.: EVENT: Lucius Sinister :.

[Lucius Sinister]

The music that played in the background was barely a murmur, though it was all that was required. Lucius was sitting in his favourite armchair with a newspaper in his hand and his houself standing in front of him, a cup of steaming coffee perched precariously upon his head. The elf didn’t complain and Lucius did not notice the red mark that was left behind by the head of the cup each time he lifted it. Nor did he notice the burn marks down the creatures face from where Lucius had thrown the scalding cup of tea the elf had mistakenly brought him earlier that day. It would scar most likely, but then that wasn’t really Lucius’ problem now, was it?

The chair murmured as Lucius adjusted the position he was sitting in and turned onto the next page. The affairs of the wizarding world were important to him, and while there were some things he would rather not know about; his Grandfather had expressed to him time and time again that ignorance was fault, and choosing to be ignorant was a mistake. Thus he would read the paper from beginning to end, mulling over each word as it passed through his mind and commenting now or then; in thought; about how he felt about each point.

The door to his chambers opened and in walked a second house elf. This was a school elf, Lucius had been expecting it and looked up at its clothed body and scarcely hidden anger at the treatment of his own elf. Lucius rolled up the paper and handed it down to his elf, whom clasped it readily and moved it away to not hinder him as he stood up from the chair and tapped the creases out of his clothing with his wand.

‘I will take my evening meal here,’ he told the school elf. It did not respond. This was its way of showing him that the house elves of the school were not like the slaves of the family Sinister. It would do as he requested though; that much it was forced to do because that is what the elves of Koalingo were employed to do. ‘I have written a list of what food I require, it is on the desk,’

The little elf shuffled across to the desk not taking its eyes of Lucius’ own elf as it reached up, careful not to touch the polished desktop, and collected the list quietly. It held the paper carefully, afraid to crease it in anyway; at least while Lucius was around and moved back towards the door without a further sound, still watching the enslaved elf as it went.

‘Take the cup away, I do not want it,’ he said to the elf without looking at it. The elf squeaked as it trembled at being addressed. The cup teetered on the edge of the little creatures brow before tipping and pouring over already damaged skin, ‘Remove yourself, do not drip on the rug,’ Lucius commanded of it and the little elf vanished with an audible pop.

[Jack Russell]

‘I wish a word with you Lucius,’ the voice that spoke would not be familiar to Lucius, though it was not hidden or altered at all. The figure that stood in the corner of Lucius Sinister chamber would not be familiar to him either, but neither did it look the way it normally did in the hallways of the aged school. Jack stepped forward confidently and crossed the room in three strides to stand only a metre in front of where Lucius stood. Though he might wish to; Jack did not interfere with the tribulations of the house elf. And though he might like to, he did not warmly shake the hand of the man who would be the father of his first love. A man he knew better then Lucius could possibly know at this time in history.

‘Do not be alarmed, I mean you know ill will,’ Jack said to him calmly, his hand were away from his pocked where he had placed his wand before coming to see Lucius, and where he kept it ready, just in case Lucius tried something that might ruin more than the shape of Jack’s nose.

[Lucius Sinister]

Lucius did not speak when the voice issued. And warnings not to be alarmed fell on deaf ears as the blood of an ancient and great family boiled in Lucius’ ears. He had been watching things as they occurred around the country and knew that the death of a student in this school had been only the beginning. He had expected to be the next victim, this was obviously an act by the Guild of Avada, and who better for them to take out than a member of the greatest enemy that opposed them; The family Ruberagon.

Lucius shifted with smooth agility from one foot to the other and his wand was out before his second breath. He need not speak as he had mastered speechless spells a long time ago. His wand cut through the air as sharp as a samurai sword and red fire burned towards the figure before him.

[Jack Russell]

He had seen this as a possibility. Audrey had warned him what she knew about Lucius Sinister as a teenager, and Jack was not surprised to see that she was correct. The contrast in the Lucius Sinister he knew and the one before him was astounding. There was passion in his eyes as his cursed ripped through space and time. There was vivacity that Jack had not seen, not when Lucius was a father, and definitely not when Lucius’ daughter was no more. The pain he knew this man would suffer in the future, and the way that it would destroy him as a human being, made Jack quite suddenly emotional, despite the impending attack.

The fire washed over him and he didn’t feel a thing. His wand was still in his pocket, though there were certain things about who he was; about what he was, that afforded him a little endurance... maybe more than a little. He looked directly at Lucius and still did not raise his wand.

‘You shouldn’t be using magic like that one someone who might be a friend,’ he said, though he knew it sounded a little condescending he couldn’t help it while looking into the eyes of something quite obviously younger than he. ‘I promise you I bare no ill-will towards you and would simply like to talk, if you give me the information I require, I will leave you to dine with your grandfather on that list you prepared earlier,’

He eyed the young man a little anxious. He didn’t know this Lucius Sinister. He had, however, witnessed Lucius’ display against Godric Emerindyl in the duelling competition a month back and knew that Lucius could continue with a tirade of curses if he felt necessary. Unfortunately for Jack, they were running short on time. Lord Ruberagon would be here soon, and Jack had to be gone by then.

