No Boundries ~Sigurd~

[lucius malfoy]

Lucius was a notorious bully- unlike many others, though, it didn't stop in his own house. Quite the contrary, nothing disgusted him more than scum in his own house. Half-bloods around the school, in other houses, were like the tolerable middle class in wizarding society, but anything but pureblood in the majestic Slytherin house was as bad as any mudblood.

This was why he targeted Sigurd as the lowest of the low in need of being put in his place. Not only was he a halfblood from a low profile family, but he seemed to think he was the 'bigger person' so to speak. He never fought back, never drew his wand, defended his worthless name or family. Pathetic.

Yesterday, though, Lucius caught him in a particularly bad mood and touched on a particularly 'delicate' subject. It had been very entertaining until Lucius had gotten hexed- he fought back only because of the crowd and would have gotten his butt kicked- not that he would ever admit it- had a teacher not intervened almost immediately.

Good thing for him he still had his pride intact and still thought he was superior- unfortunately the price was detention. So now he stood hand polishing armor next to the prat who had caused this mess. He leaned his back against the wall and looked at Sigurd with a devilish smirk. "Tsk tsk. Someone has quite the temper- very unbecoming of an inferior half blood such as yourself. You would think by now you all would know your place" he remarked, his ego untarnished.

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[sigurd bastien asgaard]

[classy=writesig]in his ears there are no other sounds or words but the creaking of armor as he runs the rag across its surface. detention for two nights wasn't a bad punishment, as he has admitted to himself. serving detention with malfoy, though, is the real punishment. sigurd exhales sharply and in a disapproving manner at the stench of polish on the small piece of cloth, and his fingers as well. the scent wouldn't be rid of itself easily. muggle inventions had a tendency to stick around for long, long times.

even as lucius spoke, he remains silent, filtering out the unmistakable drawl to his voice and shuffle of feet as the other male leans against the wall. being the malfoy's pastime had not been particularly pleasant, but he always tells himself to put up with it; now in their seventh years, things would soon be over and he may never need to see that cocky smirk and perfectly-coiffed hair again.

the armor groans under the pressure sigurd exerts as he gives it a particularly hard wipe across the shoulder guards. can't help that i'm in slytherin now, can i? he mutters under his breath as a reply. he gives the armor piece a particularly vicious rub before splashing more of the pungent liquid on his rag. can't help that i'm a half-blood and you a pure-blood. why are we in the same room again? it took him considerable restraint to not accidentally spill the entire contents of the bottle as he replaced it on the marble floors.

leaning over the armor to pick up its fallen head, sigurd grits his teeth then glances over his shoulder at the other slytherin. he should have seen the possibility of a teacher sauntering by and placing the both of them in detention. had he known, he would not have hesitated in hexing lucius with a more lethal spell.

he holds the headpiece in his hand, the other holding up the rag before swiping it across the metal lightly. the suits of armor in the room, as he had noticed, have a nasty tendency to get themselves dirty as soon as an unlucky student is assigned detention.

malfoy, next time -- leave me alone.[/classy]

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[lucius malfoy]

Malfoy smiled as he saw Sigurd tense up at the comment, giving the armor a particularly rough swipe. Then he heard him mumble under his breath, can't help that i'm in slytherin now, can i? Can't help that i'm a half-blood and your a pureblood.". Lucius had often wondered what had landed Asgaard in this house in the first place. What went on in the sorting hats 'head'?

"True," Lucius replied snidely, "What, did you bribe the hat or something? It can't have been serious when it put you here." Sigurd cast him a spiteful glance, but Lucius was unphased if not pleased to see the anger and annoyance. "Why are we in the same room again?" Asgaard asked, eyes fixed on the rag. Lucius just smirked before replying that Sigurd had been too stupid to see the teacher coming.

Malfoy watched in silence for a few moments as the other Slytherin grit his teeth and continued polishing grudgingly. At this rate the armor would be done without Malfoy breaking a sweat- or getting any of the infernal muggle polish on his well pressed robes. The stupid creatures came up with the most ineffective ways of doing things, and Lucius was amazed they hadn't died out yet.

