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Post by James Novak on Jul 10, 2015 16:07:20 GMT -5
So... so... date thing with Delia was happening tonight. Okay well this was either going to crash and burn or not be too bad, and he was really hoping for the latter. And he wasn't nervous persay just sort of concerned. He wasn't really gentleman material, he didn't really know how to talk to girls outside of how he was talking to Delia when they first met. Not to mention he just shouldn't be spending time with her, because now she knew who he was. Now she was at risk for being dragged into something that he had zero control over no matter what he did. If he so much as upset his father again then he would have to deal with the wrath of the Antonucchi's and they would have no problem taking it out on her...
So while logically he knew he shouldn't be doing this, he was still waiting outside her common room at five to seven, wondering what she would be wearing. Well he guessed it would depend on if she was able to get her hair back to blue, you know girls with the whole colour matching thing. Though he was starting to grow fond of the pink if only for what it represented. And it was a odd feeling knowing that he of all fucking people had that effect on her but it wasn't a bad odd he supposed.
Seven finally rolled around and he looked back at the door, goddamn woman always take so long. Though he supposed it was for a good reason, just wanting to take their time to look their best. Hopefully she would not be to much longer.
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jul 12, 2015 13:05:19 GMT -5
Given Delia's lack of affection towards the color pink, she had - quite literally - zero outfits or accessories in the color. This made creating a nice outfit for the evening rather difficult. What colors went well with a bright pink head of hair? The more the thought about it, the more she craved being able to control her abilities enough to get her hair back to its blue state. Still, though, she realized her hair hadn't changed for a bad reason this time...
Or was it a bad reason?
Was it wise for her to be feeling this way towards a boy who - aside from that one night - had spent most of his time tormenting her and trying to control and possess her? It was logically one of the worst decisions she had ever made in her sixteen years of living, but something about the feelings welling up in her chest were justifying her choices and telling her that it was alright to be doing this. After all, it didn't seem as if he was going to go out of his way to assault her anymore after their night in his dorm room. Requesting her to sleep with him because he didn't want to be alone? Definitely not a "threatening" mannerism.
So, after finally deciding on an outfit that at least went with her hair, she hurried towards the exit to her common room. She was late, of course, and she sighed to herself before opening the door and stepping outside - braid on her shoulder bouncing about as she moved. And there he was, dressed just as nicely as she had expected him to be, yet she still had to mentally remind herself not to let her jaw drop to the floor. "Um, hi.." She said nervously, smiling as she stepped up to him with lightly rosy cheeks. "Sorry I'm a little late. Matching outfits with this hair is..." She sighed. "Well, difficult."
Curse you, pink hair!
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Post by James Novak on Jul 12, 2015 16:00:37 GMT -5
And just when he was thinking about going in to see what was taking her so long, she was right there in this beautiful silver and mint green dress that not only went with her hair but also brought out her eyes in the most perfect of ways. He has to swallow hard to stop himself from saying the first thing to came to his head which was more or less along the lines of 'you are the most beautiful woman I have even seen.' Which just seemed like a little much for the first sort of kind of date.
"Hey." He said with a smile taking her hand and kissing it. Well let it be know that sometimes he could be in the role of a proper gentleman. "You look stunning and don't worry I didn't mind waiting. So are you ready to go?" He said offering still holding onto her hand, hoping that this wasn't too much. There was this fine ling he felt like he was walking between trying too hard because this wasn't like a real date but still trying just enough with the hopes that this cold be something fun even if it doesn't last. Because at very least he could walk away with a good friend and lets be real he wasn't excelling in the friend department.
Okay so trying to hold hand and crutches were still kind of weird so he did finally let go when they started to make their way to the exit. "So have you ever been to the speakeasy before?" He asked with a smile, hoping it would be her first time because she would love it. But before he could get her safely outside the school there was a tiny cough behind them and he turn to see a house elf at his feet.
"Mister Novak, the headmaster would like to see you. And he would like to see you as well Miss Thatcher." Ohh fuck...