‘Only a few questions, please,’

[Lucius Sinister]

Lucius glared at the man for a while, it was obvious that he was older than Lucius, maybe in his early to mid twenties, and even more obvious and a little unnerving was the way he stepped through Lucius’ attack without so much as a twitch. Lucius knew there were some who did not need wands to perform magic, like Lord Emerindyl and the other founders, then there was his cousin Robbie Ruberagon, Lucius had even witnessed Godric using wandless magic before, though he never spoke about it with anyone, knowing it was an embarrassment that he had not gained that ability himself. But of course that couldn’t possibly be what this man was doing; he was too young, and did not possess the parentage of Godric Emerindyl so then it must be some form of shielding spell on himself.

‘The next one won’t be such a light curse if you don’t answer some of my questions, like who you are and what you are doing in my chambers? Futher I would like to know how you got into my chambers’ He was angry, but the preparation the man took to speak with him must mean that he knows a thing or two about Lucius, and Lucius was suddenly quite curious as to why.

He did not lower his wand, nor did he ease his stance as he moved back towards his armchair. It had a few charms on it that might help him if this fellow chose to attack him. Lucius was not used to being attacked in his own home, though it paid to be ever vigilant in these dark times.

[Jack Russell]

‘I am glad you choose to be co-operative, I will answer almost anything you wish to ask, in return I require some knowledge you possess,’ Jack said to him as he eased his own stance completely. He was not defensive in the slightest, though he would not relinquish his wand either. If anyone ever got their hands on his wand; the stories it could tell them would cost him dearly.

‘My name you will become familiar with in time, I need not introduce myself to you today as you will know who I am before I have the opportunity to give it to you,’ he said to him, knowing it sounded cryptic, but there were things that needed to happen before Lucius discovered who he was, and he was not going to risk affecting things that were supposed to happen as a result of Lucius not knowing him yet.

‘As I have said, I am only here to speak to you and nothing more, I will not stay longer than I need to, and I will not harm you unless provoked,’ he thought that was a rich statement as he had already been provoked, ‘I cannot tell you how I got here, for you could not replicate it and to attempt to would cause you harm, I can tell you that my coming here today has not been the first of such occurrences and it will not be the last, I have had to be wary, to watch, to make sure this meeting was possible,’

He walked away from Lucius to the wall of the grand suite. He placed a hand upon it and his eyes closed for a moment, ‘Your world is not as private as you would wish it to be Lucius, I am one of many who are watching you, but the only one who watches and bares you no ill-will – this is what I have come to speak with you about Lucius, you must tell me; who would want you dead, at this very moment,’

[Lucius Sinister]

Lucius listened and though he knew that people had been watching him, he could not hide the concern that this man had been in his chambers before and even had the audacity to inform him that it would not be the last visit. ‘Dont flatter youself into thinking that I require your name, I simply asked who you were,’ Lucius spat at him angered, ‘Are you from the Guild of Avada?’

‘I have nothing to say to you, it seems you would know more then I anyway, and if you are one of many from the Guild that are watching me, than you already know who it is that bares me ill-will,’ He said as he gripped his wand tighter. He felt uneasy with this man, the more he contemplated the defence that rebuffed his previous curse the more he realised this man was something more than ordinary and he should tread carefully.

‘There has been a death here recently,’ he went on, ‘I knew nothing of the boy that was killed, though I imagine that his death was not important, the Guild must have killed him attempting to gain entrance to the castle, the secrets held within are known only to those who own them,’ he said knowing he hadn’t told the extent of the truth. The secrets of Koalingo Manor were known to the owner of the secrets but also to one other...

‘Perhaps this murderer will strike again, and his next victim will be someone of sunstance,’ Lucius said, and it was obvious he was referring to himself.

[Jack Russell]

‘No,’ Jack said simply, ‘The murderer of that boy will not pursue you, this much I can promise, I have tight control of that murderer, and he will not bother you,’ he said, though he wondered for a moment if he had given too much, as it had been he who had disposed of that particular member of Avada’s Guild. ‘But the murderer will strike again, Lucius, and I shall reveal some information to you of a vital part you will play in the next sequence,’

‘You were so certain that it was not the Guild who did this to you Lucius,’ Jack said again, knowing that this would make no sense but all the same, it would give nothing away, ‘There is someone else you are having difficulty trusting right now, you might only have thought of it in passing,’ Jack said to him as he removed his hand from the wall, his mind now full of faces of members of the Guild of Avada, faces he knew already, faces from his nightmares. And they were all watching Lucius. But none of them were responsible for the act that would destroy this man. Which meant that for the time, he had failed.

If only Lucius could remember.

[Lucius Sinister]

‘I trust no one,’ Lucius said simply watching the man with curiosity. He didn’t want to spend any more time with a person such as this. He seemed off-balance somehow. Lucius didn’t understand half of what the guy was saying, and what he didn’t understand, he didn’t like, especially when it was being so obviously cryptic right to his face. He pretended to stifle a fake yawn and gestured towards the door of his chambers.

‘We are finished now I think,’ he said. But as he looked back towards where the man had been standing his eyes fell on an empty space. He lifted his wand in a sharp movement and a pin-prick of a sound echoed throughout his chambers, telling him simply enough that no one else was there. It was then that Lucius wondered if anyone ever had been. The guy had stepped through a dark curse designed to maim without so much as a vague expression of pain.

He shook his head uncomfortably and walked off to dress for dinner.

[Lucius Sinister]

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