Again he leaned in to make his move but much to his fustration she pulled away again, directing his attetion back to the present. "Oh Right! The other present!" he laughed, "Hm, what could it be?" He asked rubbing his chin, carefully observing its every whimper and movement. "I know.. It's a Penguin! No? Oh.. A midget?" he shrugged, playing his usual insane games. "Close? Not quite? well It was fun to guess!" with that he drew his wand and cast a spell to destroy the ties and allow the bundle to unravel, unveiling the next best thing to a midget.. A child. "A child?! What kind of gift is this??" Agitation quickly building in his voice as he flashed a glare towards her. "Is she someone important?" he growled, surely this little girl had to be someone important because what need did he have for a child? They were noisy, messy, smelly and generally annoying! But that all stood in contrast to her sudden change in mood and expression. "What? Bad news? Did you break a nail last night?" he asked sarcastically. |
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Post by Velvet on Nov 19, 2014 20:18:37 GMT -8
Pouting, she could here the irritation rising in his voice. "No love, it's much more important then my nail." Though her nails were VERY important, it had to be something much bigger. "I was playing with the thing's relatives last night. Doing a bit of...house-keeping you know" she said waving at the child. "And then I was interrupted. When I took this....back to my house, you know how I hate to bring work home, but I did and the most interesting thing happened. She screamed, delightful noise by the way, and her eyes rolled back all funny like and she said...well." Pausing she sighed, "She yelled for 'Kathaleen' and then....when pressed well" Velvet shook her head and cast a curse idly at the girl. "Mummyyyy"it shouted in a high pitched voice. Velvet sighed, then turned back to Masters, "She said 'Kathaleen No! Don't kill her, No Helena!' When she came back around she looked at me, and not like those silly normal profits do, where they've no idea what happened. "My sisters just killed Helena Masters, soon she'll come and save me." Velvet mocked in a high pitched voice, "I let her alone for a little while after that, but this morning...well" She looked at the tiny girl. "Go on tell him what you told me!" Velvet lifted her wand slightly, the girl, crying softly, looked up at the man before her. "My...my sister travels with her Professor, Lawson...she...she's coming to save me. And That which you seek can only be found through the traitor" she shuddered and fell to the floor. Velvet stood up."Isn't it that just too interesting?" Velvet sighed and looked at him. "Your daughters dead. But I've brought you the information on who killed her" Velvet thought he might already know that part, he did have a son that was almost always glued to Helena's side, "and a lead on dearest Lawson. Get to the girl...get to Lawson. If he's running with her." She smirked and crossed her arms. |
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:19:13 GMT -8
It seemed at first to Masters that his Velvet had been a bit of an opportunist last night by taking care of her own dirty laundry during the greater chaos of the evening but it mattered little. He said nothing as Velvet spoke, himself crouching down in front of the girl as he watched her curiously, wondering why she hadn't just killed the little rat to begin with. Harold cringed as the girl shrieked obnouxlsy, oh how he hated kids! He didn't like his kids that much when they were young either for that matter but someone elses? Even worse. "Shut the hell up you little wench, Merlin!" he griped, though the reason why Velvet had brought her to him soon became apparent as Velvet explained the bit about some child named Kathaleen and then.. Helena? "What? What about her?" Rarely did concern and Hardol Masters go together but an edge of concern had creeped into his voice with the topic of his daughter coming up, the name of the other girl also clicked.. He could remember his wife telling him something about how their son and daughter had wrote him about the Gryffindor 'bitch' they'd beaten up, Teachers pet.. Lawson, Professor Lawsons pet! It was all coming together very quickly as the woman before him mocked the child in front of him.. The color drained from Masters face with the revelation about his daughter. '.. No No.. It can't be.. It cant be true.. Not my dearest.. no.." He struggled with the realization, the possiblity, that his daughter had become a casualty of the war he'd helped engineer. "NO! It's impossible!" he screamed, quickly jumping to his feet before he took a few steps back. "No Gryffindor bitch could've done that.. No, Impossible." he said hissing through his teeth, oh if looks could kill both the woman and little girl would probably be to dead.
