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 Female x Male  Romance A Lingering Evil (LiliSaintCrowe & NinjaK)

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by NinjaK, Jul 4, 2018.

  1. NinjaK

    NinjaK Shield Maiden & Stalwart Friend Member

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    A cold wintery morning, Ori woke to his black cat purring loudly in his ear. His father’s influence came in handy, getting him a room to himself in one of the small turret towers in Slytherin House. Grateful of the time alone, he scratched a favorite spot behind Theodore’s ear. “Good morning, Theodore. Thanks for waking me up.” His familiar was better than any alarm known to the wizarding world. Running a hand though his thick black hair, he absentmindedly slid out from under the cat’s heavy body to start the heating grate next to the bed. Yes, his wand could have done the trick, but the heating grate was just a few steps away and it helped him to get moving. Classes today weren’t so bad, but he still wanted to grab breakfast and check mail. His house elves, who were really free elves, still felt it was their responsibility to take care of him, had put out clothes for the day. Saying ‘thank you’ to the silent, empty air around him, Ori quickly donned the garments, completed his morning ablutions, and hurried downstairs to mingle with housemates before they departed for the Great Hall for breakfast and the morning mail. He was by far one the tallest boys of his class and one of the quietest. Many of the chattier girls of his house gave up in trying to coax more conversation from him. The quieter, more reserved female Slytherins understood his reticence and developed an alliance in protecting him from their more aggressive teammates.

    He appreciated those who understood his need for privacy and space to think. Ori didn’t want to mingle, didn’t want to make friends, or family alliances. He only wanted the time to decide what he wanted to do and where he fit in the bigger scope of things. Tonight was the infamous Slughorn Party, where everyone from a prominent family was invited and expected to attend, which meant he was required to go. Classes and homework assignments were far more exciting than having to socialize and mingle with classmates destined to be ‘someone’ all because of their family’s pedigree. Ori detested that his destiny was somehow predetermined based on who his parents were. It seemed unfair and didn’t consider what he wanted. But attending was better than facing the wrath of the parents. He kept his head lowered and settled down to have some tea with breakfast before class. Female classmates were sniggering nearby about who or whatever they were planning for Slughorn’s damned event. If they were lucky, he’d change into something clean. Grabbing a third serving of toast, he rose, gave the nearby classmates who were being too loud for anyone's benefit a brooding glare of distaste, before stalking away. Little did he know, his brooding made some girls like him even more. Someone should have clued him in.

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  2. LiliSaintCrowe

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    Tilly had been shocked the previous day to have also found an invitation to the Slytherin head's party. It was usually attended by purebloods of influential families, neither title being one that applied to her. Arriving back at school after Christmas break she certainly hadn't expected something so exciting to happen, though perhaps it was less 'exciting' and more just 'unexpected'. It didn't really seem like her kind of thing after all, especially considering who usually attended and what they thought of muggleborns like herself. However, she figured that there would be no harm in attending just the once to see what all the fuss was about. She could use a break from studying for her OWLs. In any case that morning she had laid out a pretty blue dress, ready to change into when she finished classes, so she'd convinced herself that she was going to go, despite her reservations.

    Things had been a little strained between the rest of the houses and Slytherins since the battle of Hogwarts the previous year, even though Professor Mcgonagall, the new headmistress, had been doing her best to keep the peace. Many still remembered and dwelled on the fact that the professor herself had had to send all of slytherin house down to the dungeons that day for fear that they would try and hand Harry Potter over or start to take them out from the inside and break their defenses. So many had been hurt or had died before Harry had finally killed Voldemort. Tilly could still so vividly remember him lying there, lifeless and pale. She wished the memory didn't make her so happy, but it always would.

    After her classes and against her friends advice she changed into her pretty blue frock, wove her long red hair into an intricately designed bun on top of her head and headed to her party, her want tucked into her purse as she took a few deep breaths before forcing herself to enter.
     
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    Orion Warbeck stood in front of the full-length mirror, wondering what people saw when they looked at him, tall, slender, with dark unruly hair, pale skin, and deep-set ice blue eyes under thick black brows. A product of the Warbeck family lineage, he looked like his brothers, father, and uncles. His chosen outfit for the Slughorn party, black suit, black dress shirt, black tie, and black shoes, emphasized his black mood. Perhaps he should add a little black eyeliner to scare the girls.

