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‘the master p u p p e t e e r || VALERIAN Feb 22, 2013 22:30:58 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2013 22:30:58 GMT -8

She had heard angry voices. In her mind, angry voices were the source of danger. Angry voices led to angry actions and angry actions were not to be tolerated. Hadley had been near the quidditch suites in the morning, reading the bulletin board that was near the beginning of the hallway when she heard them. Screaming in her room. Violent screaming. She couldn’t understand exactly what they were saying, but she knew more than well the sounds that a dispute produced. Hadley moved forward, her fingertips grazing against the side of the wall as she approached the door to Bellatrix’s suite. Things were continuing to get loud, their voices becoming more and more raised.

It was then that the door flew open and Hadley felt herself involuntarily throw herself against the side of the wall. She pushed her head down, trying to avoid eye-contact with whoever it was as they walked past her. But curiosity got the best of her and she raised her light eyes to stare at the man that had exited Bells’ room. It was Valerian Maxwell - a very angry looking Valerian Maxwell. It was then that she turned toward the door and found herself staring at Bellatrix who was in the doorway, ”What are you looking at, loser?”

[/b] Bellatrix spat as she stared at the silent girl that was pressed against the side of the cool walls of the dungeon.

Hadley couldn’t answer. She didn’t dare answer. All she could do was stare at the marks that were across Bellatrix’s arms. The bruises that looked like they were fresh. She could practically see the pads of fingers across her body where someone had brutally grabbed her, ”He hurt you.”[/b] She stated matter-of-factly, taking a stride toward Bellatrix and grabbed her wrist with her fingertips. She turned it over in her hand, looking at all the purplish marks that were around her arms.

Bells was stunned when the strange girl grabbed her wrists. So stunned that she couldn’t move for a moment. She had heard tell of the way that Hadley would obsess over girls, and quite frankly, she thought that the young lady was a lesbian. That was the only thing that would explain her frank obsession with other women. The realization of what was going on suddenly dawned on her and she yanked her hands away, taking a step backwards and grabbing the side of her door, ”Get the hell away from me, Greer. And mind your own fucking business.”[/b]

It was then that she slammed the door in Haddie’s face and left her standing there, head cocked slightly to the side in hideous intrigue.

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A chill ran down her spine as she saw the man approaching down the hallway. It was too late for him to be out, but perfect for her, especially knowing what he had done to Bellatrix just this morning. She could feel the anxious excitement filling her veins as he came closer, his shoes clicking against the tiled pavement of the corridor’s hallways. Finally, he came close enough and Hadley moved forward slightly so that she could be seen and stop him dead in his tracks.

”You shouldn’t be here.”[/b] Hadley breathed as she stepped out of the shadows, her hands flexing to and fro as she clenched her fists. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do; just like Zeke she knew that Valerian would probably be able to out-duel her, but there was a small part of her that knew that she had the upper hand in that moment. She had the element of surprise and sometimes - the element of surprise was what won the battles, ”Especially after what you did to her.”[/b] Hadley hoped that Valerian would know exactly what she was talking about because she wasn’t in the mood to explain it. Her hands flinched again, clenching themselves in preparation. She wanted to wrap her hands around his neck and strangle him for what he had done to the eldest Black daughter. She had seen the bruises. She knew every word that they had shouted at each other that morning. And she knew that he deserved to be punished. His actions could not go without consequence. No matter the fact that he was far older and far stronger than she was - she had to do what she had to do.

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‘the master p u p p e t e e r || VALERIAN Feb 27, 2013 5:18:54 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2013 5:18:54 GMT -8

Valerian was still seething after his confrontation with Bellatrix, he couldn't believe the audacity that this girl had to step in front of him and tell him that he wasn’t allowed to be here. “Excuse me?” He snapped at her with a nasty tone to his voice, “But I can be anyplace I damn well please.” Valerian looked over the girl, her robe had the emerald snake on it which of course meant that she was in Valerian alma mater of Slytherin. However, he had never seen this girl before and almost all of the Slytherins were legacies at least on one side of their family; having a non-legacy selection into Slytherin was very rare indeed. Valerian furrowed his eyebrows wondering exactly who she was, he could hear the name Greer come out of her mind and he thought about that name, trying to figure out if he had heard of the Greer bloodline. The only Greer he knew of was the Auror Charles Greer, but he had been a bloody Gryffindor. There was no way that Charles Greer’s daughter could end up a Slytherin, is there?

