` WE'VE GOT ANOTHER VICTIM ! (ALL D.E's + support)

[SAMIRA ANABELL GOYLE]

Samira walked into Graveyard. She had a smle smirked on her lips. She saw her brother. She smirked. She was happy. She looked around and saw all the Death Eaters and supports. She was extermly happy ad nervous. She saw Geoffrey. She was happy now. They had been fuck buddies for a while now. She saw her brother checking out a girl. She rolled her eyes. She hated when he did that. He was horn dog. She had to laugh because he never got anything.

Samira walked over to Geo, and stood by him. She bite her lip playfully. She looked at him gently. She looked at Meissa. " Sorry I am late. I had to get ready." She said softly. She loved being a ass to her brother. She loved pissing him of because he could do nothing about it. She was Daddy little princess. She was happy. She looked at Geoffrey, her eyes and body longing for him. She heard him say something. She nodded in agreement.

She looked extra hot today. She was wearing Short shorts that just hit below her but and framed it perfectly. Her shirt was a white halter top that was ruched and she was wearing a strapless push up bra. Her boobs were perfectly framed and looked hot. She looked hot, and she knew her brother was going to hate it. Also she was wearing some red high heels that were about 5 inches and also made her legs longer and looked extermly sexy. She gave her brother. " oh i didn't see here" look that she gave him when she was going to make him pissed, and he probably knew it. She looked back at Geoffrey, and then back at Meissa, waiting for her to continue.

Samira did look hot but she still thought this graveyard was creepy.She hated when they held meetings here, but sh still got to See Geoffrey. So she was not completely angry. She looked around the graveyard to see who was here. She was saw Meissa, Argus, Dawson, Malleus, her brother and of course her favorite person here, Geoffrey.They always had sex at these meeting. they would always sneak off and have alot of fun with each other. She wondered what was going to happen tonight. Oh this was really going to be the best meeting yet.

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Issac was waiting for the young girl to answer him, he was starting to get bored waiting for her, he never liked the wait just what he got after wards. Issac flipped his hair looking back into the circle, the death eaters were aligned and Meissa and Malleus were having a couples thing. Issac rolled his eyes as he took his step closer to the circle, it was only a few feet away but it seemed so much longer. He walked to the circle the darkness creeping behind him, he could almost feel the stares through a few of the Death Eaters cold metal masks. He just shrugged his shoulders, he was the only person who did whatever he wanted in the meetings well, at least to most of the members. He would never dare try and stand up to Meissa the fool earlier should of died, Issac didn't quite get why she just let him go for no reason, he should of been tortured and killed on sight.

Issac arrived into the circle, some Death Eaters still hadn't arrived but Issac noticed a few faces, he didn't know if his father or mother or even his sister were under the masks but he didn't care to be honest. Issac just smirked looking up to Meissa and Malleus he was getting rather bored waiting for their obvious affectionate behavior to end. Then he heard something a little distance away, somebody new had arrived, and the arrival answered his curiosity earlier. His sister was walking up to the circle in the sluttiest outfit he had ever seen her wear, he knew she was slutty but this was just to much. He looked like all she needed was a pole in the middle of the meeting and then she would dance and strip on it, he shook his head.

His sister walked up to another death eater seeming around the same age as himself, maybe younger or a little he wasn't to much older than himself. His sister was practically groping the other death eater, Issac rolled his eyes but for some reason even after distancing himself from his family he still felt protective over his sister. It was an urge building inside him to go punch the kid in the face the way he was looking at Issac's sister, Issac's hand was shaking ready to pull his wand and end this fools life. His eyes were spinning as his mind was twisted thinking of every possible way to kill the damn fool trying to rape his sister with his eyes. Issac couldn't take it anymore he was pissed and wanted to kill that guy, Issac started walking forward going through the circle. He immediately took the boy by his collar and looked over to his sister right away.

"What the fuck do you think your doing? You look like a fucking slut you should go home, and your wearing white to a meeting? What is that do you look how much you stand out to everyone around you?" Issac yelled he knew he was causing more drama in the meeting but the tension in his mind was. His hands gripped the boys collar as he looked at his sister and how slutty she looked then his eyes pointed back to the guy in front of them.
"I should kill you right now for the way you were looking at my sister you dirty son of a bitch! I shouldn't of even come over here this is making another big scene in the meeting," Issac yelled furious with anger and hate, he didn't know where this was coming from and especially for a fellow family member.

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Geoffrey folded his arms over his chest and watched as other figures--some masked, some not--entered the circle but all remained silent, waiting for direction from Meissa, their leader in this time without their Dark Lord. A gentle breeze dashed through the stifling heat of the graveyard, but only offered momentary relief. Fall was come, but one would never know it with how warm it was. Absentmindedly, Geoffrey pushed the sleeves of his sweater up and grimaced imperceptibly as the fabric brushed over the mark. He kept his loft quite a bit cooler than it was outside and, as it were, he ran on cold and wore a sweater even in the heat with the cold air blasting in his home. In hindsight, he thought it may have been wise to change his shirt before joining the others.

The pops of apparation became more spaced out, or perhaps he was just losing interest in keeping track of how many were actually arriving. Geoffrey shrugged to himself. It was probably the latter, but he didn’t spare it much thought. Who came and who didn’t wasn’t his concern; it was their own because to those who came it would appear they had deserted. And those who deserted… Well, that didn’t always play out well for them in the long run. Geoffrey thought of what happened to those who had deserted after the death of their Lord and shivered involuntarily. If history was, in fact, bound to repeat itself, he wondered who would be sent to punish those fools who thought they could simply leave the fold.