    A lingering illness kept him apart from family and attending Hogwarts with contemporaries. Until he was thirteen, his only companions were two house elves, Binky and Drat, and instructors hired to give him private lessons. Like Harry Potter, isolation had an impact, endless hours spent questioning traditions and rules, especially around ‘family expectations’ and treatment of house elves. Growing older and healthy enough to attend Hogwarts, on the last evening before departing for school, he presented an article of clothing to Binky and Drat, shocking his family. Orion was reluctant to leave his first true friends in a state of indentured servitude. Aghast his actions would taint the family name, no one spoke of what he’d done, carrying on like nothing happened. Binky and Drat remained stalwart friends, hiding the way house elves could, until they felt he needed a helping hand.

    The Sorting Hat questioned his selection but declared him Slytherin House after a heated mental argument. Days flew by, Orion stayed to himself, watching ‘The Trio’ from afar, aware of harboring different ideas than most students. Hogwarts was a way station, a place to learn what he needed but he looked forward to the end of it all. Orion excelled in the art of being inconspicuous and gravitated towards potions, a solitary craft that allowed him stay away from Slytherin House without causing any suspicions. The day they were summoned to the Great Hall and Harry Potter revealed himself, he was hustled off with everyone else to the dungeons. In the chaos that followed, he tried to help fellow students regardless of what house they belonged to, and it was easy to step back into anonymity after Lord Voldemort’s defeat. A year later, with the whole wide world soon to be his oyster, Orion looked forward to the seemingly infinite possibilities that lay ahead. He contemplated how could he separate himself from his family’s legacy, the legacy of being a wizard.

    Sighing in resignation, Ori decided against the eyeliner and closed the door behind him. Might as well get the evening on the way, he thought. The sooner he arrived, perhaps the sooner he could leave. To avoid entering the party with his housemates, he took his time, taking the circuitous route to Slughorn's chambers.
     
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  4. LiliSaintCrowe

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    Tilly had been given a lot of sidewards glances from the mostly Slytherin filled room, though there was also a couple of much more charismatic Griffindoors and an incredibly excited looking Hufflepuff who seemed to be blending in pretty well. The redheaded girl sighed, heading over to the snack and drinks table that was set up for people to socialise around before the dinner officially began and grabbing herself a glass full of pumpkin juice before pulling away from the group's uncomfortable gazes again quickly and moving over to stand by one of the tall windows.
    Her misty blue eyes looked out over the castle grounds, taking in the spires and the slight glow of the snow on the hills and where the darkness of the forest treeline met with the slightly blue and starlit sky. She loved this place. It felt like home in so many ways, and like a whole other world in so many others. Probably because it was, compared to what she used to know at least. She wished sometimes that she could tell her friends back home about all of this, but she knew it was against the law, and she certainly didn't want to be thought of as crazy by any of them either. It was already hard enough to keep in touch now that she went to a boarding school away from them all. Maybe if she could tell them the truth and talk about what her life was really like here she wouldn't feel so lonely.
     
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    Ori, polite smile plastered on his face, entered the chambers bedecked in cheerful holiday trimmings. Thanking his host, who stood greeting guests at the door, Ori remained by his side precisely the amount of time propriety dictated before excusing himself to get something to eat. Slughorn had a reputation for providing generous buffets. An auburn-haired girl, holding a glass of pumpkin juice was walking away from the lavish spread. Vaguely remembering she was a Ravenclaw, perhaps the only one from her house invited to attend. he popped a stuffed mushroom into his mouth, made a small dish, and meandered her way. Disliking the smirks and whispers that followed her progress, Ori hated bullies. “Hi, my name is Orion, Ori for short.” He was fascinated by the complicated hairdo she wore. Did a house elf help her? Uncertain if she'd hate him for being a Slytherin, he was okay if she rebuked his peace offering (promoting his reputation of being anti-social). If she spoke to him, it would promote his reputation for being odd. It was a win-win situation in his opinion. "I hate coming to these parties. The food's great but the guests could be a little more balanced in representation. Don't you agree?"
     
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    Tilly almost jumped as she heard a voice addressing her unexpectedly, the girl half turning to look up at the taller, shaggy haired boy who seemed to be very deliberately dressed in all black, a plate of food balanced in one of his hands. She looked him up and down for a moment, her expression neutral as she took what seemed to be the initial sip of her pumpkin juice, despite her having been holding it for several minutes at least, the liquid now sitting at room temperature.

