A Tale of Paramount Persuasion [Zeke]

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A Tale of Paramount Persuasion [Zeke] Dec 31, 2012 9:13:15 GMT -8

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Zeke took notice of Morgana’s shallow breathing, and gave her a coy smile; it was nice to know that he was having the same effect on her, that she was having on him. He felt the shivers tear through her body and gave her a slightly perplexed look, “Are you cold, Morgana?” Zeke lightly wrapped an arm around Morgana’s waist, securing her in place; unable to pull her any closer as their bodies were already pressed against one anothers. “They say that the best way to stay warm is to conserve body heat and find a way to produce friction.” Zeke whispered the words seductively into her ear, inhaling the wonderful scent of her hair; letting the moment overtake his senses.

Zeke’s body shuttered as he felt her tongue dart across his lower lip, he stretched his neck to try to capture her tongue between his lips and was slightly disapointed that her tongue had already disappeared back into her mouth. Zeke’s brows furrowed together slightly in frustration as he sucked his bottom lip in, trying to taste Morgana’s tongue that had been then just moments before. “Well, I always aim to please, Morgana. I’d be more than willing to demonstrate my talents for you, my lady.” Zeke’s voice was low and soft, almost purring the words to her. Zeke thought that his knees were going to give out on him as she nipped at his ear, he gave a low growl in his throat; “Now, Now. It’s not polite to tease Morgana.” he whispered into her ear, letting his breath graze across her ear as he pressed his body against hers, pressing her firmly against the wall, his hands lightly finding their way onto her hips as he slowly started to let his more animalistic emotions take over.

“I fear that you are drastically under-estimating your beauty.” Zeke whispered, continuing to let his breath brush against his exposed flesh. Zeke’s mind quickly went over his surroundings as he tried to figure out his exact location in the school, “The room of requirement is on the fourth floor, but the potions class is just around the corner, it should be vacant at this time of night.” Zeke’s eyes found Morgana’s with a lustful stare as she spoke of her private dueling studio, intrigued by the idea that their relationship might extend past tonight; he let out an audible gasp as she placed a feather light kiss on his collarbone, it was so soft it was practically unnoticable, but it had the correct effect on Zeke as his nerve endings errupted into a white hot blaze; he wanted to press his lips against hers, and pull her body even closer against his, he wanted to engulf her body with his arms and taste her lips that were teasing him, he took a breath as he tried to focus on the task at hand, which was finding a place for their private session, which he was hoping would continue down the current path “I guess the location is all going to depend on how loud you think our session might be?”

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A Tale of Paramount Persuasion [Zeke] Jan 2, 2013 14:35:36 GMT -8

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The muscular embrace of his warm flesh on her waist was more than welcome, and a mischievous grin extended across her delicate lips as she listened to his clever reasoning's. "You're quite right, I seem to have acquired a very disagreeable chill. I suppose we ought to test this supposed theory of yours...I would be most vexed were I to catch an ailment, you see." she whispered her agreement enticingly , her mouth hovering mere fractions of a centimeter above his Adams apple as she spoke. When his flushed breath hit the sensitive skin of her ear, she exhumed yet another barley audible sigh of repressed desire.

Morgana couldn't help but to observe how incredibly sexy he appeared as he sucked in his lower lip, the expression was proving to be an intoxicating aphrodisiac to her. She was sure that her facial mannerisms must be mimicking his at the moment, for she felt an overwhelming sense of obstructed temptation, a predicament that simply must be rapidly resolved. "I must admit how incredibly anxious I am to receive affirmation of your skill, you have most certainly manifested an appetite within me to ascertain your... capabilities." she countered, the fluttering in her stomach whipping at an intensely accelerated rate. Her back was pressed to the cold stone walls of the corridor, offering unwanted relief to the smoldering impression of skin on skin contact between herself and Zeke. Instead of heeding his comment on teasing, she utilized the opportunity to further her provoking stimulation. "Put I'm having such fun, Zeke" she muttered, before pressing her lips to his collarbone once more. She sucked on the impressionable skin in an especially gentle manner, as not to blemish the impeccably pristine expanse of flesh.

