Thread: The Great Hall

Name Nickname Lucius Sarathorn. Attire Vest. HouseYear Slytherin Second Year. Wand 12 12 Inches, Phoenix Feather core, Yew wood. Location Great Hall. Slytherin Table Tagging Anyone Wendy Sees Remus, Severus. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Morning. Lucius could not help but muffle a snort along with a laughter as the two girls went at each others necks. It was rather...amusing, and did ever so well to feed his egotistical ideals. Yes, this situation would always have to happen. He would be in control and others would fight over him, for him. Control, he would have it, and secure it. Slytherin House already fell to his grasp, by his heritage alone. Soon, soon the pure-bloods will be united under a common cause. Hogwarts had been infested for too long, and he was the messiah. He was the power to change, and mold this place into his own fortress. That is why these girls were fighting in the first place, power does attract after all. They both knew how much potential there was, how much could be in it for them if they sided with him, yet he was selective. His thought process was abruptly interrupted when a sudden stomp of the foot echoed across the table. He snapped out of it and looked up at the culprit, Minerva, who had been looking at him dead in the eye. Lucius, darling, you know I can't be mad at you. I adore you too much, but when you stop pitying this Half-Breed bitch, I'll be here waiting. See you in class And with that, she winked at him and ran off to a group of her friends. Lucius burst into laughter rather quickly, maintaining it just as fast as he turned his attention back to Wendy. He scooted in closer to her so their legs touched, from thigh all the way down. He leaned against her just lightly to give her some comfort after that rather vicious exit. She's such a pleasure, isn't she? Name Nickname Marrick Left Lane Right Attire Click Here HouseYear Gryffindor 3rd Years. Wand 9 inches, Veela Hair Core, Hornbeam Wood Marrick 9 Inches, Troll Whisker Core, Hornbeam wood. Lane Location Great Hall. Tagging Anyone Snape Sydney Noelle. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Morning. Lane and Marrick's attention was drawn to the eerie figure that suddenly popped up beside them. He was quiet enough that he gave Marrick a little jump when he spoke, surprising him. They eyed him carefully for a moment, thoughts racing into their head. Ahh, so you're...Snape 2.0...I didn't know you inherited his attitude as well. Lane snorted at Marrick's comment, before slapping his brother across the head. He's joking. But oh of corse it was us, usually we don't brag about our work. It makes it less...what's the word, classy? No, dignified. A true artist doesn't go around shoving his work in people's faces, if the Art is truly beautiful it will attract admirers all on it's own. Lane gave a sage like nod, before being slapped across the head as Marrick had his revenge. You're so deep Lane, oh please tell me more. You should join a poetry club. Marrick grinned and Lane sneered back at him. before they snapped their attention back to Snape. Oh look brother, there's a little prankster in him. Maybe he isn't a total copy of the dead guy in the books. Say, Snape, ever consider an apprenticeship? We've been needing an intern for...our Art. Marrick snorted just then, just to tease his brother. Ladies love dangerous men you know, just ask them. He tilted his head, motioning to Sydney and Noelle as they watched the interaction.