    "Well...yes, but I thought that was a point of pride for most Slytherins." she said, a little pointedly as her pale eyes regarded him thoughtfully.
    "You know, proof that the majority of you come from prominent pureblood families, so much so that you barely even have to do well in your classes to be invited. Not that my being here was my end goal in terms of my getting high grades, I just thought that was the basic consensus from your house." she shrugged, watching his face thoughtfully as she once again raised her drink to her lips.
     
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    His considered her response, thoughtfully munching a small crudité, baked into a festive red and green wreath, complete with silver tinsel. She was clear in her feelings towards Slytherins but considering Lord Voldemort and the truth about most Slytherins being pureblood-proud, he had to agree. However, assuming all Slytherins barely did well in their studies was a general assumption. He knew a handful of housemates who took their studies seriously, reasons why varied, but they were brilliant and would be an asset to any organization, or formidable opponents.

    “Interesting,” Ori replied, “you think Slughorn invites students from Slytherin House because of their bloodlines. That’s partially true, but not everyone from Slytherin was invited. I think it’s more about the potential an individual may exhibit, which would explain why you were invited. By the way, what’s your name, I don’t think we’ve had any classes together? What studies are you applying yourself to for NEWTs?" Before she had a chance to respond, dinner was announced.

    Clusters of students began to congregate around the long table, heavy with glittering crystal and china, looking for their place card and noting Slughorn’s deliberate seating arrangements. Ori found his, above the salt and switched it with Daedalus Mossglove’s, his card below the salt and near the student from Ravenclaw. Daedalus would be overjoyed, finding himself above the salt. Ori made it a point to sit beside the Ravenclaw student, to be an ally, whether she wanted or needed one.
     
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  8. LiliSaintCrowe

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    "It's less a speculation as it is an observation, though I'm sure it doesn't apply to everyone, and certainly not you." Tilly replied with a sarcastic smile, relieved to have an escape from the seemingly odd boy, though as she took the long way around to avoid the scuffle of other students she sat down to find the same boy beside her and sighed deeply, biting the inside of her cheek slightly before electing to actually answer the questions he had asked before.
    "Tilda, MacMillan. And my main focus for the OWL's is divination, charms, arithmancy and transfiguration, but I'm also taking apparition, care of magical creatures and astronomy." She told him. It was quite the course load, not to mention she had already passed seventh year muggle studies and ancient runes. Professor Mcgonagall had allowed it though, as she had already gone through a great amount of effort to prove her competency. Any spare moments she had she was usually in the library also studying legilimency and wordless and wandless casting. Really she just wanted to learn everything there was to know about the wizarding world, feeling a lot of the time that even now she was still trying to earn her place here, especially in situations like this where she felt like she was being looked down on by the majority of the people in the room around her.
     
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    NinjaK Shield Maiden & Stalwart Friend Member

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    Scorn clear in her expression and retort, Ori didn’t understand why she refused the one hand courteously extended. Not expecting her to answer his polite question about her studies, he was nonetheless impressed with the class load she chose. As the meal commenced, he withdrew into himself, only a fool would continue to bait a disagreeable cat. It was obvious she did not want to engage. Pulling upon years of practice, he practically made himself invisible.

    Courses of rare and unusual delicacies followed one after the other until dessert. Slughorn was at his best, orchestrating dialog and engaging every student. Ori was happy when their host rose to make his way towards the cozy seating area near the cheerful blaze in his fireplace. Guests taking his queue, followed close behind. Not bothering to say goodbye to the Ravenclaw girl, Ori took his leave and escaped. Breathing deeply the crisp fresh air he returned to his rooms. What the encounter with Tilda MacMillan taught him was the rift between houses was so great that it was better to focus on completing his studies and leaving the peacemaking to others. The sooner he could graduate, the sooner he could start a new life.
     
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    Tilly felt kind of bad when she saw the jilted look on Orion's face, shrinking down in her chair a little and staring down at her plate, letting the sounds of everyone else talking wash over her and only speaking when she was spoken to, mostly just by Professor Slughorn asking about the muggle world, accompanied by some laughs and/or scornful expressions from the other students around the table.
    As everyone started to stand up and gather around the fire Tilly opened her mouth to speak to Orion again, only for him to quickly leave, the girl sighing regretfully. He seemed...different. Different from the other Slytherin's at least, and she'd basically spat in his face.
    She left the party soon after, not feeling comfortable standing and mingling with the others. It felt like she was standing on the outside of a circle looking in on their conversation, but not actually welcome or involved, so she quietly left, walking slowly back to the Ravenclaw dorms.