Wrapped up in his own twisted daydreams, Geoffrey didn’t notice or hear the approach of the young Slytherin until she apologized for her tardiness. His eyes flicked over to her and an eyebrow arched in obvious interest. Samira had outdone herself since the last meeting, and he was quite surprised she had been able to smuggle such a… Seductive was probably the nicest word without going too off course, into the castle. Surely a prefect would have mentioned such a get-up to a teacher. But then maybe things had changed since he’d been gone. Though it was only two years ago, Geoffrey didn’t make a point of staying up on the goings-on of Hogwarts. He’d bid that place a very fond and final farewell after his graduation, thank you very much.

”I must say,” Geoffrey murmured, leaning closer to her ear; she stood at the perfect height with those heels that made her legs keep going and going. ”You look positively delectable in that outfit, Samira. I do hope that maybe later I’ll get to see what’s underneath it.” He straightened, a satisfied smirk on his face. He wasn’t going to play coy or pretend they both didn’t want each other, it was just how things were between them. And Geoffrey enjoyed the little games they played without a game actually being played. Things were upfront and spelled out and there was no bullshit to muddle through. They knew what they wanted and, more often than not, they got it.

His eyes continued to rove over her in an unabashed fashion and he could only grin when she cast a look back at her brother. There was little question that the rest of the Goyle family thought their little rendezvous obscene, and that just made it all the more fun. Geoffrey chuckled to himself and rolled his shoulders back, but his attempts to relieve the tension that had built in his muscles during the week was to be thwarted. He felt a hand close around the back of his neck and his muscles tensed instinctively, causing yet another crick that would need to be taken care of once he got home. Geoffrey sighed softly, staring boredly at Isaac out of the corner of his eye as he railed into his sister about her choice of clothing before he turned on him.

Shrugging out of his grip, he spun to face him. His eyes glittered with a sort of detached malice that really only suited those who held a job outside of the ministry… Like, oh say, an assassin. ”First of all, don’t touch or threaten me again. Ever. You’ll regret it,” he said calmly and evenly. ”Second, you really shouldn’t speak to your sister in such a manner, it’s rather barbaric for her own brother to verbally attack her. And finally--” Geoffrey stretched his arms wide and smirked. ”--it’s not her fault for having such good taste, that‘s really not something to scold her for.” He lowered his arms. ”And you’re right, this is causing a much bigger scene than was necessary--all this shouting, I mean, there’s no point to it,” he said, shaking his head as though it had just dawned on him. Sarcasm and insults were great friends of his. ”So why don’t you take your anger and bottle it up, and if your sister doesn’t want me staring she can say so; she’s a big girl, you know.”

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Samira looked at Geoffrey, and smiled. " Of Course." She whispered in his ear gently and softy. She looked over at her brother. She saw he was getting pissed and it was making her happy. She looked at Geoffrey. They always had fun together, always. They always had sex , and they always love it with each other. She looked at him and moved one hand to his thigh and started to rub it, seductively. She smiled at him, and looked at him with lust in her eyes. She always did look at him with lust though. They were attractive to each other and there was a huge age different between them, which was great, she guessed. " Babe," She leaned up and whispered again. " This outfit was for you." She said softly in his ear. Her voice soft and sexy. She continued to rub this thigh gently, trying to turn him on. She smiled and removed her hand and looked at him.

She was continued to look at him seductively. She was about to say something else when her stupid fucking brother came over, and started yelling her. She was getting angry. " What the fucking Isaac! Why the hell would you care if I wore something fucking slutty or not. Remember you forget about me!! About your whole family!' She screamed back. She was about to break down. " Isaac! You are not my fucking brother! You never been protective of me until now. you forgot about me! You never made the effort to freaking see me or anything. So don't atart acting like my brother now. " She said taking a deep breath before starting again. " Don't talk to Geoffrey like that Isaac!! You don't know anything about my life, and you never will!!" She screamed again. She was going to break down. She was trying to hold it in.

Samira was so fucking angry right now. It wasn't even funny. She took another deep breathe, and used her wand and turned her shirt to black, but she still looked hot and seductive. " I don't stare if Geoffrey stares at me. i like it" She said smiling at her brother. she knew he hated it , that's why she smiled. IT felt good to make him angry, but it still hurt. Samira got all her anger out and just was standing there now.

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Issac let go of the boy in front of them, he did notice how it was quite rude of him, Issac just smirked at a little joke in his head. The boy said he would regret it, not many people knew how ruthless Issac was, if the weren't in front of Meissa things might have gone a lot differently. His hands turned to fists as he tried to release his anger away, it wasn't working the comments they were making were just raising the boiling point of Issac's anger. Issac just stood there as the boy talked to his while his sister yelled, the boy was just making his smirk, He doesn't know what good taste is if he is talking about him, and her a big girl, Issac looked at his sister's clothing once more, I don't think so. Issac's eyes met with the boy staring at him as they turned to slits the anger built into him, he didn't know what quite to do he wanted to take his fist to his face, but that wouldn't solve to much right now.

