Lucius Stinkister

[Romulus Silvia]

Romulus was basking in the light that shone through the large doors off to the left of the Golden Hall. This was one of very few positions on the Ruberagon table that was bathed in sunlight, and the only position around the area where the seventh year students sat. He knew of course that this position was also the one famously known to belong to Lucius Sinister and how could anyone not know who he was.

Romulus was sitting back in this position smiling smugly as he swirled his glass of pumpkin juice. Lucius would be here soon enough, he knew he would be, and this morning Romulus was feeling just that little bit interested in not obliging to his spoilt little Ruberagon acquaintance. He didn’t know anyone more pathetic. Someone who would actually feel proud in the knowledge that there was no other house for him but the Ruberagon House, and Lucius had always acted as if just because he was related to the family of the Ruby Dragon, that he was something of a house prince. Romulus thought he was pathetic.

He swirled his glass again as his eyes followed some others that walked into the golden hall. Emerindyl’s pathetic, each and every one of them, Ameraids, they had their uses, smart but easily controlled, and then there were the Saphricorns, gullible and useless all but for their determination to fall for anything even remotely clever set against them.

Romulus looked across at the spot where his snivelling house elf stood waiting commands, “Remus, get out of my sight you pathetic little creature,” he snapped at the snivelling little creature flicking his wand lazily at him, seeing a spark collide with the back of the elf’s head, it shocked him and sent him flying head first into the ground. He chuckled as he went back to swirling his glass with interest of nothing more then to have Lucius see him.

[Lucius Sinister]

“You want to be careful,” Lucius said simply as he stood just off to the left looking down upon Romulus with little care as he did so. The two were in the same house in the same grade, so they had spent too much time knowing one another to not accept the niceties that needed to flow between them, though Lucius did not like Romulus. And he had a pretty good idea Romulus liked him even less. “I heard a House elf in America went wild when his master accidentally handed him a glove, which by definition set the elf free, and the wizard and his family turned up quite dead,”

Lucius couldn’t say that he treated his elf any better then others, but he’d admit he found it grating the way he noticed Romulus offhandedly using magic on his own elf. “Then again I have not heard of such a case occurring in Australia, but with any luck-” he let this bit slide of his tongue with all the politeness of telling Romulus he wished him all the best for his future, “You’ll bring it out in him,”

“So let me understand something, Romulus,” he said with a slight sneer on his face, someone had reported to him that Romulus was sitting where Lucius always sat at the Ruberagon dining table. Romulus, just like every other Ruberagon, also knew that Lucius was quite prepared to make - by force if necessary - any other house member move from said position and so Lucius saw this as a direct challenge.

“You have been waiting here for me all morning?” he said with a hint of laughter tickling the edge of his words, he rarely spoke like this, but he could not help but find the whole situation amusing, “Why I didn’t realise you cared so much that you would wait right here to see me, knowing I would indeed come to this very point, you waited even tried to hold a composure to try to not look so much like an obedient house elf waiting for his master,”

Lucius did laugh at this point, it was all too amusing, “Well Romulus, your master has arrived, you are dismissed,”

[Romulus Silvia]

“House elves are the weak link in the magical world, Sinister, and for as long as they remain the weaklings there will be those of us around to repay them for that weakness,” he said with ice in his voice, he knew Lucius meant a lot more then he was letting on in his words and Romulus did not think for a moment Lucius suggesting his house elf might kill him was at all funny, “But then since when have you been a lover of house elves, Sinister, and when have you ever been interested in Americans, you want to be careful, someone might notice your concern for the weak minded and gullible,”

Romulus didn’t really like Lucius, this much was somewhat obvious, people were either Lucius’ followers of Romulus’ acquaintances, neither of them had what either would consider friends, at least Romulus knew he didn’t, and he could not understand how anyone would feel the need to befriend Lucius anyway, “Well if it occurs that a house elf in Australia does turn on its master, Lucius, I am sure your house elf will be put to death and someone somewhere will pretend to mourn your passing,”

”Don’t flatter yourself,” Romulus spiked at Lucius’ attempt to turn things in his favour. “No, not at all, actually I was just feeling like settling down for the evening, you know how it does when you have had a hard day of lessons and you just want to come to the Golden Hall, sit back in your seat and dine on the superbly simple dishes of a less then adequate school of magic,” Romulus also knew that Lucius was proud of his heritage and how it linked to the school, and knew this comment would not please him.

“No, not at all, in fact I was hoping you might join me, feel free to take a seat, an other seat,” he knew Lucius could not accept this, and he wondered just how Lucius might feel he could get out of it, he had but two choices. Take the challenge and attempt to force Romulus out of his seat, or give in, allow him to remain, and sit somewhere else whereby he would be allowing Romulus to win this (yes petty, but) important melee. “There are so may other seats Lucius,”

Romulus did not, however, find Lucius dismissal in the slightest bit amusing, and he betrayed himself by letting it slip to his facial expression. He composed himself shortly after and mentioned nothing about it.