Thread: Have a bit of venom with your chocolate (CntDestyr And Queenofwolves)

The man had been deemed the Prince of Slytherin by nearly everyone else in the school. He was the man that that piss ant Draco Malfoy wished that he was. He was Edward Gaspar a man that normally kept to himself and minded his own business. He was one of the more powerful wizards in the school, his bloodlines helping him out a bit there, and it was painfully obvious that he would surely become a Death Eater when he was out of Hogwarts. He was the seven time dueling champion of the school, which was perfect because he had been at the school for seven years. He was also a smart boy, knowing most of what the teachers were teaching already. Call it good parenting. Aside from his brains, and his ability with a wand, the man was humble. Nothing anyone could say at the school could rock Edward's world. He was there to take care of business, then move on. That was what he planned on doing, and that was what he was going to do. The man's friends, on the other hand, had a nasty habit of picking on the other kids. It wasn't so much that they were doing it for the fun of it, no, it was more that they were trying to impress Edward. In truth, Edward felt as though he didn't have a true friend in the lot. They were all acquaintances, sure, maybe he could consider one or two of them a friend, but he wouldn't have tea with most of the people that followed him around. Still, when they got into a little tiff, they knew that Edward would most likely back them up, so when the wand was pressed to the back of his friend's neck, Edward watched with silent eyes. He had been making his way to the Great Hall, and the scene sort of just unfolded in front of him. Edward stood at nearly 6'4. He was tall for his age, and especially tall for most Brits. He was lanky, his eyes were wide and always analyzing what was in front of him. He certainly wasn't someone that the average student missed. His presence alone could be felt, and when he got angry or upset, which was rare, his presence completely changed. His robes draped over his shoulders, blending all of his bodily features, hiding them behind his robe, but his posture was pristine and correct. Sometimes he felt like the belle of the ball, being recruited by the teachers to take the auror path, but being recruited by his parents to take the Death Eater path. He was likely leaning towards becoming a Death Eater, but in truth, he didn't want to do any. Still, when this little girl thought that she would be a white knight and save those Hufflepuffs, it kind of got under the man's skin. Before the 5'10 Slytherin could say anything, Edward made his way out from the crowd. And what's it to you? He asked her, really wanted to know. It was odd, they weren't being hurt or anything, it was just apart of school. They weren't even in the same house as she was! Pulling his own wand, he pointed it at her. There is no reason for any violence. He said, a strong accent ringing for those to hear. When some of the others saw Edward pull his wand, they pulled theirs, pointing at the girl who was just barely 5 feet off the ground. She was outnumbered for sure, and things probably could have gotten much more hectic. Why did Gryffindors have to get involved in business that wasn't theirs? There were all so fucking nosy, so caught up in their own idea of being a hero or doing what was right, that they infringed on everyone else. She didn't have to involve herself with this. The man was starting to get angry. Maybe he'd just have to show her what her actions could get her. Being a hero wasn't always grand.