"malfoy, next time -- leave me alone." Sigurd finally said. Malfoy sniggered- that was the best he had? Leave me alone. If only he would be so lucky. "Telling me what to do now, Asgaard?" he replied coldly, "It's not my fault you can't defend yourself- and even when you attempt it you land yourself in detention, dragging me down with you." he added snidely. He wasn't worthy of those robes with the Slytherin patch weak as he was.

Malfoy was happy to entertain himself by toying with Asgaard, watching him attempt to ignore the jabs at his pride. Malfoy had never liked the bloke, but finding his weak points was admittedly one of his favorite past times. As of late he seemed to be especially tense over his family.

"So, I heard you set a letter to flames the other day." he started, at risk of being hexed. "Was it from your family? Tell me, are they all cowardly half- breeds like yourself?" His hand curled around his wand just in case.

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[sigurd bastien asgaard]

[classy=writesig]it makes sense, logically, for the malfoy to be so unhappy with his presence in the house. by now, sigurd has already accepted the fact that anything short of pure-bloods were considered to be bad for the slytherin house. it doesn't matter that they were wizards -- if that is how slytherins work, it is how they work. sigurd never once saw fault in that. hence, malfoy picking on half-bloods and muggle-borns was perfectly right and logical.

the irony laid in the fact that he isn't a half-blood; the blood running in his veins is as pure as pure-blooded wizards had in them. had he not been a pure-blood, he would have accepted the abuse quietly, and never once dare let the idea of hexing him come to mind. cruel reality takes pleasure in tormenting him, and as he thinks of that, he keeps his eyes on the armor and not on malfoy despite his words.

lucius really did take a keen interest to him -- getting a rise out of sigurd seems to be the equivalent of getting high, in the boy's eyes. so what if he hadn't seen the teacher coming? so what if he had and still wanted to hex him anyway? he replaced the headpiece on the desk, set the rag aside, and crossed his arms as he took a position against the wall, eyes staring at lucius behind an expressionless face.

yeah. they're all half-blooded; if you were curious, i'm muggle on my mom's side. his eyes narrow slightly; he isn't happy about telling a lie, even if half of it was a truth to begin with -- his stepmother is a muggle. the distant relatives he claimed to be related to are muggles, too. one, two years ago, any sort of jab towards his family would have resulted in him storming off in a fit of rage, but now ... now? there isn't much he could say about his family.

they all turned him away. even his father. the one who took him in. he thinks it was guilt's fault in the first place; guilt being the driving force, changed everything. i'm sure you won't settle for anything but pure-bloods. his gaze settles on malfoy more comfortably now. sigurd treats the conversation as if it is a civil chat between old friends. slowly, but surely, his mouth quirks in a half-smile.[/classy]

[lucius malfoy]

Sigurd stuck to his irritating tendency to ignore his remarks. For some people this would be to Lucius' liking, but with Asgaard it was simply annoying. There was something about him that made this passive behavior seem disgraceful. Lucius smirked as Sigurd dropped his tactic of busying himself with work, dropped his rag, and leaned his back against the wall with an indifferent look on his face.

His eyes were fixed on Malfoy as he spoke casually, yeah. they're all half-blooded; if you were curious, i'm muggle on my mom's side. Lucius had not been curious, a half-blood was a half-blood, but the way he said the words and the flicker behind Asgaards blue eyes suddenly changed that. It almost seemed as if the bloke had told a troublesome lie. Why would that matter? At least Lucius knew what made his nonchalant manner so irritating- there was pureblood in his veins from his father, but it was tainted with the filthiest of blood.