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jul 12, 2015 16:26:51 GMT -5
Her cheeks flushed further as he told her just how she looked. The fabric of her dress was made of pure silk with heavy gold stitchwork embellished around the waist - handcrafted by her mother about a year before. She wasn't a professional seamstress, but the woman could make fine pieces of clothing. "Why thank you," she said with a smile as he kissed her hand. She allowed her hand to reside in his comfortably, frowning a bit at his crutches. Poor thing would probably be on them for quite some time, but so long as he wasn't hurting too bad, she supposed it was better than him injuring it further.
They began to walk down the hall, and she wasn't surprised or offended when he had to release the hold he had on her hand. Looking over at him, she smiled again and said, "You're pretty handsome when you dress up and don't act like a jerk." Her tone was playful, and showed him with her eyes that she didn't mean anything by it. Still, she raised a brow as she observed him moving alongside her and sighed. "You know... It's pretty sad that even when you're on crutches you're still significantly taller than I am."
Just before they could get outside, though, a voice pulled both of them to a stop and caused them to turn around. A house elf was requesting that they accompany him to the Headmaster's office, which immediately sent chills down her spine as fear struck it full force. "The Headmaster? Whatever would he want the two of us for?" She asked in feigned obliviousness, glancing sideways at James with pleading eyes. Oh no... This could be bad.
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jul 13, 2015 1:38:29 GMT -5
He sat at his desk with a glass of whisky in his hand. He tapped the side of his glass with his fingers as he looked up at the tiny blonde girl who was gagged and tied to a chair. Poor little thing, wrong place at the wrong time really. She just had to be out on the grounds when she ran into that Lycan. You know he had half a mind he would have fired that asshole, but sadly no he was too good to fire. The young girl was whimpering and crying and he smiled some, poor little thing. Soon she would be put out of her misery.
"Hush little thing it will all be over soon." He said sating up and smiling as he heard the door clicked open and the young couple walked in, ah right on time. "Emilio, Cordelia, love you to see you too looking so cute together. Cordelia take that seat over there please." He said looking over at the seat and waiting for the girl to sit before looking over at his song and narrowing his eyes.
"Emilio come here." He wasn't really sure why he was giving his son one more chance. Maybe because he now had a weak spot with that little pink hair girl that he was trying to take out. "Oh wait does she know the truth about you Emilio?" He said with a smile as he looked over at Delia. "Because if not she is in for a bit of a shock."
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Post by James Novak on Jul 13, 2015 2:06:11 GMT -5
No no no no, this was like something out of his worst nightmare. His father calling them both to his office when all he wanted to do was take a beautiful girl out on a date. He didn't want to think what his father wanted of him right now and let alone Delia. He looked over at the girl and forced a smile, well at very least he could try and calm all her fears. "Hey don't worry I'm sure it's nothing." Okay that was the biggest lie he had ever said in his whole life but hey... what else was he to say?
The second they pulled open the door to his office he swallowed and cringed at the sound of his real name and the order for Delia to take a seat in a chair where he couldn't quickly get to her as he was gesture to come over to where a pretty little blonde girl sat, all tied up with a gag in her mouth. Oh no he already didn't like where this was going. He slowly made his way over to his father as he asked if Delia knew about this and him and he just nodded slowly.
"She knows..." He replied in kind and his father smiled. Oh god, why is this happening?! Why was Delia even here? It's not like he would want anything to do with her? Not like he had told him of her powers. In fact he went out of his way not to really make it know because he didn't want her to be pulled into this. It took a second looking between the girl and Delia for it to click as to why she was here. She was his weakest point...
"Oh good well that will make this all that much easier. Let's see if she can convince you to corporate hmm?" His father sad and James cringed as he looked back at Delia. Maybe he should have never asked her out...
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jul 13, 2015 2:15:01 GMT -5
Delia's eyes remained wide and fearful the entire time as they walked towards the Headmaster's office. James tried to reassure her that everything would be alright, but she wasn't buying it even for a second. There was something sinister at work here, and she knew that no matter how hard she tried, this wasn't going to end well... Would she end up like Maureen? All tortured with missing fingernails only to be exposed to the entire school in a pile on the floor of the dining hall? Or would she end up like Professor Reid? Struck down with the killing curse without a second thought by a man who he seemed to have considered a friend? The horrors just kept multiplying and racing wildly through her head, and she knew that by the time they entered the man's office, there was zero color left to her complexion.
