"I'm not completely useless, Georgie." She knew it was him and not his twin. Years together with the twins, you learn to catch the faint differences between them. Not so much with their physical appearances, because they're identical, but actually with their personalities. Fred behaves more like an older brother towards Cynthia and becomes very protective when she's ill. George, on the other hand, is more likely to tease her playfully and try to make her smile. Cynthia does not favor one brother over the other, but feels safe and secure with George in a way that she doesn't around Fred.
"Escort a lady back to bed?" Cynthia giggled, reaching weakly for George's hands and gently pulled him into the room. Although wanting to listen in to the twin's broadcast their radio show, Cynthia's current condition would not allow her to walk down the stairs. "I'm sorry." She always hates feeling so pathetic. It's rather annoying. Even though she's been suffering from her immune weakness for years, the pain never fades. Cynthia continued to tug George inside and finally sat down on her bedding, still holding onto his hands.
"Can you place a cooling spell on my forehead, please?" Her skin was set aflame from a fever and she began feeling lightheaded from dizziness.
* * *
Lillian is not normal. Sharing his age, but she seemed to be comfortable around the Dark Lord and that was enough to make him suspicious. Her words of caution made sense, but following the orders of such a disgusting man made Draco's skin crawl in sin. He knew it's wrong to cause Muggles pain and discomfort, and yet, he had no other choice. When the Dark Lord finally left the room to his Death Eaters, Draco was the first to vacate the area. The scent of decaying flesh making him nauseous. He hurried past Lillian, brushing their shoulders as he quickly retreated up the staircase to his room. The last thing he wanted was to loose him composure in front of everyone.
Standing across the room, a panicked mother fought to keep herself from screaming out in anger. Seeing her son being exposed to such horror is incredibly painful. Narcissia approached Lillian, while Snape was busy tending to something. The elder woman gently dropped a hand on Lillian's shoulder and whispered quietly beside her ear. "Draco is in danger. I know the Dark Lord is beginning to seriously doubt his loyalty." Narcissia would do anything for her son's safety. Even if protecting him meant putting herself at risk.
"Can you help him adjust here? Show him how to carry and present himself the same as you do?" It would keep him safe, at least for now.
Nica Member
They - Them
- Last Seen: 3 yrs ago
- Old Guild Username: Mythical Nica
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
- Posts: 288 (0.07 / day)
- VMs: 1
-
Username history
- Nica 11 yrs ago
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
Sure, that sounds good. ^^
Posted
She had to wonder if they were okay. Her beloved parents and unknown sibling, she'd cast their memories of her aside and sent them off to another country for their own protection. It was painful. Extremely heartbreaking to be without them and their support. Even so, she knew it had been the right decision. The world is becoming far too dangerous for them. Muggles, Voldemort's target to exterminate into oblivion. The Burrow was her home now and she couldn't be more thankful. Molly, the mother to many Weasley children, welcomed her into the home without a second of hesitation.
"You're part of the Order and my boys absolutely adore you, Cynthia."
The boys. The twins, specifically. Molly knew how closely bonded the twins and Cynthia had become throughout the years at Hogwarts. Without even saying anything to her husband, both Molly and Arthur had suspicions that one of the twins, if not both, would someday develop a fancy on the beautiful brunette. As for right now, the trio wasn't disrupted by hormones. Cynthia finally left the security of her bedroom, which she currently shared with fellow Muggleborn, Hermione.
As she reached the doorway and carefully balanced herself against the door frame with her hand, Hermione immediately ran over. "Are you alright?" The question was pointless, but Hermione didn't want to offend Cynthia by purely assuming. Cynthia's failing health is common knowledge since she joined the Order. Her weakened immune system makes her incredibly fragile. While enduring the constant fatigue of her condition, Cynthia continues to try and surpass the discomfort with simple enchantments. The strain it places on her body only exaggerates the symptoms.
"I'll go get Fred," Hermione assured, turning to the staircase.
Suddenly she felt a shaking hand grip around her wrist. Looking back, she realized it was Cynthia. "Not Fred," the exhausted Witch corrected. "George, please."
* * *
This manor no longer felt like home for him. The Dark Lord walks its hallways and glides his sinful presence wherever he feels compelled. The Malfoy heir can barely contain his disgust when Voldemort has Muggles brought in for torture. It's a regular occurrence now. Muggles are thrown into the dungeons and repeatedly abused until, finally after weeks of painful humiliation, they're put out of their misery. No man should have to see a woman murdered before his own eyes. And yet, he has witnessed so many countless deaths within his time back at the manor.
"Draco?" His mother tries to shield him, to the best of her abilities. She knows how psychologically damaging this entire experience must be to her only son. Her cherished boy. She hates that he was must be present. If allowed, Narcissia would have sent him away. However, the Dark Lord is not so confident in Draco's loyalty and doesn't trust him to be faithful to the Death Eaters. Rather than interrogate the young man himself, Voldemort takes pleasure in haunting the innocent Wizard with the vile crimes committed at the manor.
Every so often, Voldemort commands Draco to cast a Crucio Curse on a Muggle. A way of testing the boy's strength and dedication to the war. So far, Draco has not failed to obey the instructions of his Lord. However, it's only a matter of time. Draco is not a murderer and he does not enjoy causing others physical pain. It won't be long until Draco finally snaps and his life is put at risk. For now, he merely wears a frown and turns away his eyes while Nagini snacks on her newest corpse.
