Post by VICENTE LUCIEN MORTELLE III on Mar 5, 2014 22:52:09 GMT -8
Hogwarts, what a dispicable school. Placing purebloods with mudbloods, all of them milling about with one another. Making friendships with one another. Relationships. They all needed to stop, and his grandson's latest fling was setting the family up for disaster. He couldn't have that. Nor could he have Vincent's recent wife sniffing about the house. There are enough prophets in the family and he didn't need a bloody seer witnessing the downfall of the Mortelle bloodline. What Vicente needed was to pull Vincent back from the light and into the darkness. He needed his son back as he was too valuable to lose to the Order. For years the Mortelle's have followed the footsteps of the true Pureblood lines and he was not going to let Vincent pull out now. But the blood wasn't going to be on his hands, not this time.
The Slytherin Common Room was easy enough to find. The dark and dank halls of Hogwarts reeked of adolescent hormones and he could pinpoint every single individual roaming the halls. The smell was atrocious and he winced at a couple making out in the long corridor of the dungeons. It was disgusting what the staff of this school allowed the students to get away with. Such a shame for such possibilities to be let go down that road. Waiting in the shadows he listened quietly for the password.
Upon entrance to the common room, he lurked in the darkness. Curfew was quickly approaching and he'd beable to wait out any student, except maybe Joram. He would get to that eventually. Seventh year, blonde, muscular in build. Kieran. According to Joram he smelt like the outdoors. At least that was what the leather bound journal stated. A smile came across his face as he watched the said description walk into the room. Still the common room was empty. What luck was this to have his tarrget lined in his sights. Strumming his fingers on the wall, his violet eyes watched Finn move up the stairs, and slowly he began to follow.
Still keeping to the black, he slipped up and pushed the door open and slipped into the room silently. "Hello Finn Kieran. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to come with me. We can do this the civil way, the easy way, or the hard way. That is entirely up to you." The same violet eyes Joram had met the green and gold orbs of his hostage. "But please, I'd rather not have to damage the goods." Popping his knuckles Vicente was ready for anything, so instead he forced the door shut, silenced it and locked it securely. "That and I'd rather not use an unforgivable on Hogwarts grounds. It's frowned upon."