Valerian’s thought process was interrupted as this Greer child spoke again, talking about what he had done to her. He stared at her, wondering what the hell she was talking about. Before seeing her eavesdropping on his and Bellatrix’s conversation that morning. “Curosity killed the cat, you know.” He said flatly, his voice filled with deadly intention. He noticed her clinching and uncliniching her fists, and began to wonder if this little girl was really contemplating trying to hurt him; the thought almost made him laugh. “First, if you are planning on attacking me, you should have done it before I noticed you. Your element of surprise is now gone, and I assure you that you stand no chance against me in a duel. Secondly, I did not hurt Bellatrix, as much as I may have wanted to; regrettably she is protected right now by people that I must listen to. If I were to harm her, it would make life…unpleasant for me.” Valerian was not referring to Zeke, and while the Dark Lord was included in his ‘people that he must listen to’ he was not the person that he was most concerned about. Astrid would be furious with Valerian if he harmed Bellatrix because of how their son felt about her; and that was something that even a trained politician like Valerian would not be able to handle. “But explain this to me, how does the daughter of a half-blooded Gryffindor end up in the Slytherin house?” He quirked a brow at her, knowing that he was now putting her on the defensive. Valerian dove deeper into the girls mind, trying to figure out exactly what her story was, and then he suddenly came to a very prominent memory. It was a man that was strangling a woman while she watched; her could feel how emotionally distraught the vision made her. It upset her a great deal, and he could sense that the woman was her mother; but she kept staring at the man… she knew him, he was important to her… and then it dawned on him. “He was your Father.” Valerian spoke aloud, staring right at Hadley. “The man that strangled your mother was your Father… not Charles Greer… Valerian continued to think aloud, letting Hadley know that he knew exactly what he was talking about; “Which means you’re a filthy mug-blood.” He snapped at her. Valerian couldn’t figure out how this could happen to his most noble house? How could the sorting hat put a wretched mug-blood into the house that was reserved for only the purest blood lines? Valerian’s initial thought was to cleanse his house with a one quick and final hex… but then another thought crossed his mind. Technically, it was her mind; he saw the vision of her and Zeke watching the stars, and the feelings that she had felt towards his son. She had been able to establish some sort of communication with Zeke and was able to get fairly close to him. Suddenly, she seemed extremely useful to the Maxwell Patriarch. “How do you think the rest of your house would react if they were to find out about your little… I mean, our little secret.”

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‘the master p u p p e t e e r || VALERIAN Feb 27, 2013 20:38:15 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2013 20:38:15 GMT -8

He was violently angry, that was the first thing that Hadley managed to collect based on the tone that he was giving her. The way that his eyes scanned over her robes made her slightly uncomfortable and she grabbed the lapels of the emerald robe and pulled it tighter around her, determined to keep her cool. He was obviously trying to figure out if she was worthy of the house name, or whether she was expendable. Hadley’s insides were practically growling in anger as she watched him eye her even more carefully...no doubt wondering what she thought she was doing here tonight, ”Parents are supposed to stay with their children during the weekend.”

[/b] She said, her voice low, head cocked slightly to the side in curiosity. Surely Valerian knew that he was not supposed to be lurking around the castle by himself, especially not in the Slytherin Girls’ dorm. She could only imagine what would happen should someone find out where Val had been this morning. ‘There,’ She thought to herself, relaxing slightly, ’At least I have a bit of leverage.’ But she knew that it was not going to be enough to pull one over on the strong and talented wizard that now stood in front of her.

”Good thing I’m not a feline,”[/b] Hadley countered and made her stance slightly more defensive, bending her knees slightly. She knew that in terms of magic she was far outmatched when it came to Valerian. She cocked her head to the side, determined to remain unfazed by the man that was apparently trying to scare her into pulling away from the situation. It wasn’t in Hadley Greer to turn away from confrontation, especially not when it was someone like Mr. Maxwell. He was a walking woman-abuser and she could see it in his eyes - how much he wanted to hurt Bellatrix. How much he wanted to hurt her.

Daughter of a half-blooded Gryffindor. The words rang out through her head and should have sounded some sort of warning bell for Hadley, but she was much too focused on the task at hand to pay it any attention, ”Charm, luck, a certain warranted death with for every man that comes within a five foot radius of me?”[/b] Hadley looked down at the space that was between them; it wasn’t very much, just further enhancing her point.

Her father? He really had no idea what he was talking about. The man that had helped create her was no more a father to her than a random stranger on the side of the road. He was toxic and she wanted nothing to do with him...ever. If Valerian Maxwell thought that he knew anything about her, then he was absolutely wrong, ”Tell me, Maxwell. Do you think a father would rip their child of the only person that has ever truly cared for them? No,”[/b] She growled, ”Maybe you should get your facts right before you start throwing your information in other people’s faces.”[/b]

”I’m not filthy, you woman abusing-”[/b] Hadley lunged forward in that moment, grabbing his arm rather tightly as she glared at him from behind those piercing eyes of hers. He was threatening to tell the very secret that had kept her safe in her own house for all these years. She would be damned if she let him ruin her existence, ”You wouldn’t dare,”[/b] Hadley managed to breath, although she rather felt like she was choking. No one knew her secret and she was sure that she would be exiled even more than she already was if someone found out. She could only imagine what the people would say...how they would react. She - herself - had seen countless episodes of the Slytherins pranking and practically torturing the pathetic little mudbloods in the hallways and she had simply...stood there watching. No, Hadley Greer was not in her eyes at mudblood, she was a half-blood in her heart, ”Surely you wouldn’t use my mother’s murder to exploit me,”[/b] She growled, looking to her left to make sure that no one was coming down the corridor. She didn’t need this conversation to be overheard. Her pale eyes drifted back to Valerian, looking at the expression that was written on his face. It was almost terrifying the way that he was staring at her...as if she was all a part of some sort of grand scheme that he had in his head.