    A month or so later one spring afternoon the pretty girl, her hair in two long, neat braids was walking back from Hogsmead Village with her nose buried in a book when it was suddenly knocked out of her hands, the girl yelping in surprise as it went flying out of her hands and a wand was immediately pointed squarely at her chest.
    "All alone out here, mudblood?" a girl asked with a smirk. "Surprised you didn't see us coming with your suuuuper special visions!"
    "That's not how they work, Merula..." Tilly muttered. "Leave me alone."
    "Not likely. I wanna see the look on your face when that stick in your butt gets knocked even further up there." Merula laughed. "Go on then, Peter!"
    Tilly tried to grab for her wand quickly, but was far too slow when Peter's wand was already pointed at her point blank.
    "Flipendo!" He shouted, the knockback jinx hitting the girl square in the chest and throwing her backwards, knocking the air out of her even before she hit the ground.
     
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    Spring weather meant fresh young plants, lichen, and mushrooms ready for harvesting. Orion assessed his inventory and made a list of what he needed to restock. Hunting for potion ingredients oftentimes took him out into the nearby forest, which is what he was doing when he happened to see a familiar figure strolling from Hogsmead Village, nose in book and unmistakable red hair in two long braids.

    Orion remembered the evening they met like it was yesterday. With time to reflect, he could see why Tilly reacted the way she did. Being alone in obvious enemy territory, she could only conclude he was being friendly out of evil intentions. Considering how they could stumble upon each other again, his problem was solved with seven-year Slytherins, Merula and Peter materialized in front of her. A feeling of dread in his stomach, he crept closer to watch.

    Angered by their bullying and with stealth on his side, Orion drew out his wand and performed the Cunfudo spell on each of them. While his housemates stumbled around, confused and dazed, he jogged up to the low wall that ran along the lane and quickly vaulted over. Picking up Tilly’s book, he turned and performed the Finite Incantatum spell, allowing the pretty Ravenclaw to recover her breath. A little surprised that pretty came to mind when he looked at her, Orion could only offer a lopsided smile and extend a hand to help her up.

    “Sorry, I wasn’t here in time to prevent them from ganging up on you. We’d better get out of here before the spell wears off.”
     
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    Tilly looked up at The dark haired boy in surprise as he approached her, the girl panting slightly as she gingerly sat up and placed her slender, delicate hand in his, allowing him to help pull her to her feet as she quickly started to brush herself off.
    "Hm," she grunted crossly, pulling out her wand "not likely." She pointed the applewood wand at the pair, muttering "leviocorpus" and smirking slightly as the pair were both hoisted into the air by their ankles, hoveribg above the ground as his charm still held effect too, leaving them incredibly dazed and confused as they spun slowly.
    Tilly smirked and nodded sharply, happy now that she'd gotten her revenge and started to walk back towards the school, pausing for a moment to look back at the taller boy.
    "...well? Are you coming?" She asked softly, almost playfully as she let him continue to carry her book as she began walking again, shoving her hands down into the pockets of her skirt.
     
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    It didn’t surprise him Tilly performed a spell on the two tormentors but letting him continue to hold her book did. Catching up , they walked along side-by-side for a bit in silence. Genuinely curious about her background, he fumbled for words, wondering if his clothes showed any dirt or leaves from his foraging. She didn't act like the female classmates he often came across, chatty, loud, or dramatic.

    Not sure if said classmates would be termed ‘friends’ since he never made an effort to talk with them outside of class or in the common room, Ori was interested in knowing more about this girl. She seemed pretty cool and maybe a little like him in doing things alone, well the two times he happened to see her anyway. He needed a book or a quick spell to help bridge the communication gap.

    “If I may ask, how did you come to Hogwarts? Did Dumbledore send a letter to your family? Did you start as a first-year student?” Brushing unruly hair out of his eyes, he looked down at her, blue eyes bright with curiosity. “I didn’t arrive unitl I was thirteen, missing a whole lot of goings on,” shrugging nonchalantly, “too sick to be away from home.” He was slightly apprehensive she’d snap at him again but was really trying to make an effort in being approachable.
     