She felt a blush develop across her porcelain skin at Zeke's compliment, causing the air to momentarily halt in her throat once more. Her mind was becoming clouded with the inebriation of delightful lust, and as such she could not properly formulate a response to such an appreciation. Instead, she opted to leave a dainty trail of kisses from the slight indent at the base of his neck leading all the way to spot just behind his ear, before eventually heading for his mouth and placing the final ethereal peck on the very corner of his lips. "Potion's it is...lead the way, love." she replied in a faint and hardly existent voice. "As far as volume is concerned, perhaps a few well placed spells will prevent us from becoming too noticeable." Morgana reasoned quickly. Her physique was begging for relief from it's yearning to be caressed, and Zeke was just the ticket to manage her body's amounting frustration. He was sensual and handsome, charming and clever, and above all else, as passionate for the moment as she was.

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A Tale of Paramount Persuasion [Zeke] Jan 5, 2013 7:17:58 GMT -8

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Zeke could feel Morgana’s breath on his throat as it sent an electric charge through his entire body; he tighten his arms around her waist, engulfing her delicate frame inside of his muscular frame. Even though she was a couple years his elder, Zeke couldn’t help but feel like Morgana was a small child inside of his frame. “Well, what type of gentleman would I be if I let you catch an ailment? Although, I would most certainly offer you my services during your recovery process.” Zeke offered her a devilish and almost hungry grin before he nuzzled his nose softly against her ear.

Zeke looked over Morgana’s face as he soaked in the looks of lust and desire she was giving him, he leaned down placing his lips against the top of her earlobe, letting them brush across the flesh as he whispered, “Well, I am very anxious to prove myself to you and to ensure that you and your appetite is completely… satisfied.” Zeke drug out the final word letting the breath trickle over her ear lobe as he delicately traced it with the edge of his lips. He inhaled sharply as she sucked gently on his collarbone, his fingers dug instinctively into her as he pulled her tighter trying to give her better access to his collarbone. “Fun is… very enjoyable.” Zeke breathed breathlessly as his mind shut down, focusing only on the connection between Morgana’s lips and his skin.

Zeke felt himself go weak in the knees as all reasoning ability came to a sudden halt as she trailed kisses from the bottom of his throat to behind his ear; Zeke let out a low growl in the back of his throat, he adjusted his arms around Morgana’s waist and scooped her up into his arms effortlessly as he quickly stepped out of their hiding spot and with just a few strides found himself at the potions dungeon door, steading his grip he reached out with one hand and quickly opened the door, leaning against the door using their weight to open it. He kicked the door closed behind them and quickly pressed Morgana up against it; “Do we start my lessons now?” Zeke asked with a lustful edge to his voice, before pressing his lips against Morgana’s, engulfing hers with his own as he dug his fingers into her legs. Zeke could feel the passion and the lust overcoming him, he wanted this night and he needed to find a way to get his mind off of Bellatrix, he needed to find a way to clear his head about everything that she had done to him; how she had treated him and just used him to get by during her tiff with Rodolphus, he had meant nothing to her and now he would show her exactly how it felt; he’d find a way to make her feel the pain that he’d felt.

Zeke broke the kiss suddenly as the realization of what he was doing dawned on him, “I’m…I’m sorry. I don’t know if I can do this Morgana.” Zeke slowly lowered her to her feet, keeping eye contact the entire time with her; “It’s just… It’s just that I can’t do this.” Zeke said hastily as he took a step back from her, trying to force his body to cooperate with what his mind was telling it to do; “I still want your tutelage, if you’re still willing to offer it.” Zeke said with a slight bow of his head, hoping to try to save some semblance of a working relationship

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A Tale of Paramount Persuasion [Zeke] Jan 6, 2013 8:53:30 GMT -8