Harold turned and stormed away before lashing out at a nearby bench knocking a half dozen glass bottles from it which resulted in a crash and sounds of breaking glass. "She lies!" he concluded, denying the truth of the whole thing. Spinning around to face them again. "How would this rat know something as such?! he growled, the anger burning wtihin him and raging in his eyes as he fought the temptation to kick and maim the child. And as he stalked towards her, he probably would've done just that until she repeated what Velvet wanted her to and there he stopped dead in his tracks. "What?" he asked meekly, the girl had mentioned something somewhat specific, something that he'd been looking for? Yes.. That was true, but noone, not Velvet or even Vlad knew about.. How would she know? There was only one way to find out. Ignoring Velvet almost entirely now, he stepped forward and placed his hand on Lillians head as he closed his own eyes as he literally reached into her mind with his own legilimency skills. Perhaps the greatest at it since Voldemort himself, he would find out just what this girl knew, and how she knew it and as he probed her mind, he made no effort at concealing his actions, not caring what pain or suffering it caused the girl.
Despite her thrashing, her struggles he probed deeper, peering through the girls thoughts and memories, seeing the mental imagery of the Kathaleen girl murdering his daughter, Lawson carrying the girl away and more.. It all became so clear, so fast and then it was over.. He withdrew himself, the expression on his face blank as he stared first at the girl, then Velvet. "I can't believe it.. I.. Don't want to believe it.." his voice trembled, despite the many things he'd done he did love his children, those who would carry on the Masters name and everything he'd built in the name of the family. ".. You are right.. This lead, this girl is a blessing.. One we can use.." |
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Post by Velvet on Nov 19, 2014 20:19:30 GMT -8
Tilting her head to the left she watched as he recieved the news she'd brought him face blank of emotion. Then he stepped away and kicked the benches. Velvet smiled in cool amusement at that. Stepping back a little for the look in his eye was wild. Licking her lips, velvet felt her pulse rise in her throat. She grinned and watched him place his hands on the girls head. She wasn’t afraid. She didn’t know what that word was. But she was excited. She clapped her hands again as the child screamed.
Lillian screamed, and screamed as he ripped through her mind. It was like being torn apart. He stole things from her. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she keened high and loud. She tried to hide the images from him, but she was only ten, what did she know of anything? Of course it didn’t work. He took from her what he wanted. "Please-p-please stop." she cried, ""Sissy...kat" she whimpered before her poor brain shut down, the only thing that kept her standing was Masters hands on her head. When he removed them, she crumpled, passed out, to the floor.
Velvet watched the thing’s eyes go wide and dull. She giggled and sat down on a bench. Honey-hazel eyes wide and dancing, when Harold again looked at her. “Told you,” She murmmered. “I brought bad news, and to make up for it, I brought you something…smelly and terribly useful.” She stood now, and walked closer to Harold, wrapping her long pale arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Revenge will be sweet don’t you think?” She asked, breathing softly in his ear. "And you know what screams do to me..." She trailed off, one hand reaching up to trail under his chin and down his chest. |
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Post by Harold Masters on Nov 19, 2014 20:20:01 GMT -8
It took a few moments before Masters had finally processed the situation and calmed him down some, right now blind rage wasn't going to help him achieve his goals. No, he would hold onto his anger and unleash it at the right time and the right place. The death of his daughter was just another brick in the wall for him it seemed, the revenge he craved for Lawson and the Order of the Phoenix was even greater now, but there was only one real comforting thought in this horrific moment. Her pale white arms as they snaked around him, her closeness, her scent and her lips so close to his. For a breif moment he surrendered himself to her, as he slipped his arms around her waist. "IT will be sweet, and totall.. They'll all pay.. Every last one of them." he whispered in a low growl, his eyes meeting with hers again. Her touch was electric, sending shivers up and down his spine. "Together we'll have it, none will stand on our way." he whispered iinto her ear his lips 'accidentally' brushing her earlobe as he leaned into her. "Show me what it does.." he teased. |
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Post by Velvet on Nov 19, 2014 20:20:43 GMT -8
Giggling Velvet kissed him, long and hard. Then grabbing his hand she dragged him off to one of the offices or what ever they were, in the church. She cast a quick rope spell at the girl, making sure her pet didn't go anywhere, and pushed open the door. Turning to look at Harold. She leaned forward and bit him softly on the neck, then releasing his hand she danced into the room humming. "My heart is cold and hard and petra-" she trailed off. (Cont. some where else.  ) |
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