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    Tilly looked across at him curiously for a moment as he explained a little about himself. He didn't look sickly now, which was obviously a good thing, though she was curious as to what in the magical world could have made him so sick, though of course that would be rude to ask at this early point.
    Now that he mentioned it though, she couldn't recall seeing him in the first couple of years, and even if they were in different houses she probably would have noticed him. It was only a very small school after all.
    "Mm, well, I'm muggleborn, so I got my letter delivered to me by Headmistress McGonagall." She explained. "Learning about witches and wizards wasn't too much of a stretch of the imagination for my parents though luckily, I was always...well, you know...different." She said, shrugging her shoulders and glancing up at him again.
    "Turns out that's not that different still. I guess divination is still considered kind of a junk science most of the time." She said with a sigh, glancing over her shoulder at the other two students they'd left behind.
    Being able to predict the future had always been a gift of hers, and her parents had come to believe in it pretty early on. There wasn't much else they could do when they had the proof at hand that she had given them. Still, even a lot of wizards didn't always believe in the art until they saw it with their own eyes, at least not in regards to actual solid foresight and prophetic predictions.
     
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    Muggleborn, another label that hid the person behind it. Growing up hearing negative teachings about people born as such, Ori felt the familiar struggle of his brain trying to sift through the dogma. He was constantly finding contradictions in the magic world; house elves as slaves and non-magic people, mentally inferior. The Ravenclaw girl beside him was anything less than brilliant. Who invented these labels and spread the lies so those more powerful could control or enslave a susceptible population? If he really hated bullies and their tactics, maybe his studies should expand beyond potions and archaic history to include learning how to sniff them out and level the playing field? He could hear generations Warbecks turning in their graves.

    Mind wandering while Tilly spoke, her admission of being able to predict the future snapped his attention back. He’d always wanted to know what the future held. Family dynasty and all, if he rode the wave of complacency, he wouldn’t want to expend energy to discover the future and wallow in privilege. But being the anomaly of the family, anything that could provide guidance and fight the legacy, he’d give it a shot. “Can you do a reading? Like now, on me?” Eyes shining, he was excited in getting the inside track of what lay ahead. He looked at his auburn haired companion expectantly.
     
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    Tilly blinked in surprise at his enthusiasm, pausing for a moment before slowly nodding.
    "Uh...sure, I suppose I could...that's not really how it works though..." She admitted, rubbing the back of her neck. "Usually it only works on it's own, when I'm asleep or when I have a deep personal connection to someone, but...I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try. If you could just...hold out your hand." She said, waiting for him to do so before gently grabbing his forearm, his hand clasping around hers as well as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
    Suddenly her eyes snapped open again, glazed over with a white sheen as she stared blankly, the misty coating on her eyes seeming to move and shift, though it was unintelligible from the outside what she was seeing.

    In her mind she saw scattered hints and snippets of Orion's future. What looked like an explosive family argument, a quick getaway, a small store being opened where an old clothing store had closed down in Diagon Alley, a disheveled looking stranger staggering in, rummaging through the stock before his appearance rapidly and seemingly painfully changed, Orion noticing a Dark Mark on his forearm and raising his wand before the man apperated away again, Orion reporting the sighting and finding Tilly again. After that it was a little fuzzy, though one thing she was sure she saw was a kiss, sweet and passionate, before seeing the pair of them again, huddled together in fear before the vision ended with a flash of green light.

    Tilly jumped back with a gasp, her eyes wide as they quickly cleared and she stared at the boy in front of her in shock.
    "I...I have to go..." She said quickly, her cheeks hot and pink as she stepped back away from him.
    "I'm sorry, I...I'm sorry..." She stammered out before turning and quickly running up the road back towards the school, not even stopping to take her book back from him as she ran all the way back to the Ravenclaw common-room, barely even able to utter the answer to that days riddle she was so out of breath before closing the door behind her and leaning back against it, panting heavily. Her mind raced as she went over and over the vision in her head. She knew it, felt it in her gut that the foresight had worked not because they did have a deep personal connection, but because they would, one day...
    But what about the rest? The stranger, an agent of Voldemort disguised with pollyjuice potion, the flash of green light she'd seen...a killing curse, but for who? How could she face him again knowing that together one of them may die...
     
