Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2014 19:10:47 GMT -8
Zeke starred into the low fire, the Floo Powder in his hand as he exhaled slowly; his heart rate was steady and smooth, but yet he felt… concern? Angst? He was unsure of how to describe his feelings; he wasn’t use to having them if he was being completely honest with himself. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know his destination, it was the last place he had ever been allowed to be himself; the place where his original self had, in a sense, died. Zeke can remember the moment vibrantly as if it had just happened to him two days ago…
It was graduation day, he had just kissed his mum goodbye and told her he would see her in the morning. He made it to his room and swung his door closed, but before the door had even made contact with the frame they had converged on him; Death Eaters. His wand was flying across the room before his hand even had a chance to move towards it, his muscles tensed instantly as he dropped to the floor, one of the Death Eaters hand covered Zeke’s mouth as the other Death Eater simply muttered ”Crucio”
The pain was instantaneous and unbearable; he’d experienced the curse during training sessions with fellow house-mates, but never to this degree. Zeke had never experienced pain to this level, and just as Zeke thought that the pain couldn’t get any worse, it would increase as if the caster had just turned it up to another level. But, despite all the pain, the only thing that went through Zeke’s head was admiration, he was impressed by the caster’s skill to be able to produce this curse as strong as they could. A smile had crept across Zeke’s lips just as the pain finally took over and he slipped into the darkness.
Zeke was forced back to reality as a hand was placed on his shoulder, “It’s time; you’re ready.” The words were comforting in a way, it was their way of giving him a pep talk and letting him know that his training was complete.
“I know.” was Zeke’s only reply; he’d learnt that words weren’t important, they were over used, and that actions were the only universal language; and the only things that mattered. The other Death Eater reached into their cloak and pulled out a small silver mask and offered it to Zeke; Zeke reached out and accepted it with an appreciative nod. Not the nod that someone would give a superior, No. These were not Zeke’s superiors, he was their equal now; he had earned that right.
Zeke placed the mask over his face adjusting it so that it was completely secure. “Hogshead.” He said flatly and clearly as he tossed the floo powder into the fireplace as he stepped into the flames and a moment later he stepped out of the fireplace that was located inside the small, seedy bar that was located in the darker side of Hogsmeade. The room was full of students, prospects, potential death eaters. The room was full of Zeke’s soliders, the soliders that he would groom for his Dark Lord. The soliders that he would turn into killers, “Good Evening Students, I am your new instructor in the dark arts.”