"Believe me I won't regret doing shit to you," Issac straightened the collar of his shirt it was a little messed up from when he grabbed Geoffrey.
"Hm, well I don't think you should rape her with your eyes," Issac said referring to when he said Issac shouldn't verbally assault her, Issac had always done that since they had been brother and sister and she had done the same.
"Your a single child aren't you? Most brothers and sisters act this way to one another. My sister is no where near a big girl, in those clothes she looks like an attention thriving whore," Issac said saying the last part rather coldly as the words spat out his thick voice. His hands were now shaking as he stopped yelling the anger was building and he was ready to hit the man.

"And you," Issac directed his attention to his sister.
"I ditched my parents not you, it just so happens that you still live with them. And the rest of the time your at the damn school, and no I am starting to think after meeting this guy you are pretty busy on your alone time," Issac coldly said referring to her as the slut she seems to be.
"I know I never have acted brotherly I never saw a reason to, but this just took everything overboard. You look so slutty, maybe I should just leave you out of the rest of my life like them!" Issac yelled pointing his wand at the only two seeming to be listening to everything more than the others. They were his parents and Issac had forgotten about them long ago, he still wanted to be close to his sister, just they never were and he didn't see a reason to start now.

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Hot-bloodedness seemed to run through both siblings, and Geoffrey half-wondered if it was something that ran in the family; he’d never gone out of his way to irritate Gregory to the point of lashing out and he doubted he ever would. Where this trait made Isaac come off as an over-protective older brother (and somewhat childish in Geoffrey’s eyes), it made Samira into the little firecracker that had caught his eye. He smirked faintly as the girl turned on her own brother, giving him the same lashing he’d given her. Sibling rivalries always seemed to be so very sweet. The thought of Gabriel, his youngest brother, came to mind and his smirk faltered for a moment. Thankfully he had not tried to follow in his older brother’s footsteps, as Geoffrey doubted he would have been able to deal with him in a civil manner.

He gently placed a hand on Samria’s shoulder, not breaking eye contact with her brother. Anger was a fickle thing. Sometimes it was meaningless words thrown around and other times it could lead to a curse that could be quite painful; Geoffrey wasn’t about to chance the latter happening without his notice. ”He can talk to me however he wishes,” he told her. ”It’s just a matter of for how long he gets away with being so rude.” While he was not someone who dolled out compliments and kissed everyone’s ass, Geoffrey was not a fan of rudeness directed toward himself… Or anyone he felt a connection with.

Boyish good looks hid a dark fascination. Sadistic to the point of scaring even himself, Geoffrey wasn’t above a little bit of torture to make a point. And while many enjoyed curses and hexes and tearing someone’s mind apart with a mere word, Geoffrey hand’s itched to do the damage. Isaac said he wouldn’t regret doing anything to him, but idly he wondered if he realized what might come of a threat or a curse upon Geoffrey’s head. Causing pain to the perpetrator wasn’t the only subheading under sadism, after all, and sadly, he wasn’t quite above ruining someone’s life by harming those close to them.

He squeezed her shoulder gently and said, ”Why don’t we think of more pleasant things instead of name calling and threats and hurt feelings. If this meeting gets over before your absence from school is noticed… Well, we can see how things play out.” The look on Geoffrey’s face could very well have been the definition of challenging. His smirk was insolent, as though daring Isaac to try something with what had just gone down before their own little argument. And his eyes shined almost gleefully at the chance of that happening. One could say he was really asking to get decked in the face, but honestly? He’d probably just laugh. Geoffrey was like that, and sometimes that got him into trouble. More often than not it got him into trouble. ”And I’m really not scared by idle threats, friend,” he added, the word friend dripping with icy sarcasm.

A chuckle escaped him. ”Actually, I’m the oldest of three,” Geoffrey said, ”so don’t assume to know what you’re talking about when it concerns me. I’m protective over my siblings, but not to the point of calling them out on clothing choices and assaulting someone they obviously have no problem with. Do you have any idea how often meetings have gone the same way without such an outburst? I can’t even count them all anymore.” Ryan was really the only one Geoffrey considered a brother at this point, but there was no denying the blood that linked he and Gabriel… He just wouldn’t lay his life on the line for his youngest brother as he probably would for Ryan. The two had a bond that could not easily be broken.

”What say we continue this… disagreement at a better time?” he said to Isaac. ”We wouldn’t want to be rude to Meissa, would we, not after what that git just pulled.”

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[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

( PEOPLE MOVING ALL THE TIME )

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[/b] her voice thundered across the clearing with more force and power than any small woman such as her should have possessed, but it was more than enough to call the attention of the Death Eaters that surrounded her, the masked figures that preferred to stay anonymous at such meetings already turned to her and she refused to wait for the others. There was also a small, but forever silent indignation at the sight of Geoffrey being spoken to in such a way, when it had appeared he had done nothing but appreciate another, the Death Eater had become close to her through Malleus and she did not take the threats thrown upon him lightly.

Not that that was all the infuriated her.

Sibling bickerings were beneath her and unnecessary. There were few in your world you could call real allies, and your family were amongst those that would never forsake you, she was extremely close to her siblings, both full blood and half, to speak them in such a way as this was unforgivable. This is no place for such disrespectful arguments, if you cannot act as an adult for long enough to attend such meetings than I shall ask no further from you the threat held deadly in the air, the effect instantaneous as her icy voice cut through the childish squabblings. She would not think twice about casting aside those that were of no use to her, the time had come for action, not dishing out second chances, she had reigned herself in early this evening, but a repeat occurrence would not be passed over lightly. As Geoffrey mentioned her name she gave him a small nod, both curt and grateful at once. To clearly outline favorites in such a group was not something that should be done lightly. Turning her eyes from the two Goyle's towards the man that remained stood at her side it was hard not to convey her affection for him though. Yet there was a distraction about her eyes as she met his. With her wand gripped tightly in her hand, longing to be granted the ability to leap and soar through the air, full of the rage and magic that coursed through her brain, she was rigid. She may be her Father's daughter, but she did know restraint.