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    It was nice to hold her hand in his, unsure of how the prediction process happened, Ori was happy to simply stand there. Startled by the quick transformation, Tilly closing her eyes for a moment, breath coming slow and easy, then suddenly her eyes snapping wide open, no longer sky blue but the color of milky marbles. The hand in his went from warm and slightly sweaty to ice cold. He was afraid to do anything that might harm his new friend, would trying to shake off the connection injure her? As quickly as it began it was over and their connection broken.

    Ori could tell whatever Tilly saw was alarming. Feverish looking, she apologized before turning and running towards school, leaving him standing alone holding her book. After a moment of shock, he quickly followed, worried what she might have seen. Since he’d asked for a prediction, one could only assume the alarming news involved him. Did Tilly see him failing his NEWTs or maybe the family disowning him when he announced not being interested in becoming a Death Eater. Ori didn’t see her in the great hall or in the library the next day or the following week, finally asking Professor McGonagall if she would return the book to Tilly. Worried and anxious, he admitted after the third week she didn’t want to see him. Feeling deflated, he worked hard to focus on his studies and the looming NEWTs.

    Two years later, Ori could finally look back without a sense of hurt. His family did disown him after he passed his NEWTs but his work as a potioneer and recommendations from professors helped in securing a job at the Apothecary. A hard worker with a real talent in the field, he'd just bid on a small space that used to be an old uniform shop. If accepted, one day soon, the tall man would be an independent business owner in Diagon Alley.
     
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    Tilly reclused herself for a short while, unsure of whether she should tell the boy what she had seen or keep her vision to herself, though when the headmistress gave her back her book, the cover slightly dirty with soil still from Ori's hands she felt a fresh wave of guilt
    "Is there a reason Mr. Warbeck was unable to return this to you himself, child?" The fellow Scott asked, raising an eyebrow and peering over the rim of her glasses at the redheaded girl.
    "Professor...Orion asked me to do a reading for him, and...ma'am I didn't think it would work, but I saw some things...I don't know whether or not to tell him, and they weren't all good. Some of them..." The trailed off, her cheeks flushing. "I just don't know what to do..."
    "Well, in my experience, and that of many other witches and wizards I'm sure, it's not always helpful to know ones future. We are rather self sabotaging creatures after all." Professor McGonagall said with a kind smile.
    "Think of Lord Voldemort. When he was first coming to power he heard a prophecy about his demise, and in trying to prevent that future from eventuating he instigated the very events that would make it so. Foreknowledge of events is a precarious burden to carry, Ms. MacMillan, all I can say is that you must use it wisely." She said, giving the girl a nod before leaving.
    Tilly thought long and hard about what the professor had said, deciding that it was best that the boy not know. Perhaps if she stayed away from him that last part of her vision wouldn't happen, though she doubted that was the case. She would quickly learn that almost no future she saw was completely unavoidable.

    As she grew older her visions grew stronger, and soon she was one of the wizarding worlds most renown Arithmancers and Diviners, though readings were something she never did again without significant reason. She was very quickly signed on as an Unmentionable at the Ministry of Magic, a title that she did not take lightly as she recorded prophecies and predictions in orbs and her pensieve, acting mostly as a guardian angel of her own device as she watched over the delicate threads of time. A particular word here, a loose pebble in the street there, simple things like that could change the future for better or worse, and the redheaded woman would always change it for the better where she could, though in her mind she always kept that vision from years ago, watching one of the many clocks in her office for when her and Orion's lives would intersect again.
     
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    NinjaK Shield Maiden & Stalwart Friend Member

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    Ori, keys in hand, stood in front of the tiny storefront. Gringotts approved the business application, probably because of his last name but for once he didn’t mind if it meant he could continue what he loved. Maybe after a few years, he’d be able to pursue the other idea of opening another small shop somewhere in London; potions of the magical sort sold in Diagon Alley and the other shop for potions for citizens of the large metropolis. Even now, Tilly or Tilda MacMillan still had a ghost of an influence on his thinking. Access to potions’ healing properties shouldn’t be exclusively for the magic-born. Opening the sturdy doors, he stepped into the dark interior and imagined the possibilities that lay ahead.

    His neighboring shop owners would become familiar with the tall, dark-haired man, his business open to everyone. Ori didn’t need much, no one but himself and the business, all of his energy and hours went into making the best potions on the market. Starting off slow, Ori’s friends, Binky and Drat spread the news to their friends, who in turn shared the shop’s opening with the families they served. Slytherins with issues around him selling products to others, called him ‘blood traitor’ and a disgrace to the family name. He didn’t care, asking them to shop elsewhere, Diagon Alley Potions, was open to everyone. Those who could accept his peculiar personality, admitted his quality and tinctures were amazing and reasonably priced.