The Headmaster instructed her to take a seat, and Delia took notice of a blonde girl towards the corner of the room who was bound and gagged. Instantly, Delia's muscles tensed up, and she slowly sat down in the chair - her eyes never leaving the Headmaster.
She watched James walk over to him, and the man inquired as to whether she knew about the Antonucchi family. She wouldn't dare speak a word in case that was a bad move, but James was honest and told the man that, yes, she had been informed of the family business. But when James' father... Or, Emilio's father, began to ask that she help convince James to cooperate, she became terribly confused. "I.. I don't have anything to do with this," she said with a small shake of her head. "I don't know what kind of help I can be..."
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jul 13, 2015 16:03:01 GMT -5
Oh the poor naive little thing. He almost felt bad for putting her in this situation, almost. He smiled and walked over to where Delia sat. Ropes magically following and slipping around the girl wrist tying her to the chair as he stood in front of her. "You know I figure a smart thing like you would have been able to put two and two together Cordelia. You should have never talked to him you know that? Because now you're his new weak spot." She didn't need more of a explanation that that. Now his focus was back on his son, watching the panic in his eyes as he tried to think of a way to get his precious little pink haired girlfriend out of this.
"I can see why you tried to keep her hidden away Emilio, Metamorphmagus are a very useful thing to have. But then again this one care quite seem to get ahold of her powers. Still she would be a useful little thing to have in the family." He took out in wand and very gently pressed it into the tip of the girls neck. "Or on second thought, I could end her life right here... Unless you decided to do exactly what say."
His eyes moved back to the blonde girl as he smiled some before saying "I want her dead. Kill her right now and do not ask why, do not tell me no. Kill her and this pretty little one get's out of here without a scratch. Any fight from you though and you can deal with listening to her scream do I make myself clear?" It was a simple decision in his mind, but he knew his son would struggle with just taking the life of a young girl even with his little girlfriend all tied up. "What do you say Emilio because I have no problem finding you a new italian bride."
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Post by James Novak on Jul 13, 2015 16:50:29 GMT -5
The second he saw the ropes tie Delia to the chair he knew there was only one way now to get her out of here without any harm being done to her. He would have to do exactly what his father said without question. And you think that would be easy but... she was just a tiny little thing that looked so scared and confused. She had a family and friends and people that loved and cared about her... He couldn't just kill her let alone hurt her. Goddamnit what the fuck was he going to do? Does he kill this girl to keep Delia safe or does he risk her safety because he can't bring himself to kill someone. It felt like he was playing a game on the less of two evils.
"She had no business getting mixed up in this and you know that." He said when his father pointed out how useful she could be, of course he knew that she could be useful but he didn't want her getting involved in all this. She was suppose to go off to school and become a healer and now help them destroy some other family for what felt like no reason other than it's just what they do. "I'll do whatever you want just let her go."
He knew it, he knew his father would want him to kill this girl. One last chance for him to prove himself, one more chance. If he did this the many he could at least work for the family and not just be casted out like he was now. If he killed her then Delia would be safe and he wouldn't be as big a disappointment. James took out his wand and looked at it before looking back at his father with his own wand pressed against Delia neck which made his heart drop. "You have to promise to let her go first..."
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jul 13, 2015 18:04:44 GMT -5
As soon as Enzo began to approach, all of Delia's muscles tensed. Ropes were following behind him in her direction, and she swallowed thickly as he stopped right in front of her. He was a tall and brooding man with defined muscles and calloused hands that had seen a lot of things throughout their lifetime. But as he began to speak, her brows furrowed slightly. Weak spot? That meant she was about to be used as a bargaining chip in order to get James to do something foul, and the fact that there was a blonde girl bound and gagged in the room with them only made her heart sink further. But she was distracted from that fear temporarily as the ropes wound around her wrists to secure her to the chair.