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One moment, Morgana's feet were firmly planted on the stable ground, and in an instant she was whisked into the air, Zeke's masculine form engulfing her own minuscule being. When finally her shoes were re-introduced to the floor, her environment was entirely different. A sense of recognition flooded her memory as she recalled the Potions classroom of her Alma Mater. She had ignored every single word that had left his inviting lips, and instead focused her attentions on the reality that his mouth was now covering hers in a rough, lustful kiss. She savored the sensation of his robust finger tips flexing coarsely into the exposed skin of her thigh, the sound of two hearts beating frantically filled her ears. And as suddenly as the libidinous and passionate interaction had begun, it came to a halting conclusion. For mere fractions of a minute, she entertained his vague justifications, though she quickly grew bored with his incompetent excuses.

With a simple roll of her eyes, she took several paces back from the boy, pulling her wand from it's disguised location in the garter across her thigh. Pointing it at the door, she wordlessly locked them in, and with a barley visible flick of her wrist had cast a silencing charm throughout the uninviting dungeon quadrant. "There's no need for trivial and inconsequential explanations, really. Perhaps I shouldn't have taken advantage of such a situation. It's rather impolite to play with your food, anyhow." she stated in an excruciatingly nonchalant manner, tucking the sense of rejection away in the crevices of her mentality. She would utilize it at a later time, malicious rage was the very best motivation for powerful dark magic, after all. An impending chill severed through her skin, sending a shiver up her spine, accompanied by tiny goose bumps. With another delicate and silent flick of her wand, she'd illuminated the room with both light and warmth. "I daresay by the end of this impromptu lesson, you'll regard me in a less than pleasant perspective. Unfortunately, if you want to play with the big kids, you'll need to learn the one and only rule of the game- there are no rules." she proclaimed, and without another word had her wand aimed directly at Zeke's figure.

In a forceful yet quietly maintained voice, she rapidly uttered "Crucio!". She continued to point her wand at the student below her, now inflicted with pain in a contorting pile on the floor. "It's absolutely excruciating, isn't it? You must realize that if you're planning on developing your skills in the dark arts, it is an all consuming lifestyle, not simply another trick-up-your-sleeve. The only way to learn such forbidden magic is to experience the effects first hand." she detailed, lifting the curse after a few meager moments had passed. This is how she had been taught by the Dark Lord himself, and she had inevitably thrived on such pain. It takes a special case of derangement to enjoy such physical agony, and to become comfortable and even jubilant with creating the anguish in another being. "I swear to you that I'm not forcing you to endure such practices to acquire some twisted semblance of vengeance. This is the only possible approach to obtain such knowledge as is required to properly utilize the forbidden curses, and other unsavory magic. Tell me now, do you wish to continue such education now that you know what it will entail? Chose wisely, for once you begin your instructions, their is absolutely no going back. Riddle requires infallible and never ending loyalty." Morgana questioned, preserving eye contact as to observe his honest sentiments on the subject.

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A Tale of Paramount Persuasion [Zeke] Jan 7, 2013 11:51:34 GMT -8

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Zeke arched an eyebrow at Morgana as she started to pace around him, he kept getting the vibe that she was mimicking a lion stalking her prey. He repressed the constant urge to pull his was out, knowing that he would stand no chance against Morgana, who was personally trained by Professor Tom Riddle in the dark arts. Zeke Maxwell only had a couple years of water downed Defense against the dark arts classes under his belt and he knew that there was no possible way for him to fend off any attack that she was willing to send his way. He listened as she explained about their impromptu lesson, "Morgana, I promise I would not take anything that happens during these lessons personally" He started to explain before she uttered the word.

Everything went dark. Zeke vaguely felt himself hit the ground, but the pain inflicted from the fall was nothing in comparison to the jarring white-hot pain that was coursing through his veins. He felt his muscles constricting as his body attempted to curl itself into the fedal position; the pain was unfathomable, he thought that his body would shut down at any second; there was no way he could withstand this. Even though he had only been under the curse for a few meager moments, to Zeke it had felt like an eternity; as if he had spent his entire life under the curse.