    Making friends as an adult wasn’t as difficult as it was at school. Being the only employee, Ori had the opportunity to meet other store owners and like-minded customers. George Weasley, of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes became one of his few friends. Coming in one day, hoping for something to help counteract a skin reaction from a new product he’d tried on himself. Not even pausing to ask who he was (everyone knew who George Weasley was) the potioneer whipped something up. Now they went to quidditch games when business wasn’t too busy. The Weasley family grudgingly accepted him, grateful George had a friend nearby. Life taking on a routine, business picking up, Ori could afford to hire help, but he enjoyed keeping busy. A part-time employee covered the shop when he wanted time in London, watching people and becoming familiar with life there. His favorite thing to do was simply sitting in a café watching customers and the foot traffic outside.

    Returning one day from an outing, Ori stepped inside and noticed a customer, (was it a man?) standing in the corner of the shop where some of the more expensive potions were displayed in ornate glass vials. His temp was finishing up with another customer so the potioneer approached, uneasy by the stranger's furtive movements. Was he looking for a specific potion or worse, trying steal one?

    "Can I help you?" Startled by Ori's voice, the figure shuddered, skin seeming to ripple, changing. "Hey!" Anxious about what he was seeing, Ori moved to steady the stranger but only succeeded in pulling back a sleeve. The tattoo revealed, like the man, seemed to writhe, as if alive. Shoving the potioneer away, the stranger apparated, startling everyone. Recognizing the tattoo, a symbol followers of Lord Voldemort's proudly carried, memories of that day rushed back. Was something brewing the ministry needed to be alerted about? Apologizing, Ori promised to return soon and hurried out to report the sighting. Who would believe his concerns and why did the stranger show up in his store?
     
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  20. LiliSaintCrowe

    LiliSaintCrowe Chaos Controller Member

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    Walking through London was familiar enough now, walking amongst muggles, taking their transportation at times, figuring out which muggle items were secretly imbued with magic that they would never know.
    The guest entrance to the ministry was one such thing, an elevator hidden by distraction in plain sight to carry witches and wizards down into the beautifully sculpted rooms below, marble stretching from floor to ceiling, pillars, fountains, glass, and the seemingly endless streams of people busily flowing back and forth from their tasks. All of this was visible as the elevator carried Orion down to the floor, an elf in a smart, tailored black suit stepping forward as soon as the doors opened.
    "Ah, Master Warbek, right on time." He said with a smile.
    "My name is Grindle Gadsley, allow me to guide you to your appointment."
    One had not been made of course, at least not to the potioneer's knowledge, and no one else knew to make it for him, and yet here the short, well groomed man was, waving the man along behind him.
    "Come along, come along Master Warbek!" He called as he walked ahead. "Time waits for no man, after all!"

    The elf lead him through the Ministry Atrium to the central lifts, waiting for Orion to follow him inside before pressing the button for level nine. The elevator doors soon closed, carrying the pair down and down and down to the second lowest floor, the lift coming to a stop and a sweet, automated voice speaking as the doors opened.
    "Level nine. Department of Mysteries."
    "This way now." Gadsley said cheerfully, heading down the black tiled corridor, passing several doors without so much as a glance before stopping in front of one, the plaque on the door simply reading 'time'.
    "Right then, in you go. She's waiting for you, I'm sure." He said with a nod, the sound of a clock starting to chime coming from behind the door and rising as it was pushed open.
    The slender, redheaded woman looked away from the chiming clock and up to the tall, dark haired man with a slight smile, the hundreds of others that filled the room still just ticking away obediently, mounted on the wall or sitting on shelves, almost every surface completely covered with different clocks. Different sizes, different shapes, but the one that had been chiming was the only one that was sitting on her desk.
    "Orion," Tilda said with a warm smile, gesturing to the seat across from her. "It's good to finally see you again, although I wish that it were under better circumstances..."
    With one braid spiralling from the back of her head for the tail to hang neatly over one shoulder she looked almost exactly the same as she had in their youth, only curvier and with fewer freckles, a dark, long sleeved dress with a white collar her choice of attire for the day. Her misty eyes watched him carefully, hoping that he would not feel any animosity towards her, although she would explain everything that she was able to upon his request.
     
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