With a small curl of the edges of her lips she gave another nod, this one with much more resolve. From the noise that was emitting from those around her it was plain to see that their numbers had grown within the time she had become distracted, though the turn out was not as large as she would have hoped at such a time it did indeed seem now was the time to call the meeting to order.

With obvious scorn she tossed her head, chocolate curls shimmering in the moonlight as they repositioned themselves and tumbled down her back, out of the way of her eyes and no longer restricting the movement of her face. Form a circle authority rang once more and she fixed each with a slow glare full of impatience as she waited for them to comply.

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[jasper]

( BUY YOU A MOCKINGBIRD )

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Death Eater meeting. Hurrah, he thought bitterly. Not that he wasn't committed to the cause - there was some brave dedication right there, if one figured out. After all, he had a greater motive for joining the Death Eaters, and one that he was wiling to sacrifice his entire life to serve. He had a reason to fight, and that was most needed when they committed their lives to something. Jasper himself wasn't a full Death Eater. Only those eighteen and above could consider themselves as such, and Jasper most certainly was not eighteen. Another year - upon graduation he would be indicted, or at least by the start of next year. His parents both knew of who he was - the meetings were no secret for them. They weren't part of it, but they didn't stop him from joining at all. He had given a promise, an oath, and as such, he was meant to be there. Silently, he left the premises of the castle, and upon reaching the boundaries of the school, apparated away silently.

He supposed there was something amusing to be watching people fight, after all, as he apparated into the graveyard where they were supposed to be meeting, only to catch both Argus' hasty departure and the Goyle siblings fight. Were they really fighting? And had that bastard actually just ran off? Jasper felt somewhat annoyed, and amused at the same time. Spineless prat, he thought, for running off like that. Perhaps they were better off without the other. As he adjusted his robes and came closer to the general crowd - most of the higher ups were there, as well as Dawson, his fellow seventh year Slytherin. "Dawson, hey."

[/color] He shot her a casual smile, sidling up to stand beside as they both played the role of spectators, watching the scene between the two Goyles and Geoffrey play out. Out of habit, he cast a glance towards the one man who was in no way related to the two, and stared at Samira. He knew her, certainly, for she was the captain of the team that he played on. Prefect and Captain of Slytherin. They were certainly entering the Death Eater gang all too easily, weren't they?

Rubbing a hand against his chin, his eyes drifted to Meissa when she suddenly decided now was as good as any other time to interrupt. Finally emerging from her silent talk with Malleus. It was no surprise he knew many of their names by heart. While he didn't bother about the general student population, there was something necessary in remembering those of people he was going to start a war with. Important enough that he would actually put an effort into it. Shrugging as she started a small lecture, he settled himself into place as she ordered a circle to be formed. No big, it was just a shape. Basis geometry, and he was one of the first few who moved to obey that order. Brushing his fringe away from his face, he tucked a stray lock behind his ear as he observed the rest. A smile resting lazily on his lips, as per his normal fashion, he waited for the meeting to start, wisely deciding to keep his mouth shut instead of saying anything. It seemed anyone who talked had gotten themselves into some sort of trouble in this meeting alone.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/size][/justify]

[DAWSON ANNE VERESAK]

Dawson continued to watch as Argus picked his fight with Meissa, but that's all she did was watch, and then came the time for her to narrow her eyes slightly as Argus took off out of the clearing and disappeared in the air. Just as this was happening someone walked up behind her, speaking to her and calling her beautiful. Sure she'd gotten comments like that, but really, at a meeting? Rolling her eyes slightly she turned to the person, noticing the face of Issac Goyle, who probably didn't even know her name, and then turned away. Of course it was Issac.

So Dawson stood there silently, waiting patiently for Meissa and Malleus to finish up and begin the meeting. She didn't mind though. Waiting was usual for her. After all, for her entire life time she had been waiting to become a death eater, and here she was, only a little longer to wait and her dream would be fullfilled.

Issac stalked off, Dawson's eyes following, watching as he started another dispute amoung the circle of death eaters. Did he think little of being a death eater? And did his sister think little enough to come to a meeting for reasons as he had? Only more obvious?

Another voice came from beside Dawson and she turned, a small smile on her lips, and nodded slightly to Jasper in greeting. "Hullo Jasper." He was a fellow Slytherin and she respected him. After all, it wasn't like he'd tried to get in her pants like many others.

Her eyes moved back to the spectical unfolding before everyone and just as she did Meissa's voice was loud enough for everyone to hear, and another smile settled over her lips. Finally with the two disputes behind everyone, thank goodness for the first, the second was a waste of time, Meissa looked ready to begin and Dawson's eyes fell onto to the Riddle.

It was time and she shut her eyes briefly before opening them back to the woman she respected greatly and was loyal to, even as a death eater in training. She wanted to be like Meissa in ways, but tha would never happen, so she settled on doing what she had for months. Waiting for her time to become a death eater and attending every meeting and watching the person who had developed to being her role model and she watched her again tonight, interest held high.