It wasn't until he gasped for breath that he realized he'd been unable to breathe during the crucitas curse. Zeke sucked in the air greedily, trying to fill his lungs in anticipation of a second wave from Morgana. He tried to scramble away as best as he could, but his leg muscles were still non-responsive; so Zeke did the only thing he could think of and pulled his wand as he sat up the best he could to face Morgana. As she offered Zeke the opportunity to quit the sessions his brain screamed for him to take it, but suddenly the mental image of Bellatrix Black on her wedding day looking at Rodolphus Lestrange flashed across his brain. Zeke gritted his teeth and exhaled slowly, forcing himself to his feet as he tucked his wand back into his pocket. ”Yes. I need to continue my sessions with you Morgana… I’m willing to endure whatever is required of me.” Zeke breathed into the air between them as he tried to prepare himself for whatever else she may have in store for him.

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A Tale of Paramount Persuasion [Zeke] Jan 10, 2013 10:57:50 GMT -8

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For those few, fleeting moments of indescribable gratification, Morgana's eyes emitted a luminous and vehement fire. A twisted, cruel pleasure enveloped her mentality, temporarily paralyzing all thought as Zeke's muscular form writhed helplessly on the dungeon ground, contorting into unimaginable silhouettes. The faint essence of a disturbed smile tugged at her pale lips, until an agonizing moan shattered the silence and effectively ended her transfixed state. With a swift flex of her wrist, the curse ceased to control the student, and she replaced her perversely ecstatic expression with a stoic and composed gaze. "How very...enlightening, Mr. Zeke Maxwell. I assure you, you're training will require vastly immeasurable amounts of perseverance and anguishing tolerance. However, should you complete each and every task to the highest of standards, you will be granted magical knowledge and authority beyond even your wildest fantasies." Morgana testified briefly.

As Zeke regained his proper wits and composed some semblance of a proper dueling stance, Morgana readied herself, standing tall and side long. "Shift your shoulders back at least 30 degrees, to minimize locations for possible spell contact. Keep your posture perfectly aligned, legs closer together now, to assure absolute balance No need to address the formalities of bowing, a drastically outdated and impractical ideology in my opinion." she proclaimed, at last satisfied with his position. Instead of aiming her wand at her apprentice and opponent, she let her gaze wander throughout the room. Spiders? No, those wouldn't do at all, a more robust organism was necessary for such procedures. Rats? No, no, too stealthy and unreliable for the practice session. Sighing, Morgana decided the most effective subject for such experiments would need to be conjured. With yet another silent, miniscule flicker of her delicate wrist, the perfect embodiment of a house elf appeared by her side. "I recall you mentioning that you yearn to comprehend and productively utilize the Killing Curse, however, this is the most difficult spell to master. Let us begin with the Cruciatus Curse, instead. Though less trying, it is still an ambitious and laborious bit of magic, and at the origins of your study might prove difficult to procure and maintain." she suggested, stepping back to allow Zeke the required expanse of space for his cardinal endeavors.

"The wands motion matters little in the case of such a curse, a typical semi-circle followed by a swift tap should suffice. The intricacies evolve from the emotion behind the verbalization. Focus on your deepest desire, as if you're attempting to initiate a patronus. Perhaps, your goal to become Minister of Magic, or a betrothal to the women of your wanting? Now, imagine you're most detested foe ripping everything you lust for from your hands. Let the rage sink in deep, slipping through your bones and landing in your very core. Let the malice and resentment consume your being, blinding you from your perceptions or morality. Once the bitter agitation blossoms to it's fullest extent, tunnel that obsession into your spell, and commence the Cruciatus Curse on this house elf." she concluded her lecture, stepping back to observe Zeke's reactions.

