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GlassXRose · 12-11-2010, 04:54 PM

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Originally Posted by DamianSlytherin

Damian dropped her mask. The smile in her eyes now was reflected in her face as well.
"Damian" she replied to the woman. "Slytherin" the last word she spoke out slowly, tasting every letter of it.
She turned to face the ghost and smiled at him. "Damien Andromalius, huh?" she thought to herself. She'd never seen a ghost before. Damian always imagined it to be a bright pale light without any particular form, but she never expected a ghost to be attractive, in an awkward way.
Damian turned her head to face the woman again. She couldn't read her face. For the first time, her compulsion didn't work.
"Damn it..." a wave of rage came across her face. But then she realized something. If the woman would have wanted to do something to her, she would have done it by now. The door to The Coffin House was right next to them. She could have taken her in and cursed her by now. Then again, maybe Damian shouldn't have told her that she's related to Salazar.
Damian notice how the woman looked at her. "I'm sixteen..." she said quietly. Damian didn't know why it was important for her to point that out, but she was getting tired sometimes that she was taken for 12 years old child just because she wasn't that high.
Damian felt silly for a moment for pointing her age out. She already dropped her mask, why not give the actual reason for her being in Knockturn Alley...
Damian looked in the woman's eyes once more, this time with her real - thinking and slightly evil - face expression.
"I was here because..." she didn't know how to put this right. "My father was once here. And his mother was here. This place used to have a lot of my family related stuff. Like the Slytherin locket. I was blindly hoping to walk in and see it, even though I realize it's gone. Lost would be the right word, I suppose. I saw my father only right before he was killed. More like... destroyed..."
Damian took a deep breath but didn't continue. She didn't know how to continue.
She turned her face away from the woman's eyes. She didn't want her to see any pain or ghostly tears. She really wasn't a child.

The woman didn't react while the girl was speaking, merely blinked. Damian Slytherin. Was this some kind of joke? And then the sob story, puh-lease. Of course, this girl of sixteen--something that thuroughly surprised her--was unlikely to be lying, as she was rather good at detecting liars. But in that case, it was just as foolish to tell the truth in Knockturn Alley. Kind of a catch twenty-two.

But at the end of the story, she gave a tiny laugh, straightening up--not letting go still. "My dear, if you're telling the truth, then perhaps I should give you a news flash. That locket of which you speak is long, long gone and destroyed. And even if it isn't, thousands of witches and wizards are still, at this moment, bent on finding some trace of it. If it were anywhere near here, how on earth would you have made it this far?"

Then she looked back to the ghost, "Did you hear that, Demian? This is Damian Slytherin," she said. If it was a lie, then it was a grave mistake to say such a thing. If it was the truth... It still would've been a mistake. "Isn't that something?"

12-11-2010, 04:54 PM	#8 (permalink)
GlassXRose I Snuggle Werewuffs! Love Potioneer Moke Join Date: May 2007 Location: Lost in time/space Posts: 8,954	\|Who's On First? \| Challenge Accepted.\| \| :Ink For Blood: \| Team SUITS!\| Quote: Originally Posted by DamianSlytherin Damian dropped her mask. The smile in her eyes now was reflected in her face as well. "Damian" she replied to the woman. "Slytherin" the last word she spoke out slowly, tasting every letter of it. She turned to face the ghost and smiled at him. "Damien Andromalius, huh?" she thought to herself. She'd never seen a ghost before. Damian always imagined it to be a bright pale light without any particular form, but she never expected a ghost to be attractive, in an awkward way. Damian turned her head to face the woman again. She couldn't read her face. For the first time, her compulsion didn't work. "Damn it..." a wave of rage came across her face. But then she realized something. If the woman would have wanted to do something to her, she would have done it by now. The door to The Coffin House was right next to them. She could have taken her in and cursed her by now. Then again, maybe Damian shouldn't have told her that she's related to Salazar. Damian notice how the woman looked at her. "I'm sixteen..." she said quietly. Damian didn't know why it was important for her to point that out, but she was getting tired sometimes that she was taken for 12 years old child just because she wasn't that high. Damian felt silly for a moment for pointing her age out. She already dropped her mask, why not give the actual reason for her being in Knockturn Alley... Damian looked in the woman's eyes once more, this time with her real - thinking and slightly evil - face expression. "I was here because..." she didn't know how to put this right. "My father was once here. And his mother was here. This place used to have a lot of my family related stuff. Like the Slytherin locket. I was blindly hoping to walk in and see it, even though I realize it's gone. Lost would be the right word, I suppose. I saw my father only right before he was killed. More like... destroyed..." *Damian took a deep breath but didn't continue. She didn't know how* to continue. She turned her face away from the woman's eyes. She didn't want her to see any pain or ghostly tears. She really wasn't a child.** The woman didn't react while the girl was speaking, merely blinked. Damian Slytherin. Was this some kind of joke? And then the sob story, puh-lease. Of course, this girl of sixteen--something that thuroughly surprised her--was unlikely to be lying, as she was rather good at detecting liars. But in that case, it was just as foolish to tell the truth in Knockturn Alley. Kind of a catch twenty-two. But at the end of the story, she gave a tiny laugh, straightening up--not letting go still. "My dear, if you're telling the truth, then perhaps I should give you a news flash. That locket of which you speak is long, long gone and destroyed. And even if it isn't, thousands of witches and wizards are still, at this moment, bent on finding some trace of it. If it were anywhere near here, how on earth would you have made it this far?" Then she looked back to the ghost, *"Did you hear that, Demian? This is Damian Slytherin,"* she said. If it was a lie, then it was a grave mistake to say such a thing. If it was the truth... It still would've been a mistake. "Isn't that something?" __________________