"Aww, well I wasn't curious," he said, matching the mock casual tone, "but- why would admitting so bother you? Are you ashamed by the fact you have muggle blood in your veins, or the fact that you could have been pure?" he questioned with a smirk. "Tsk, tsk. So close but so far away".

i'm sure you won't settle for anything but pure-bloods. Sigurd replied , unphased, a smile playing in his lips. It was true of course, but Malfoy was far from insulted. He would settle for no less than the best- that was the standards one of his stature should have. "Correct," he stated, "No, use the instincts in that head of yours that your mother gave you to shine this armor like a true Muggle"

Malfoys smirk grew to a cruel kind of scowl- He had no boundries, and his goal was to pound the blokes worthlessness into Sigurds head until there was no forgetting. Any reaction from the bloke was a bonus and a sign of accomplishment. Perhaps the degrading remark would get him there.

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[sigurd bastien asgaard]

[classy=writesig]the only thing that happens between the two of them, it seems, is an exchange of words. it hasn't gotten violent nor has it gotten to the point where insults are hurled -- sigurd has long since gotten used to the idea of looking down upon muggle-borns and half-bloods. the fact that he has to act like one isn't doing much good to him either; landing in detention with malfoy, surprisingly, isn't the last straw -- yet.

he raises an eyebrow and allows the smile on his face to widen some more. he keeps his attitude and demeanor towards his long-time tormentor relatively pleasant; the conversation may have taken a turn for the worse (for him, anyway, as the other slytherin seems to be enjoying himself), but sigurd doesn't mind. it doesn't faze nor annoy him more than it should.

wisely, he chooses to let the comment roll off and away. he tells himself, over and over, in his mind that malfoy's logic is flawed. there isn't anything wrong with himself, and that the fault lies somewhere else: in germany, in the asgaard family home. he isn't far away, or close -- he's there, a pure-blooded wizard, but he can't do anything about it. it's a gilded cage; he walks in hogwarts as an equal to many others but he is still trapped by the promises he made.

i'm done here, malfoy. there's another group coming in for detention and they can do the work. he looks over to the door, but his eyes quickly snaps back to him. do stay if you enjoy watching muggle chores.

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[lucius malfoy]

Lucius watched Sigurd's expression intently as his smile widened and the words seemingly rolled off of him. And then, to Malfoy's mild disappointment, the lower class wizard announced that he was leaving and stalked out of the room. Malfoy lingered behind for a moment , giving Asgaard the chance to get caught leaving early before doing so himself, and then sauntered out into the wide and now empty hall.

Lucius started toward the common room, just daring Sigurd to hang around where he could catch him. If the bloke were wise, he would have high tailed it the other way- Malfoy was in a particularly mischievous mood today. Perhaps he would hex some first years, or go assign detentions with his prefect power.

Sigurd was in the back of his mind. He was an interesting bloke- the type to accept abuse that he thought he deserved, and yet Malfoy seemed to get to him, though Asgaard did well not to show it. Why wasn't he in Durmstrang with his half-blood siblings anyway? There was something curious about Sigurd, and Malfoy would be happier than a filthy marauder in a joke shop if he could find out what.

Malfoy stored away the thought as he saw a group of second yearrs passing, one showing the others a new spell. Lucius hexed his friend while the young boys eyes were on the other, and an argument erupted for which he promptly assigned detention for. He would miss this school.

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[abigail murray]

Abigail was roaming the halls in the lower part of the school and curfew was approaching rather fast. She wasn't worried- Abigail had never been caught due to her metamorphagus ability, but she still started as footsteps echoed down the hallway. Perhaps it was that prefect Malfoy boy, he would do anything to abuse his power and get her into trouble is she were to get in his way.

As the figure came toward her she saw that his hair was dark, not Lucius, but surely a Slytherin. Without a moment of hesitation she formed herself into the prefect himself. They had a later curfew due to duties and other prefects wouldn't question- no0body would question who she had taken form of.