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A Tale of Paramount Persuasion [Zeke] Jan 11, 2013 8:33:20 GMT -8

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Zeke bowed his head humbly towards Morgana in a show of respect as she addressed him and told him that she would give him knowledge and authority beyond his wildest fantasies. But at this moment, the only fantasy Zeke had was being with Bellatrix Black; that was all that he truly wanted anymore, and he was willing to endure anything that he needed to endure in order to achieve that goal. “I will give you absolutely everything that I have within me during our sessions, Morgana.” Zeke replied to her with his head still hung humbly.

Zeke adjusted his stance exactly how she told him to, shifting his shoulders back thirty degrees and bringing his feet together to improve his balance. He was unsure as to whether or not he should raise his wand back at Morgana, afraid that if he were to raise his wand she would perceive it as an act of aggression. He cautiously raised his wand, assuming his new, and now improved, dueling stance as he faced Morgana. “If you feel that, that is the best course of action.” Zeke replied softly, as he eyed the house elf that had recently appeared.

The house elf did not move, it stood in place as if it were unafraid; but Zeke could read its eyes. It knew what was coming, it had probably experienced the cruciatus curse many times in its life; and it was trying to mentally prepare itself for the pain that Zeke was about to attempt to inflict on the poor being. He was unsure as to whether or not he was going to be able to actually go through with performing the curse, the house elf’s eyes were seemingly drilling into Zeke’s soul.

But Zeke listened to Morgana’s instructions, and he could picture Bellatrix dressed in a long white following wedding gown. The lace covering her the secret beauty of her green eyes, a beauty that only Zeke Maxwell had ever been able to truly understand and enjoy. He could almost smell the bouquet of vibrant red roses that she held in her hands, he could hear the hushed whispers as everyone talked about how beautiful she looked; everyone finally seeing what Zeke has seen all along. Zeke could almost feel the tears of joy starting to well up in his eyes as she got closer, step by step. Step… pause… step… pause… Step. The pace was agonizingly slow, but his heart fluttered with every step, increasing it’s rate as she got closer and closer… She finally reached the alter and she stuck her hand out to her husband for help up the stairs.

…But it wasn’t Zeke’s hand that reached back. It was Rodolphus LeStrange’s hand, dragging her up the alter, as she screamed for him to help her, she turned back to him as he sat in the front row of the chapel. “ZEKE! Save me!” She begged for him to save her as Rodolphus pulled her into an embrace, he could see the fear in her eyes. Her typically crazy green eyes, filling with fear; her beautiful eyes, the eyes that were reserved for only Zeke. Zeke’s own eyes started to fill with tears, as he could still see Bellatrix’s eyes filled with fear.

Slowly, her eyes started to fade and turn into the eyes of the house elf before him, and Zeke knew that this was only way he’d ever be able to save her. Her pleas still filled his head as he bit down and gritted his teeth, he sucked in a sharp ragged breath and swish his wand in a small circle before giving it a hard flick towards the house elf. ”CRUCIO” The voice that escaped Zeke’s lips was hardly his own, in fact, Zeke didn’t even recognize it.

The result, however, was instantaneous. The house elf dropped in writhing agony, and Zeke was amazed that he felt no remorse. None. He knew that the elf needed to be punished in order to save the love of his life, and there was nothing that Zeke was not willing to do in order to save Bellatrix.

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A Tale of Paramount Persuasion [Zeke] Jan 14, 2013 18:05:22 GMT -8

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Apprehension and uncertainty reflected from Zeke's clouded eyes at the preface of the curse rehearsal, two qualities that ought not be displayed by the recruits of Tom Marvolo Riddle. Such ambiguity could be forgiven if a herculean amount of talent could be discovered within the boy. Morgana waited in silent observation, leaning precariously against the desk of her archaic past potions master, Professor Horace Slughorn. Intertwining her arms over her chest in contemplation, she sought to anticipate the outcome of this students spell work based on the premise of his morphing expressions. She witnessed his trepidation shift first to utter contentment, before emanations of malice at last became fixated to his countenance. That's the precise vehement passion she had yearned to invoke, now to assess if Zeke's magical abilities were of superior quality.