[SEMELLA ECHO RIDDLE]

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It'd been several months since Semella had chosen to attend a DE meeting. Generally, her sister would inform her of where and when with the simple knowledge that her three minute younger twin would not appear. Meetings such as this were more than trivial to the youngest Riddle, mind numbing just as their goal was. Thoughts Semella had shared with no one, knowing what sort of betrayel they entailed. It was odd, being the only being alive that could truly shirk Death Eater duties without any serious consequences. Granted, either her brother or sister would have some harsh words with her, informing her of her duty and what she was to do for their father and for their name. She'd nod solemnly, taking in all they said while in her gut she'd rather be off traveling the world and finding something new each day than bothering with death and torture everyday as she had since her birth. Glancing from side to side for a moment, her harsh, deep green eyes scanning every detail surrounding her, Semella apparated to the evenings appointed meeting place. Why she chose to appear at this point after having been absent so often? Many of the new comers did not believe the youngest Riddle have power, to hold the skill that her father held. When Messy had informed her of such falsehoods Semella had made it a personal vendetta to appear at this meeting. To show the maggots that chose to toss their lives into their laps just how cruel and powerful she could be. She did not do well with rumors or stupidity. Whether or not this was a trick planned by her sister to have her appear, Semella did not particularly care; there would be blood this night.

Closing her eyes for a few moments, focusing on the Graveyard without any effort whatsoever. Soon there was a crack in her ears, her body twirling and tumbling within itself before she landed delicately upon her feet outside her destination. Perfect she thought as she walked through the wrought iron gate, twirling her wand inbetween her slender fingers. There were already quite a few people in the surrounding area, idiotic banter pulsing through her as she entered the circle, spotting her sister with little effort. Twin Telepathy many called it, neither of them had attempted to care for the label; they were always just a glance away it seemed. Sister. She said cooly, her eyes holding the promise of the anger she felt. Though her actions appeared calm and collected; as any well trained Riddle knew how to do. Noting the fight that her sister had swiftly bitten into Semella smirked gently to herself, wondering what sort of satisfaction such petty arguments brought these amateurs. True, Semella did not care for the Death Eater lifestyle personally; but no one could say she wasn't excellent at it. Catching the Goyle siblings with her eyes she sneered ever so slightly. I suggest both of you stay in the shadows tonight. She murmered, her eyes violent though her words sounded calm despite their threatening tinge. I am certain that if my sister's words do not stop such petty things, I will do so in a much more unpleasant manner.

[/b] On that note she walked past them, one last glance at Samira Goyle and her brother, enough to make them stop and think at the very least. Noting Geoffrey's presence she tossed him a look of distaste. Why, Geoffrey, I was certain you had better taste.[/b] Were the only words she spoke, regarding the scantilly clad female at his side.

Without another mention of the pathetic brawl or it's origin Semella approached Meissa, nodding her head slowly that she had appeared despite her inate distaste for such events. There had better be something of great importance this time around.[/b] She said slowly, still twirling her wand while the light breeze whipped her silk, smooth hair about her face; framing her violently green eyes without her even noticing. An epiphany or something of the sort. Her tone was light, as if she were trying to keep herself from spewing the most disgustingly violent spells she had at the first person to step in her way. Semella did not take being condescended lightly. She knew of her skill, of her power, and she knew of her upbringing; the things she and Meissa had done as children were things neither spoke of. Some of which worse than violence they'd participated in whilst being adults. They were just .... something they could not deal with without having some sort of muggle drug in their system. Shaking such memories from her mind Semella glanced over their band of death eaters mingling about; sexual tension and anger pulsing through the group like a fungus.

There were a few she recognized from their recruiting moments, few that she had never seen before, and a few that she herself and brought in. Witches and Wizards with no semblence of a future so she'd handed them one, directing them to her sister to make them official and such. Semella did not place the dark mark on others; considering that was a choice she'd never had. Glancing down at her arm Semella noted the familiar dark tattoo pressed deep into her skin, remembering the day their mother had insisted her children must bare such a thing on their arm. Utter insanity. Of course, anyone who had considered Bellatrix Lestrange sane had an entirely unrealistic outlook on life. I suggest they do not cross me Meissa, I'm in no mood for them to test my power; I will show them.[/i] Semella informed her sister, holding onto her eyes while her voice filled her twin's mind. Some things were too vital for anyone else to hear.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

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[/b] Meissa was all too aware of the impression her oldest friend had on those that were not close to him, and no matter how she tried, it would always be a more lasting and chilling impression than a diminutive young woman could ever create.

When the dark haired girl that resembled herself loosely reached her, after fueling the altercation that was taking place below them, she fixed a smirk on her lips at the words she spat at Geoffrey, though she said nothing and one eyebrow was already raising towards her hair line as the slightly younger Riddle sister drew equal with her on the steps of the grave that marked the final resting place of their filthy muggle yet distinguished ancestors. With pursed lips that clearly conveyed her annoyance at the rude interruption and the way in which her sister had spoken towards her, she turned glittering green eyes, alight with indignation upon her How kind of you to gift us with your presence sister there was an uncommon coolness to her words as she did not break eye contact with the taller girl, We will so try not to be a waste to your oh so precious time the scathing words slipped easily from her lips. Together they shared many a hatred but one of the most prominent of these was the hatred of those that did not respect them. The condescending and arrogant tone in which Semella had addressed Meissa was not acceptable, and the eldest sibling would make such a factor clear, by any means. If she were younger she may have lead with something slightly more childish; a greeting that involved her pet name for her twin, S'mella, but in such a situation she was held up with reverence by those in the circle around her, and petty sibling quarrels were something she had only moments ago chastised.