Damn it, Enzo knew she was a metamorphmagus? That was something she always tried to keep hidden from people because, since an early age, her father had always taught her that people would try and take advantage of such a gift, and now she was seeing his words to be wise and true. "I'm not even in control of my powers. I wouldn't be of any use to anyone," she said with a shake of her head, trying to make herself appear as useless as humanly possible. But when his wand jotted out and pressed into her throat, her eyes widened with panic as a whimper escaped her lips. "Please... Don't do this," she said as she looked to James with pleading eyes.
But the worst was yet to come. Enzo had given his instruction to kill the other bound girl or threatened to kill Delia instead. No, no, no, she didn't want to die, but for her to live at the expense of someone else's life? That was just wrong and unfair, regardless of what kind of relationship her and James had. Mortified, Delia stared in horror as James began to buy into what his father was ordering and retrieved his wand from his coat pocket. Shrieking, Delia shook her head and cried out to him. "James, no! Don't do this to her," she said with a shake of her head. "Saving my life isn't worth destroying hers, so just... Don't do it, please," she begged, tears beginning to cascade from her eyes.
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jul 13, 2015 18:32:29 GMT -5
"Yes you might not be in control now but we can fix that." He said fingers running though her hair as his fingers move to her check, turning her head so she was looking right at him. "You really are a pretty little thing too I can see why Emilio took a liking to you. Yes I could see you making a fine bride one day, that is if you live pass today." Because really if he wanted all three of these students had in his office didn't have to leave this room alive, He could snap his fingers and they would be gone. But that would be on James, if he would would do as he was told for once in his life. If he could that he did have what it took to be a Antonucchi.
When Delia started to beg for Emilio not to do it, Enzo felt anger rising towards the girl. She was weak and pathetic, putting this waste of a lycan before her own life and that of his son. His hand slide off of her cheek and gave her a firm slap across the face before saying. "Oh Cordelia. I would learn to hold that tongue if I was you or things will be all whole lot worst." He said with a smile, cocking a eyebrow as he looked back over at his son who was toying with his wand, the moral choice running through his head. God how did he end up with a son so weak? If he asked this of Pietro or River it would have been done in a heart beat. But no Emilio always had to think of what the other people felt and thought, he couldn't kill of his morals for the family, so weak.
Him and this Cordelia girl would be a match made in heaven then.
"This shouldn't be that had son! Some random girl you don't know, or the possible love of your life." Enzo said holding Delia face in his hand as he brushed back her hair. "And I don't think you want anything else happening to this pretty little face of her's now do you?"
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Post by James Novak on Jul 13, 2015 19:11:10 GMT -5
He keep his eyes on his wand as he looked up at Delia as his father slapped her for speaking out and it made him cringe. And to think it wasn't all that long ago when he had no problem hitting her and now the very thought just made him feel sick to his stomach. Fuck he felt like he couldn't breath. The thought that all he had to do to keep Delia safe was kill this girl was just tearing him apart and to have Delia begging him not to do it. At the end of the day Delia safety was the most important thing to him but he... he couldn't kill her. Even with Delia life being threatened he couldn't do it. But then how was he going to stop her from being hurt? Because there was no way his father would let her walk out of this room if he didn't kill this girl.
He just looked at the little blonde and sighed before tucking his wand away and walking to face his father. This was probably going to get him killed and Delia hurt but hey he didn't kill her. At the end of the day he would be able to live with the fact that he did not hurt or kill that girl just because someone told him to. In a way didn't that make him stronger than his father?
"I refuse to do it." He said voice cold, about to do and say something he had never said before. "I am not going to be like you or River or Pietro. That girl doesn't deserve to die and Delia doesn't deserve to be hurt because of my action. I never had a problem killing and torturing other men who deserved it and you know that, it was just the girls. Just because I hold myself in a hire place than you ever will. So punish me but just please leave her out of this." Gd he could only hope that his words cracked his father somehow, just please god let him get her out of this safety. |
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jul 13, 2015 21:42:52 GMT -5
Fix that? Horrible visions of torture devices ready to zap, prod, and cut her for not getting the look desired by Enzo flashed through her head at the mention of him "fixing" her abilities and caused her anxiety to skyrocket. Enzo's fingers then began dancing on her chin, snapping her to attention to look up at him so that he might observe her. He envisioned her as James' bride, and while she had feelings for him, the way Enzo said it made her skin crawl. Quickly, though, that statement was nullified with the words, "..if you live past today."