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‘the master p u p p e t e e r || VALERIAN Mar 5, 2013 9:15:13 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2013 9:15:13 GMT -8

Valerian lowered his glare at Hadley with a slight laugh, “Oh my heavens; what am I going to do? Please, don’t say you’re going to tell Dumbledore on me.” his voice was filled with sarcasm and mock terror. This annoying little girl thought that she could scare him with pathetic little threats about him being places he shouldn’t be; if she only knew the places he’d been lately, or the things that he’d seen and experienced in the past couple of months. Maybe then she would realize that her pathetic little comments about him not being somewhere he belonged had absolutely no effect on him what so ever. “Witches can die just the same.” Valerian said flatly, making it clear that the prospect of death had absolutely no effect on him what so ever. Valerian had seen people struck dead, and he was confident that he could do it himself.

Valerian was shocked by her emotional reaction; he could feel her every emotion crashing through her, her mind was like a roller coaster and he cocked his head. “He’s the man that pro-created with your mother. His sperm fertilized her egg; so that by definition makes him your Father. Don’t they teach you anything here at Hogwarts?” Valerian said flatly, his own emotions still reeling after feeling everything that Hadley had felt when he brought up what her mother’s murder. "Facts are merely opinions that are backed by the strongest person; so in this situation… I'm pretty sure my fact are accurate."

Valerian glared at Hadley and quickly yanked his arm free; "Do you dare touch me with your filthy mug-blooded hands." he snapped at Hadley. "And don't begin to assume what I will and will not do. Because I will tell you one thing that I will not do, and that is what my noble alma mater become infested with the likes of…you" He sneered the word at Hadley. He was disgusted by the thought that Hadley had been sorted into his house, how could the sorting hat let this happen? Did it have no respect for the noble house of Gant anymore? "I do not care about your mother's murder you pathetic little twit. There are few things in this world that I care about, and you're feeling towards your muggle mother and father are not one of them." Valerian was seething that she would dare tell him what to do, but he couldn't help but notice that she was terrified of him; terrified of the knowledge that he now possessed. Valerian quickly began going through the potential uses that she could have for Valerian; "Hmm… so exactly how important is it to you that this information not leak out to the rest of your house-mates, Ms. Greer?" Valerian voice was low and threatening, letting her know that she might not particularly like what he had in mind.

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‘the master p u p p e t e e r || VALERIAN Mar 6, 2013 19:48:55 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2013 19:48:55 GMT -8

Hadley was almost immediately stunned by the man. She had never felt so threatened since her father had been in her close proximity. The man was obviously dangerous, but also obviously fairly more well-trained than most of the students at Hogwarts. Normally she would have lashed out immediately and caught them with a quick right hook to their chin, but she had a feeling that that would be a bad idea with Mr. Maxwell. He was a dangerous man, of that much she was certain. Hadley cocked her head slightly to the side, mentally trying to figure out what she was dealing with. Did she have any options at this point? Or had she completely and utterly dug herself into a hole. ‘You really need to cut out this vigilante shite, you know that?’ She mentally scolded as she took an deliberate step backwards. It was futile and she knew it, but it at least eased her nerves a little bit, ”And I suppose that...well, Wizards can die as well.”

[/b] She managed to say, although her once confident airy and dangerous voice croaked in the end, letting it be known that she was indeed frightened of the man that stood in front of her.

She had cornered herself and she knew it. Every time she took an involuntary step backwards, she was going closer to the wall of the corridor. And - at that last step - she could feel the cool stones pressing into her back from her shirt. Hadley hated more than anything when people spoke about her father. He wasn’t a father he was a man that had betrayed her and her mother. He was a disgrace. He was nothing more than a face in the wind now...a face that if she ever saw again, she was going to murder with her own bare hands. He had stolen everything that she had ever cared about from her and she was not going to just...let that slide. She bit down on her lip, quite hard and she felt some blood trickle into the inside of her mouth. It was nasty and metallic and she immediately felt like spitting it up, but instead, she swallowed her own blood...she swallowed the pain, trying to hide it beneath that thick wall that she had built up over the years.

Hadley pressed her hands against the wall, taking a gulp as if she was struggling to find air. What this man was threatening to do to her was far worse than any physical punishment that she could have ever imagined. Although she loved her house and fit right in with the ideals that it stood for, if Valerian exposed her as being a mudblood then she would stand no chance against the men and women of the vicious house of Snake, ”You can’t tell anyone.”[/b] She breathed, knowing that she wasn’t in any position to negotiate with him, but also knowing that he seemed to be considering something. As long as she could keep that consideration fresh in his mind, perhaps she wouldn’t have to deal with the next year as a social outcast and homicidal target, ”No one can know.”[/b] She breathed, her voice low and breathy. Her pale eyes looked up and met Valerian’s clouded ones, as if she was trying to read his thoughts. But she knew better than that. He had her at a strict disadvantage here.

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