It was not a rare occurrence for Meissa to act in such a way when there was anger bubbling furiously inside the body of another, especially her sister, no matter how hard she tried to shake it, there would always be sibling rivalry and with no explanation for the dark girls anger then she would dismiss it as a childish mood swing that would soon pass over them a like a storm cloud. Softening her eyes slightly she glanced back at her sister Rudeness is not something girls like us should entertain Semella darling she knew her sister would be infuriated at her reaction, but there were places for people like them in this world, and they needed to remember that there's was equal. Now before we stood down to the level of the Goyle's I suggest we leave the subject alone, and that was that, with those words she had turned back to the crowd below her and was regarding them with a sombre stare that was laced with an innate ice ice she couldn't control.

Now if you are quite done we have business to attend to her words held little doubt that if you did not believe to be finished then she would have no qualms in blasting you through an ancient crumbling grave stone which would soon become your finally resting place. With her wand twirling lightly in her hands she gave an almost wicked smile at her congregation, all dripping from her every word. Now I feel it is time for a party there was a sly look about her face that plainly stated there was a plan swirling around that incessant brain of hers, over drinks a few days ago, herself and Malleus had pinpointed the annual Halloween celebration to be the perfect place for their feelings to become heard, clear and unignorable, what was even more delicious was the setting of such a ball. I hope you all have your costumes, you shall be going to the ball, with words that would only be ambiguous to an idiot she flashed a small smirk at the man by her side.

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[/SIZE]here was a DE meeting that night, and Ismene knew it. She also knew that she was going to end up being late. Probably or possibly not the smartest thing to do. But, she couldn't really help it. She had been caught up in some things back home, some things she couldn't really get away without doing. But, she hoped that with being late, she would get some attention that way. Though hopefully not the bad kind. But was there really a bad kind when it came to her? The answer to that was a likely no, as long as she wasn't in trouble or opened her mouth. Ismene could be a nasty bitch, and anyone who knew her knew that, and sometimes she opened her mouth and said the wrong thing to the wrong person. But more often than not, she tried to hold her tongue when it came to those people. Walking into her bedroom, she had grabbed a denim romper and threw it on. It definitely accentuated her features, the features she had gotten inhanced for one of her last birthdays. She threw on a pair of her heels, this time being a pair of peep toe ankle boots and a jacket. She looked down a tthe wrist that bore the traditional DE marking. The skull and snake. But, not many noticed it, though she often got away with wearing very little. And the reason was none other than the fact that she already had several tattoos, that unless you were looking for it or staring directly at the inside of Issy's wrist, you would think it was only another tattoo. Something she was happy to get away with, though happy to bear it.

Dressed and ready to leave, Ismene apparated from her room to the cemetary that was used for the Death Eater's meetings. She had never been quite sure if she liked the place or not. She figured it all just depended on her mood. It was good for privacy, because it was rarely in use besides them. But it also housed dead bodies, probably not her favourite. Appearing there, she found that indeed, she was most definitely late. Ismene made her way towards the group. Standing there now, she knew it would be impolite of her if she was tonot apologize. "Hello guys, I apologize for running late. It was not my intention," She said swiftly though politely. Yes, she knew who to be polite to, who deserved it, and who didn't. Ismene really didn't care about half of the people there with her, what she said to them or anything else. However, there were others that deserved it. And so, none the less did she apologize. She then turned silent, for she was awaiting Meissa to continue on, to possibly be told off. Yes, she was expecting it. But it didn't phase her or anything else. She didn't show up late often if at all. So it wasn't as if her tardiness was an ongoing thing that deserved harsh punishment. But she also noticed that the other Riddle girl was there, Semella. Not often did she show her face here at a meeting, though tonight there she was.
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[adam]

This certain day seemed to be everlasting. He had been up since 3 a.m., he was needed in to do some questioning. Fortunately, he had got a confession and the man was taken to Azkaban. Caden had planned to go home to get a few more hours of sleep, but then he had been called out into the field for a raid. He normally didn't go out into the field with the other aurors, since he did a lot of the paperwork, but they needed his supervision on this case. So he was out of the ministry for a few hours, and finally got back at about noon. He decided he needed to have a lunch break, so he went out to eat for a half hour, and when he got back it was time to train in the auror trainees. Sometimes it made him laugh to see them fight. They were like first years at Hogwarts, fresh meat that could be killed in battle in an instant. Perhaps they were so hesitant because he was in the room, watching their every move. He was widely feared among all of the aurors, even those who trusted him. It was easy to earn respect with these people, when it was all based off of fear. Fear was what he thrived on, what he lived for.

Now it was nearly 8 p.m. and he was still doing paperwork for a particular case. He had accidentally killed someone in battle only a few nights previously...at least, everyone thought it was an accident. The house they were raiding had been abandoned for years, but there were criminals hiding there, their own safe-haven. As soon as they had been found out, curses and hexes were thrown about the old three story house. Such an old building could not withstand all of those spells, and it collapsed. One of them had gotten crushed under a wardrobe, and couldn't move. Fortunately for Caden, he was the only one that was around to see the man. With a smile, he lifted his wand towards the man. The man started to plead softly, to be merciful. Cadenriel could only laugh at the plea. He was everything but merciful. A green flash lit up the corner of the crumbled house, and soon later everyone had left. No one thought to check to see how he had been killed, but even if they did they wouldn't find any magical trace. Caden was good at hiding his tracks.

