Eternal Flame - - Rodolphus

[omorose penelope hale]

Rose sat in the dimly lit lighting of the corridor through the dungeons. She had had one of the most boring years ever so far at Hogwarts. She absolutely needed to find something to do. Since all her friends had pretty much graduated, she was practically on her own. The only friend she had left, really, was her cousin. However; their had been a lot of tension between the two given she was in training to be a Death Eater. Unfortunately, she had already talked to her.. saying she was leaving Hogwarts. She wanted to be "full time" in it, or at least go to beauxbatons where she felt it was higher class. She had practically blew up in her face yelling at her. She told her she was nothing but a fool if she thought she could last in that army of death eaters, and she was even dumber if she thought the others would help her and her brother out. She really didn't trust any of the people she associated with (ironically, most of them were slytherins..). She didn't like them, because they seemed like the would be the type to sell out anyone to get what they wanted. Obviously, with Rose being a slytherin herself, she was no angel, but she was loyal if anything to anyone who was loyal as a friend to her. She didn't keep many that close, but when she did you could safely bet that Rose be be there through anything. She glared as she stared down at the floor, thinking about a million and one things all at once. She absolutely hated the Death Eaters right at that moment. They were pulling her family apart by the seams and she had no idea what she could do to stop the inevitable from happening. She believed in there ideals well enough, but that was about the extent of it. She couldn't trust a great deal of them, because so many of them had there own agenda.

She pulled her wand out from her pocket, and gave it a flick,"Accio guitar," She said. Suddenly an acoustic flew down to her. She smiled, and strummed the strings, letting out a beautiful sound. She sighed, trying to get her anger off her mind. If her cousins wanted to screw up there lives, then that was there decision. It was obvious that the two of them weren't going to listen to her anyways. She began playing a rhythm on the guitar that was soft, and melodious. She loved to play her guitar, and playing her music. She always had a passion for her it. She wasn't sure why, but it always made her feel so much better about things, and always made her forget about the terrible things that always somehow seemed to be going on around her..

She looked around, noticing no one around. It really wasn't much of a surprise. Not many people were down here around this time of night with the dinner being out for the masses to feast on, and that the corridors by the dungeons were rather dark and unwelcoming to most. To her, it mean a wonderful peace and quiet. She didn't want to go to the commons given the simple fact that many in her house were absent minded prats who thought that the should have the world at there feet. They acted like complete children. Yes, she was sixteen, but she had a much more refined way of thinking in her own opinion. She began to play a song, singing with the sound.

She jumped a bit as she played, when she heard a creek in the shadows. She glared a bit, unsure if she was just hearing things or not. She turned her head back around looking to the bewitched fiery flames of the few torches along the walls dancing around in front of where she was sitting criss-cross. She kept playing the tune gently, and humming the words. She began writing on the notebook with a quill. She went back to the guitar, and the quill kept writing. She loved to write music almost as much as playing it. It was her way of expression, and helped her feel better about things.. She looked at the shadows again, swearing she heard the sound again,"Seriously, who's there? It's just creepish to stand off like that staring at someone." She was more embarrassed than anything, but she did well to hide it.