Her heart was frantic, and her eyes were wide with mortification when Enzo's hand finally slid away from her face. There was a small sense of relief with his hand no longer plaguing her skin, but the slap that sent her head rolling to the side only seconds later caused her to whimper softly and wince as the sting set into her cheek.
As James refused to murder the girl opposite her, Delia let out a small sigh of relief. The last thing she wanted was for someone else to be murdered to save her own life, so if this was the way she was going to go, she figured dying some sort of weird martyr would be better than living in place of someone else who had to die. But when he stepped up to his father and mentioned not wanting to be like Pietro or River - which was a great concept - she froze and looked to him worriedly. And then he told his father not to punish her but to punish him instead, causing her skin to pale further and her heart to stop. "James, no.." She managed to squeak out, tears trickling slowly down her cheeks.
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Post by Enzo Antonucchi on Jul 13, 2015 22:15:18 GMT -5
He should have know. So weak and pathetic. If only his other children had lived, then maybe he would have had a son that was worthy of carrying out his name. Well at least he had his nephews and he could get rid of this disappointment. He looked over at the blonde girl who was still all tied up and crying as he said "Avada Kedavra" A bright green flash and the blonde's lifeless body dropped to the floor. "There was that so hard? Shame I always hate spilling good pureblood but it was tainted with the blood of a lycan." He said looking back at his song and glaring. "Now what do I do with you?"
Oh the option were endless really. It would be too easy to just kill him and his little girlfriend. No he would rather make them both suffer for James's action. And while his plans for Delia were quite a bit more tame he knew that the best torture was phycological. So any harm that came to that girl would be enough. The young girl whispered Emilio's fake name quietly and softly along with a broken no as tears started to run down her cheek and he started to laugh some. "Crucio." He said direct at his son watching his body hit the ground and then he turned back to Cordelia.
"Well he asked for you to be let go and I am more than happy to obliged with the request. But you know Miss Thatcher a woman's mouth is a funny thing that can get her into trouble. And a few of those comments to made earlier, well let's just say someone has to teach you when you speak up and when to hold your tongue!" He pulled out a thin silver dagger and stabbed it right though the center of Delia's hand. "Try not to scream dear it's not becoming of young ladies."
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Post by Cordelia Thatcher on Jul 13, 2015 23:03:25 GMT -5
"Avada Kedavra."
Such a composed and smooth voice said the devastating words she had seen used against Professor Reid only the week before, and now they had consumed the life of a girl who was probably the same age as Delia. Why was all of this happening? The girl was apparently a werewolf, and for whatever reason, Enzo couldn't have that on his campus. But wouldn't he have just wanted to recruit her to his side just like he was attempting to do with Delia herself because of her metamorphmagus abilities? It didn't make sense, but her face fell as he began to look at James and asking what should be done with his son due to his lack of submission.
"No, please," she begged the Headmaster, and then she watched as James dropped to the floor, her heart stopping in her chest. She cried out, a loud sob tearing through her throat as she wiggled in her chair to try and break free from her restraints. "James!" She shouted, tearing falling heavier down her face. What could she do? There was no possible way she could help.
But when Enzo's voice directed itself at her, she stopped moving and leaned back in her chair, sinking down in it in hopes of somehow being able to get away from him that way. He was getting onto her about her mouth - just as James had done before - and she knew that she was in trouble. Though, unlike James, she knew this man was perfectly willing and capable of killing her..
Then she felt it.
Silver dagger stabbing through her hand and through the arm of the chair to pin it in place. Screaming bloody murder, she wailed out and closed her eyes tightly as the pain shot through her hand, up her arm, and then sunk into her entire body. "PLEASE," she begged, voice broken and pitchy from the pain. "PLEASE STOP.."
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