She walked forward arrogantly, the relative darkness in this corridor masking the ravenclaw robes that were short on the tall boy- she shortened herself a few inches-, but not to terribly small due to his slimness and her liking of roomy robes. She quickly recognized the person in front of her as her friend Sigurd. He seemed to be in a foul mood and the scowl Abbie had pasted on melted into a smile that looked strange on Malfoys cold face. "Hey, long time no see" she said, and then after looking around to make sure they were alone, took her own form. The look of surprise was rather priceless.

"Sorry Sigurd," she said with a soft laugh, "I was just trying to avoid trouble from any Slytherins. You aren't going to give me any, are you?" she joked. He looked like he needed a friend.

[sigurd bastien asgaard]

[classy=writesig]he keeps to his promise of keeping himself calm and collected while in hogwarts, but he doesn't bother rearranging his face. it's hardened, emotionless, but aggression blazes in his eyes. he walks out from the room before malfoy does, and doesn't bother looking back. knowing the other slytherin, he would be apt to do something else with his spare time -- after all these years, sigurd's observed, noticed more than the average person. he hangs around in the gallery for a while longer, in one of the rooms off the side for a while before he is sure that malfoy is gone, before taking his own leave. the fact that the other teenager lingered for a moment more before leaving amuses sigurd as he walks into the corridor and takes the stairs down.

little did he expect to see the slytherin sauntering towards him coolly. without skipping a beat, he dips his hand into his robes and pulls out his wand -- the hawthorn is slightly rough to grip, but he's used to it. everything is fair game after detention. the past debts are now cleared, and there are no teachers around save the caretaker -- there's only one of the latter, and sigurd isn't worried about being found out. he keeps his gaze focused on the figure in the distance, waiting for him to come closer.

flipendo. long time no see, his ass. sigurd's face is still the same picture of calm like always, but he's always been like the sea. calm, but raging -- not entirely unpredictable, but there always has been potential. he feels no remorse, nothing, no mercy; it's just him walking alone, it's always him and no one else while the rest of the world sleeps.

he points his wand at 'malfoy', but as the face starts to melt into someone else, someone more familiar, sigurd curses under his breath and diverts his wand in another direction. shoot! he hisses, as the spell strikes a portrait filled with african animals. the beasts roar and spit at the two of them below their golden frame, before settling down again for the night. one of two are still glaring at sigurd, but the boy's attention is no longer focused upon them.

you find it funny, don't you? abigail's cheerful, but he isn't in the mood for a repartee. he knows he doesn't look okay; he's too jumpy even for himself. the adrenaline rushing in his veins tells him he's getting reckless and tapping into instinct rather than logical processions. i almost hexed you, murray. his teeth grind together as he looks away, cursing under his breath for his slip and folly. he's certain that had he not reacted quickly enough, abigail would have been on the receiving end of a spell --

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[abigail murray]

Abigail realized slightly too late that she may not have assumed the most affable identity. Caught completely unaware, Abigail would have been hit with Sigurd's spell helplessly, but luckily he was more alert. The spell hits a portrait, knocking it sideways. "Oops." Abigail breathed.

"Find it funny, do you?" he hissed, and Abbie smiled apologetically "Guess that wasn't smartest move, but he's a prefect and all. Problems with Malfoy then?" she asked knowingly. It made sense that there would be conflict- Lucius had conflicts with most everyone. Sigurd didn't seem in the mood to discuss it. "I almost hexed you Murray" he said. and concern was behind his angry tone. It made Abbie feel happy that he considered her worthy of concern. "I know," she said sheepishly, "Sorry again."

Abigail hoped he would stand to talk to her, even if it was just venting. Venting was a good release of anger, and would possibly prevent him from hexing the real Malfoy. Wait, perhaps that was why he was here. She had heard buzz that someone had hexed Lucius and been landed in detention. Made sense. \

"You didn't" Abbie said, amusement coloring her voice "He must have said something really bad to get hexed, I can't really say anyone deserved it more though." Sigurd was a level headed guy after all, not one for reckless retaliation,but then again Malfoy really had a way of grinding on others nerves. He was one person at Hogwarts that Abigail could completely not stand, and he hadn't even ever personally offended her.