As the light in his office flickered, he noticed that all other lights had gone out. Everyone had left for the night, except him. He sighed, and continued to write. A moment later his skin began to boil, and a surge of pain ran through his entire body. He tightened his left fist, and rolled up his sleeve. The dark mark was moving, the snake slipping in and out of the skull as it shimmered. His sister was calling for a meeting, again. To him they were utterly pointless. Everyone but him was and his sisters was a child. Most not even out of school yet. There were few that were older than him, and even they were immature for their age. The Riddles had been brought up to be strategic and full of wit. They did not let their emotions get in the way of what needed to be done. Unlike them, the other Death Eaters let their emotions get in the way of their plans. Their meetings were not for socializing or for fighting. And it seemed that all of them thought that they were friends. No. Caden cared about none of them. He'd rather have someone loyal to his father than have a person that loved him.

Caden continued to work, even though the mark was still burning, even after 5 minutes. When his father was still in power, if you did not show up to a meeting it was considered traitorous. There was no such thing as being "fashionably late" either. But he had better things to do than go to a stupid meeting where nothing is accomplished. Even though he hated the meetings, he would still go. He wasn't like Semella, he wouldn't totally skip the meetings. He had doubts about his sister actually wanting to be a Death Eater. She never liked their father, confessed it too. He had his work cut out for him with her. After finishing the paperwork he filed it away, and grabbed his cloak. He searched the room for everything he needed, and when he was satisfied he apparated to the meeting place, black smoke surrounding his body. He opened his eyes to see the meeting already in progress. If there had been fighting like the one last time, it had been stopped. Silence filled the graveyard as he walked forward and stood next to his sister, Meissa. "I hope that everything is going smoothly" he spoke to her, but not looking down at her. His eyes scanned the circle of Death Eaters. All children, all weak.

[MALLEUS MALEFICA]

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YOU SING JUST LIKE UNCAGED BIRDS

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What was it with the youth in this group that made them feel like they could just bicker and argue every opportunity they got? That was the problem with a group like the Death Eaters, especially when their members were so young. Just the slightest amount of arrogance mixed with the determination of them all caused such an explosive reaction amongst their numbers. It was rapidly becoming an issue, considering that they spent more time fighting each other in these little 'meetings', than they did actually out on the field fighting the enemy, the reason the Death Eaters still stood strong. However, if it carried on the way it was going, their strength would collapse from the inside, leaving them all weak and vulnerable. They were a team, and they needed to work as a team in order to defeat their enemies.

With Meissa's calming touch no longer ebbing away his anger, Malleus felt his blood begin to boil once again. It was strange how all it took was any kind of contact from her, and he was in a whole other planet, one where nothing could fuel his emotions, one where he was a calm, centered human being that didn't feel the need to tear the heads off of anybody within a ten feet radius of his shaking hands. Which, incidentally, was exactly what he wanted to do now. There was something about the Goyle boy that antagonised Mal beyond reason. Maybe it was the fact that he was so pig-headed, or that when he thought he was doing what was right, it was just pure selfishness. He was the worst kind of child here. If only he could teach the little bastard a lesson, one he would never forget, he wouldn't feel like such a hotshot after that.

Now, however, Malleus simply blocked him from his mind, stepping up to Meissa's side, where her words rang from her mouth with authority and power, silencing very person standing in the circle. Before long, another member of the Riddle family appeared. Samella. After growing up with Meissa, he knew every member of her family well, almost as good as Meissa herself, and though Samella was a nice enough person that he got along with, he also knew that when she was in a mood, nothing should get in her way. She was like a titan that would crush any in her path, putting them far, far into the ground. It was an entertaining prospect to watch.

As Meissa and Samella spoke in hushed tones, Malleus turned on the rest of the Death Eaters, deciding to take point as Second-in-command while they did so. "What exactly makes you think that fighting amongst each other in such a way is going to help our cause?" He called out, putting just as much authority into his voice as Meissa had done moments ago, "If we do not unite as one, and take on the enemy as a whole, they will tear us apart from the inside out!" Though his words were mostly aimed at the Goyle's, he addressed everyone. It wasn't merely a sibling battle that took place, it was a foreshadowing. If they were to get away with it, then who knew who would try it next? And to whom also. Before long, even the newest of members would attempt to question Meissa or Malleus. That would not do. It was time to bite this in the arse before it got out of control. "For those of you who witnessed the beginning of this night, that is an example of what will ensue should any of you cross us again," He said, his voice taking a threatening form, "Except there will be no surprises next time... Escape won't even have time to cross your mind before you feel the wrath of our wands."

His temper was rising, but his words remained calm. It was a technique Malleus had discovered not too long ago. Calm, threatening words can be just as intimidating as the same being screamed, if not, more so. Finally, Meissa emerged from her conversation with Samella, yet again addressing the group before them. She spoke of the plan they came up with the other day, the plan to make their intentions clear at the annual Hogwart's Halloween Ball. A smirk crossed his face as he saw the reactions from others in the circle, excitement and anxiety crossing their faces simultaneously. Turning his head to the left, his eyes met Meissa's, he smirk matching hers, as if they were looking in a mirror. While everyone was distracted with murmurs of the upcoming event, Mal flashed the tip of his tongue through his pursed lips, very subtly sticking his tongue out at her, a sign of pride over their plan.