A thunderous crack reverberated throughout the echoing classroom, and the instantaneous effects of the pupil's spell were visibly formidable. The delicate frame of the house elf collapsed, colliding frantically with the stone floor. The creature elicited one anguishing lament after another, ineffectual pleas for dissolution and death. The fragile body of the being contorted into countless inconceivable configurements, all at the callous hands of the young Mr. Maxwell. Obviously, the curse had been adequate, but Morgana discerned that the dynamic was indeed elementary, it was in imperative need of more vigor, more delirium. When Zeke swiftly ceased the magical connection, he appeared a bit pallid and drained of stamina. Of course, such a reaction was to be expected from the premier utilization of an Unforgiveable Curse. She took a few concentrated moments to conceive the cardinal form of critique, before expressing her hypothesis on the students methods.

"A satisfactory result for your first venture, Zeke, however, your technique craves for perfecting, and you're animosity desperately desires augmented concentration. Take a moment to compose yourself, regain your vitality and mental fortitude. Once you're ready, converge once again upon you innermost thoughts of pleasure. You cannot simply day dream, you must anchor yourself within such infatuating ambitions. When the realization settles in that all you yearned after is at last domesticated in your reach, allow yourself a fleeting second of gratitude and contentment. But, alas, you're comfort is merely fallacious- for your greatest foe will inevitably conquer everything you sought to claim. Release each inhibition, conjure every sentiment of delusional irrationality and hysteria that cowers within your consciousness. A vast amount of capability can often lie hidden beneath a bit of...controlled dementia." Morgana delicately construed her comprehension on the sensitive issue.

It took a gratuitous magnitude of routine practices, but the Unforgiveable Curses, much like any other form of magic, would become second nature in due time. Morgana took a few steps to the left, creating a greater expanse between her and the diminished house elf. She stood flawlessly poised, her gaze lingering on Zeke's facial expressions for a moment or two, attempting to scrutinize his earnest character. He appeared to be a proud sort of fellow, much like she had observed his father to be. However, their were veiled layers of uncertainty concealed behind his outward confidence. Each and every witch or wizard that had been recruited to the Dark Lord's cause thus far has originally harbored such doubts. Such trivial flames of hesitant skepticism would soon be extinguished, as they always were. It simply took a dash of will power, and persistent fracturing of integrity.

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A Tale of Paramount Persuasion [Zeke] Jan 21, 2013 6:54:51 GMT -8

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Zeke stared at the house elf as it tried to scramble back to its feet; despite being raised a pure-blood, Zeke had not grown up the disdain for the creatures like most of the Slytherin household. No, Zeke’s mother desperately loved their house elf, Willow, and had always treated her as if she was an extension of the family. In Zeke’s mind, this creature was not just some animal to be used as a lab-rat, he was doing this to another living being. Ten minutes ago, the thought would have broken his heart, but now… Now, Zeke had a renewed sense of clarity for the situation, he knew what was required of him, and he knew exactly how to do it.

He closed his eyes and listened intently to her instruction, he let all of his emotions crash over him, focusing soley on the hate and anger that was running through him, allowing it to over take him, letting it flow through his blood stream… like Venom from a snake bite. “We can’t be together Zeke…”

[/i] Bellatrix’s voice rang through his head, and the venom reached a fever pitch. Zeke snapped his eyes open, with a renewed fury in them. “Crucio” He barked out again, and the house elf dropped once more, this time Zeke held onto it, watching as the elf twisted in agony and Zeke couldn’t help but smile at the pathetic creature. The power that he held over the house elf in this moment was intoxicating to Zeke, he knew that the pathetic little being would do anything at this point just to make Zeke stop hurting it.

But Zeke Maxwell wanted to hurt the house elf. He wanted to inflict pain on another being, he could feel the venom flowing heavier in his blood stream, as he glared at the writhing creature. “How long before it dies from the curse?” Zeke asked casually, as if he was asking her a question about Quill Ink. He cocked his head to one side, a sickening grin spreading across his face. If it was possible to kill someone with the crucitas curse, he might go ahead and skip learning the killing curse, this curse would be much more…rewarding.