"You're part of the Order and my boys absolutely adore you, Cynthia."
The boys. The twins, specifically. Molly knew how closely bonded the twins and Cynthia had become throughout the years at Hogwarts. Without even saying anything to her husband, both Molly and Arthur had suspicions that one of the twins, if not both, would someday develop a fancy on the beautiful brunette. As for right now, the trio wasn't disrupted by hormones. Cynthia finally left the security of her bedroom, which she currently shared with fellow Muggleborn, Hermione.
As she reached the doorway and carefully balanced herself against the door frame with her hand, Hermione immediately ran over. "Are you alright?" The question was pointless, but Hermione didn't want to offend Cynthia by purely assuming. Cynthia's failing health is common knowledge since she joined the Order. Her weakened immune system makes her incredibly fragile. While enduring the constant fatigue of her condition, Cynthia continues to try and surpass the discomfort with simple enchantments. The strain it places on her body only exaggerates the symptoms.
"I'll go get Fred," Hermione assured, turning to the staircase.
Suddenly she felt a shaking hand grip around her wrist. Looking back, she realized it was Cynthia. "Not Fred," the exhausted Witch corrected. "George, please."
* * *
This manor no longer felt like home for him. The Dark Lord walks its hallways and glides his sinful presence wherever he feels compelled. The Malfoy heir can barely contain his disgust when Voldemort has Muggles brought in for torture. It's a regular occurrence now. Muggles are thrown into the dungeons and repeatedly abused until, finally after weeks of painful humiliation, they're put out of their misery. No man should have to see a woman murdered before his own eyes. And yet, he has witnessed so many countless deaths within his time back at the manor.
"Draco?" His mother tries to shield him, to the best of her abilities. She knows how psychologically damaging this entire experience must be to her only son. Her cherished boy. She hates that he was must be present. If allowed, Narcissia would have sent him away. However, the Dark Lord is not so confident in Draco's loyalty and doesn't trust him to be faithful to the Death Eaters. Rather than interrogate the young man himself, Voldemort takes pleasure in haunting the innocent Wizard with the vile crimes committed at the manor.
Every so often, Voldemort commands Draco to cast a Crucio Curse on a Muggle. A way of testing the boy's strength and dedication to the war. So far, Draco has not failed to obey the instructions of his Lord. However, it's only a matter of time. Draco is not a murderer and he does not enjoy causing others physical pain. It won't be long until Draco finally snaps and his life is put at risk. For now, he merely wears a frown and turns away his eyes while Nagini snacks on her newest corpse.
(Okay. I'm sleepy, so don't expect much. LOL)
(Awesome, would you like me to start?)
(Yup ^^)
Emily and Erika, the Maid Club's two lovely twins, walked the halls of Ouran in perfect unison. Identical physically, yet differing tremendously in terms of fashion. The elder of the twins was Erika. Unlike her sister, the elder prefers to dress rather tomboyish and absolutely refuses to wear the same clothing as her twin. On the other hand, Emily adores adorable items of clothing and thinks periwinkle blue is the perfect color for any occasion. It's always easy to tell them apart. Erika usually wears a black hat that's tipped slightly forward, a white blouse of some sort and a sleeveless black vest left unbuttoned.
Although Erika's hair is long and the same shade of blond as her sister, Erika always keeps the back braided and twirled into a bun. Emily, due to her love of fashionable accessories, wears her hair down with a different colored ribbon off to the right side everyday. Today it's a black ribbon, to match the one tied around her neck. The twins speak exactly the same when it comes to their British accent. Erika is more likely to curse and use foul language, though.
"I can't believe Elena is forcing us to go searching for sweets just so Jackie doesn't act so pathetic," Erika grumbled through her annoyed frown. "Why should we be responsible?"
"Oh, stiff up a lip, love." Emily's cheery disposition often contributes to Erika's sour mood and today was no exception.
Striding alongside her twin, Erika happened to notice the Host's Club just across the hall. "Maybe we should ask them for some?"
Not entirely sure with Erika's suggestion, Emily agreed anyway. "Okay."
Approaching the doors to the Host Club, the twins both took hold of the golden handles and bravely walked inside.
Although Erika's hair is long and the same shade of blond as her sister, Erika always keeps the back braided and twirled into a bun. Emily, due to her love of fashionable accessories, wears her hair down with a different colored ribbon off to the right side everyday. Today it's a black ribbon, to match the one tied around her neck. The twins speak exactly the same when it comes to their British accent. Erika is more likely to curse and use foul language, though.
"I can't believe Elena is forcing us to go searching for sweets just so Jackie doesn't act so pathetic," Erika grumbled through her annoyed frown. "Why should we be responsible?"
"Oh, stiff up a lip, love." Emily's cheery disposition often contributes to Erika's sour mood and today was no exception.
Striding alongside her twin, Erika happened to notice the Host's Club just across the hall. "Maybe we should ask them for some?"
Not entirely sure with Erika's suggestion, Emily agreed anyway. "Okay."
Approaching the doors to the Host Club, the twins both took hold of the golden handles and bravely walked inside.
PLEASE DELETE!
Looking forward to it! :D
© 2007-2024