Suddenly, two bodies appeared almost at the same time. The first, a mere follower, female, that went by the name of Ismene. She was usually the type to show up on time, and do exactly as she was supposed. Unfortunately for her though, they had just been setting an example of the rest. Taking a step forward, Malleus looked her dead in the eyes. "I suggest you take your place amongst the others before I have that loose tongue of yours on display," He spat, pure venom in his words. The other person to arrive, just so happened to be the last person he expected to see. It was the Death Eaters very own double agent, Cadenriel. He was the Head of the Aurors, and a Death Eater at heart. The irony dripped from his every word as he spoke, considered that over half of his employees were members of the Order, their sworn enemies. Stepping back to Meissa's side, he nodded at Caden, showing his mutual respect for the man. Being another of the Riddle clan, Mal was all too familiar with him, also getting to know him while growing up with Meissa.

[nicole]

<sub>nicole woke up to an insane burning in her leg. customarily, once you felt, or saw, the dark mark calling you to action, you were expected to show up immediately. the unspoken rule made sense, after all someone could be in danger, or something like that. unfortunately for who ever it was, nicole was in no hurry. at the time that she noticed her dark mark she was just waking up from a nap. which meant that she had to wake up, and get redressed, before she could go anywhere. after all nicole was pretty sure that meissa did not want her to show up only in her underwear, no matter how important it was.

even after taking her time and getting dressed before coming, when nicole walked into the cemetery she found herself to be relatively early. meissa was there of course, standing near the high alter; nicole has always liked meissa, there was something about the younger girl that nicole couldn’t help but enjoy. nicole would have to invite her over for tea some time soon. other then that the only other people in the area were james, someone nicole couldn’t help but recognizing from a mile away even with the change in his appearance, after all they spent nearly seven years of class together, and a younger girl whom nicole did not know personally but recognized all the same.

nicole did not usually attend these sorts of meetings by herself. large groups, or any group that involved more then another person not including her, made nicole nervous. so instead of walking further into the cemetery to join the party, nicole chose to remain in the shadows and picked the top of a nearby gravestone to act as her place to view the action from. after all, groups of people were very unpredictable. from where she was sitting she could see that there was a lot of action going on already. her former classmate was practically yelling at meissa about how they needed a new dark lord, or something ridiculous like that. he must have missed the memo that told them that meissa was unofficially the person they were all listening to now. oh well nicole thought to herself he’ll get what’s coming to him. nicole was confident in that.

the next person to join their little gathering was malleus malefica. another person that nicole enjoyed. mainly because his relationship with meissa reminded her of her relationship with dreyton. anyone who reminded nicole of her knight in shining armor was good in nicole’s book. even with the other male joining them, the argument seemed to ensue all the same. meissa stood up for herself, verbally putting her former classmate in place. it didn’t work though, words never seemed to work as well with males as it did with females. nicole figured it was because of their testosterone or whatever inclined them to fight. nicole herself wasn’t all too worried about the whole thing, after all now meissa had malleus on her side. two were always better then one.

if nicole were drinking something at the moment, she would have probably chocked on it at justin’s suggestion. he wanted to be dark lord? yeah right. there was no way that nicole was going to respect him as any sort of leader. attacking a girl, no matter how powerful they may be, was not something that made anyone respectable. in fact nicole found herself thinking less and less of him with each passing moment. with all the fighting and spells being flung around nicole was very glad that she had chosen not to join the group near the alter. within moments it was all over though, with justin dragging his tail behind him as he left. soon things would return to normal, nicole was sure of it, then she could go back home and finish the tasks she had intended to complete that night.

sadly her prediction did not turn out very well at all instead it was now her younger brother in law’s turn to make a fool out of himself. nicole shook her head and looked up at the sky. a part of nicole was actually starting to be glad that she was not pureblooded. they seemed to have a lot of anger issues. the fight between her brother and sister in law continued and nicole was starting to get annoyed. she really just wanted this whole thing to be over that way she could go home. nicole had a lot better things to do then sit around and watch children fight amongst themselves. this whole thing was starting to turn out to be a waste of time, and to think nicole thought she was going to be late and miss something. now she wished she was even later so that she could have missed the entire thing all together. nothing was going to get done if they continued to argue. the whole lot of them could be stuck out there all night. some how this was not a possibility that nicole would force herself to live with.

nicole was half tempted to simply silence them. after all it didn’t matter if they were arguing for not if no one could hear them. luckily, or unfortunately, for them meissa got to them before she could. what suprised nicole was the fact that meissa, decided to use her words to stop the insuing fight. warning them that they were not really needed and that she would have no reason to talk to them again if they were going to be this way. for once everyone seemed to get the picture and became quiet enough for meissa to tell them why they were all there.

the announcement caught nicole off guard. costumes? a ball? if meissa called them all there to invite them so some sort of social gathering nicole would be pretty pissed. after all she could have just sent out invitations on pretty parchment instead. nicole cleared her throat as she uncrossed her legs planting both of her feet on the ground before standing up. “a ball?” nicole repeated calmly even though on the inside she was anything but. she only knew of one ball going on at this time of year that involved wearing costumes, and that was hogwarts annual halloween ball. everyone was invited, nicole saw it as more of an open house then an actual ball. nicole hadn’t shown up to that occasion even when she had attended hogwarts. why, for what reason, did she have to go now?

there had to be a good reason. nicole reminded herself. they weren’t all usually together just to have a good time. there had to be some other motive. “why?” nicole said sounding more annoyed then she had intended to “if you don’t mind me asking.” nicole didn’t like people. if there was not a good reason for them to be going, then nicole would gladly count herself out.

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