Zeke finally broke his eye contact from the house elf as he looked back over at Morgana, she seemed to be studying him, so he returned the favor and studied her as well. She seemed to be extremely poised and polite, it was shocking to Zeke, that she was capable of such dark magic. He’d been in her shop several times before, but he’d never imagined that she was a…well, a death eater. But, in this moment, Zeke felt as if she had transfigured herself, turned herself into another creature of some sort. He smiled politely at Morgana and walked towards her, closing their distance in just a few steps; even though his frame practically engulfed her, and he was physically stronger than her without question… Zeke knew she was the dominant one. He bowed his head humbly towards Morgana, before daring to look up at her, “I’ll pledge my loyalty to you, as well as Professor Riddle. Please, just take me under your wing.” Zeke straightened his stance and then gave her a grim smile before leaning in to whisper in her ear, “I’ll do anything for you, just to show you where my loyalty lies.”
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A Tale of Paramount Persuasion [Zeke] Jan 27, 2013 19:08:49 GMT -8

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Morgana maintained a stoic expression as she meticulously observed the wavering pupil for the duration of his endeavor. Zeke was, however, unquestionably entranced within his consciousness, as his trepidation and skepticism suddenly revolutionized into dauntless cynicism. His robust voice reverberated throughout the chamber as an echoing declaration of rebellion against the philosophical ethics customary to modern society. At last, his insatiable lust for domination and unbridled magical fortitude overwhelmed his sense of morality, a necessary attribute instilled in all of Tom Riddle's recruits. The perceptive scholar had swiftly begun to conquer the proper technique for the Cruciatus Curse, much to Morgana's relieved satisfaction. It was of fundamental consequence for prospective Death Eaters to utilize the Unforgiveable Curses in a perfunctory manner. The accomplishment demonstrated a vital mastery of both the mind and physique, a characterization of only the most revered wizards.

The fragile bones within the meager house elf's body continued to convolute in the most ludicrous configurations, causing an ecstatic chill to encompass Morgana's spine. How she yearned to hear such agony, for the shrill pleas of protest appeased her innermost predilection for malicious pandemonium. Her hypnotic captivation to the spectacle was severed by Zeke's inquisition, provoking a sigh of gratification to escape the confines of her lips. "That is entirely dependent upon the mental perseverance of the victim. However, it is far more likely for your prey to concede into belligerent madness before death devours them." she briefly detailed, a spark of contemplation radiating from behind her eyes. "That is enough for this evening, Zeke." Morgana commanded, offering a gentle flex of her delicate hand to cease his actions.

Within less than a fraction of a moment, the young Mr. Maxwell was once again in a peculiar and yet excruciantingly intoxicating proximity to her. The breath entering Morgana's lungs was from the shared and inebriating air that mingled with Zeke's own flesh. Her concious thought refrained against her physical desires with every bit of her willful capablities, but she quickly composed herself. "Now, now, my apprentice, your juxtaposition borders precariously on the edge of intimate inappropriateness yet again." she suggested coyly, brigding the minuscule gap between them. She offered a provacative smirk, before placing her dainty finger to his chest and pushing him ever-so-slightly away. Gracefully, she made several slow advances towards the door, but halted midway to the exit. "Do save your pledge of alliance for a later time, when the Dark Lord is able to grace us with his dynamic presence. If you've no prior obligations, I will expect you at my shop Friday evening at the conclusion of dinner. You're to bring only your wand, and tell no one of your destination or activities, of course." she instructed, continuing her promenade to the doorway. She lingered at the cusp of the corridor, one hand haphazardly grasping the frigid metal of the door knob. Turning back to Zeke, she continued her response,"Until next we meet, you ought to consider practicing the Cruciatus Curse, perhaps you can knick an expierment rat or something of the sort? Let me add, Zeke, that you look rather dashing in your quidditch practice robes." An innocent grin rested upon her lips momentarily, but she promptly retreated from the classroom and began her ascent to the Great Hall.

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