Eternal flame - Candice Accola

[RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px; background-color: #191919; -moz-border-radius: 200px 10px 00px 00px; border-radius:200px 10px 0px 0px; border: solid 3px #82B582; true] injustice deliciously squared WORDS: 690, TAG: OMOROSE, NOTES: tada Rodolphus was bored. Incredibly bored. A bored borderline psychopath was not exactly the best mix in the world. He had already pestered some first years. He’d already beaten someone into doing the rest of his homework. He’d done a bit of flying and a bit of wandering and a bit of hexing. There wasn’t really much left for him to do except find someone else to torment for the time being. Strolling through the halls with his hands in the pockets of his robes trying to figure out what the fuck he was going to do with the rest of his day. Rodolphus was bored and feeling destructive but had no one to share his mood with, ally or victim alike. Bellatrix was nowhere in site. Adrienne was Merlin knows where. He just wanted something to do. Hogwarts was so boring on the best of days but at least it wasn’t Wittshire. The only good thing about Wittshire was being able to pick on his brother without repercussions. Here he got detention for stuff like that. Hogwarts wasn’t his “second home”, detention was. He even flirted with detention and took it out for a nice dinner before dumping it in a mess of tears. Rodolphus just wanted out of this hell hole so he could start with his true calling. So he could become a Death Eater. His only true loyalties lied in one place and it was one place he still had to wait to be. And Rodolphus hated waiting. The only place he could really think of going was to the kitchens or the common room. If he wasn’t going to torment someone he might as well eat. He was, after all, a growing boy with a high metabolism. Rodolphus loved food almost as much as he loved himself, which said a lot about his appetite. So Rodolphus made his way to the kitchen entrance, tickling the pear that got him inside. A house elf was demanded to fix him up a sandwich, which was done with haste. It was uncertain as to whether he actually tasted it or merely inhaled it but it wasn’t long before he was demanding two more, one to pocket for later and one to eat on the road. If he could be eating constantly he probably would. It was almost as great as violence. Almost as great as sex. Almost as great as interrupting someone while they were playing guitar, which he was considering doing when he stepped out of the kitchen and back into the dungeon hallways. The halls were filled with music and it was actually pretty good music. If he were anyone else he would probably sit back and enjoy it and compliment the musician when they were finished, but Rodolphus wasn’t like everyone else. He was far from polite and courteous. For the time being Rodolphus approached slowly, following the sound of the music until he got close enough to see the vaguest shadow of a girl. He leaned against the wall and started making his way through the second sandwich while simply listening. If she didn’t want people to interrupt her maybe she shouldn’t be playing in the halls of the dungeon. There were plenty of more secluded places she could have chosen and this certainly wasn’t one of them. With two of the houses residing down in the dungeons, and the kitchens and a classroom she probably could have chosen somewhere more convenient to her potential need for privacy. In his eyes she was asking to be interrupted. For now he watched and waited and finished up his sandwich. “Then maybe you should find somewhere more secretive to play,”

[/color] he spoke back at her, stepping into the light a bit. Oh. Only Rose. That was a disappointment; he’d been hoping for some overly friendly Jigglypuff Hufflepuff that he could mock. But Rose would do, he supposed. She was someone to occupy his time with while he figured out what else he was going to do with himself. Rodolphus closed the distance a bit more so she could see more of him, standing over her with that bored expression.

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[omorose penelope hale]

Rose groaned as she heard the sound of an annoyingly familiar voice. "Great, my day just became a little bit brighter," she remarked in a clearly sarcastic tone. "More secretive? I waited until dinner time and was in the most abandoned part I could find of the dungeons, but yes, I do suppose thinking that somehow I wouldn't be bother was just asking too much, wasn't it?" She grumbled as she began putting away her guitar. Well, she wasn't going to be sticking around here now. Rose had never been able to get over her utter disdain for Rodolphus. She could name a handful of her friends that he had slept with, and bailed out on. Frankly, she felt they had no one to blame but themselves, because he was clearly not someone who wanted to change, even less for a girl's affections. Why would he stick with one girl when he could have them 'all.' That, she didn't have a problem with. If you want to slut around, then slut around. However; Rose was far more dignified than that, so to treat her like an idiot trying to hook up with her was just insulting, and that was a button he had clearly pressed of hers far too many times. As beautiful as he was, she knew she could do better. She knew she too was beautiful, and that she was good enough that she didn't have to sleep with him for some momentary attention. That's all it would have been anyways.

She waved her wand over her bag, causing it to shrink down before she stuff it into her pocket carefully. She stood up, giving him a push with her hand," Personal space, Rudy," She said, only calling him that because she knew he hated it before she started to walk away. Rose could be cold as ice when she wanted to be, and for a long time she'd only ever given him the privilege of that side of herself. It was hard to be nice to a guy who was blatantly hoe running through all of your friends. "Well, I have to go.. because.. Well, let's not bother with excuses she said looking at him," I just frankly would rather not talk to a self-centered, chauvinistic, arse. Besides, I'm sure you'd have far more fun with one of my friends. Oh wait-- you already did didn't you? Oh, so sorry. My mistake. Well, good bye." She said, crossing her arms comfortably across her chest as she walked down the corridor, hopeing that he wouldn't decide to follow her and just annoy her more with his presence. Or worse.. with him talking.

She sat down on a bench once she had made her way down deeper into the dark corridor to enjoy some peace and quiet. She'd never really liked being around large groups of people, and in the winter solitude was harder to come by as the temperature outside was just terribly cold outside. The best you could get for privacy really was the dungeons. The only ones that hung about were usually slytherins, and even still, most of them tried to avoid the abandoned parts. They tended to just be creepy and filthy. Normally that would've bothered her (at least the filthy part would have), but one, her dislike for Rodolphus was greater than her hatred of dirt and she just wanted some peace for at least five minutes, but she doubted he'd let that happen. She figured he'd pop back up any moment now..