Post by Maverick Taurus Rotburn on Aug 10, 2015 9:03:25 GMT
The Slytherin Common Room is slightly sparse after the latest Hogsmeade trip. Most students are cramming for class in the morning or strolling the halls for mischief before 'lights out' are announced. Being a Sixth Year now comes with its perks. Such as having a cozy seat by the front of the fire.
Maverick sinks back into the tall chair with its back cantered towards the rest of the room for privacy. He slings a leg over the other carelessly and hides the devious grin in a palm as he stares into the open flames. His Hogsmeade trip had also been... eventful.
Inside his robes, Svar slithers out from a sleeve. It isn't widely known that he owns a familiar, but there's no fear of being ratted out if the creature remains within these sacred halls of Lord Slytherin. Svar laps at the air, tasting the energies and magicks swirling around. Maverick is sure the serpent can sense his pleasurable mood. ~Tell me.~ Fingers glide across his lips to reveal a smile full of teeth. ~What did he taste like?~
~Disgusting.~
They share a laugh of hisses between them. Just last evening Maverick had done a furtive search of the muggle named Andrew living near the Potter residence. It's surprising how easy a tracking spell can be on those lowly life forms. Once confirming the location on map, Maverick had sent a request to his Grandfather for a side-along apparition the next afternoon.
The previous Lord Rotburn waited in the Three Broomsticks and took him right to the dreary little cottage that the boy lived at. There were no questions asked between the Rotburn's. Maverick had hunted down the blonde bloke with Svar's help and backed the other into a figurative corner. It had been satisfying watching the male convulse and froth at the mouth. Extremely satisfying. The Slytherin youth can only wish there is a way to do it again. Mortality can be so depriving at times.
When he returned to be brought back to the school, his Grandfather hadn't said a word. Surely he heard the screams? The choking cry and flailing in the dirt? Is it Maverick's imagination that Marcuscis Rotburn actually gave him his first prideful look?
Suddenly, the Dungeon's door opens. He turns a bit in the seat to glance around the winged-back chair. In sweeps a few more Sixth Years, Albus Potter being one of them.