Odd One Out: The Slug Club [Jacen]

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Odd One Out: The Slug Club [Jacen] Jan 3, 2013 11:06:27 GMT -8

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Horace once again poured a gratuitous amount of whiskey into his tea, he preferred liqueur in lieu of the more common additions, cream and sugar. He used a tiny silver spoon to stir the concoction before testing the flavor, relieved to find that it had just enough bite to suit his taste. He sat down at his desk, already feeling rejuvenated by the thought of his next task. For a month, he had been observing the student body, ascertaining their talents and knowledge, and of course their infamous lineages. This years crop of students were some of the finest he'd seen yet, each one had either an exquisite strength or prestigious family member. He had already rendezvoused with various perspectives, and had been pleasently suprised with the results, which made him all the moe anxious to continue on with his...interviews. He pulled a crisp piece of parchment from inside his top desk drawer, grabbing his favorite quill in the process- it had been a gift from Minister Bagnold herself. The wood was intricately carved with Celtic knots, each one pristinely inlayed with gold, even the sharp point. He dipped the prized utensil into the twilight black viscous ink, letting the access drip off before beginning his note.

There, that looked rather unimposing, now didn't it? An echoing whistle escaped his lips, a call that he'd taught his precious youthful owl, Melanite, named after the priceless black stone. His feathers were of a similar color- jet black, with matching eyes. It was quite rare to find an owl with little to no imperfections, but the bird had been yet another gift from an Alumni, Cooper Donovan Bailey. Melanite landed directly on the Professors outstretched arm, and remained perfectly still as he tied the note to the owl's foot. "Now, Mel, this letter is for the eyes of Jacen Karik Frost, and his alone, understand? You know the drill by now, his afternoon lessons should be coming to a close, and I expect you'll find him out and about the corridors somewhere." he explained, though it was unnecessary. These birds were far more clever than they were often given credit for. As the owl took flight, Slughorn sat back down in his seat, taking a few moments to sip his tea and whiskey before grading a few essay's. This year could prove to be quite fun, what with a new batch of students to entertain, and his old friend Tom Riddle back in the castle once more! The possibilities were positively endless.

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Odd One Out: The Slug Club [Jacen] Jan 5, 2013 7:46:22 GMT -8

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Jacen had just finished up his last class of the day. It had been an easy one and now he was looking forward to a quiet night in the common room. He lowered his head and walked quickly towards the common room. He was more than halfway there when he was stopped abruptly by a jet black bird. The bird landed on his forearm and dropped a letter in his hand. Smart bird he couldnt help but think.

He opened the letter and a grin grew across his face. It was from the potions master, Professor Slughorn. A man who throughly enjoyed people kissing his ass. He was known for collecting students, those he felt would be sucessful, came from rich families or anyone he deemed important. Jacen could not help but smirk at the thought that Slughorn had taken so long in contacting him, but of course it had finally come. Jacen was Head Boy, a Quidditch phenom and one of the best students in the school. Not to mention his rich family history, not including his parents of course. He thought of all that he could learn from Slughorn and from his other band of wonderful. He slid the letter into his pocket and headed to his dormitory. He quickly changed into changes and a plain black t-shirt. He figured he would look nice for his first meeting with the Professor. He put his Hufflepuff robes back on and awaited the clock to approach 6pm.

At 530 he began his descent to the dungeon, quickly finding his way to Professor Slughorn's office. He checked his watch again, he was a few minutes early. But he figured that would be a good thing rather than a bad thing. He knocked loudly twice and felt the door swing open. He took a step into the office. "Good Evening Professor, you wanted to see me?"

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Odd One Out: The Slug Club [Jacen] Jan 6, 2013 14:08:56 GMT -8

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Horace was utterly exhausted as he set down the test he'd been grading, an homage to the wonderful talent that was Bradley James Parker. For a student with such immense potential on the quidditch pitch, it was a shame that he hadn't ever learned to properly formulate a grammatically correct sentence. The exhausted man let his eyes rest shut for a moment, and a plethora of savory scents wafted through his nostrils. The house elves had prepared a veritable feast for his rendezvous with one Mr. Jacen Karik Frost this evening. Lifting his lidded eyes, he allowed his gaze to wander to the picturesque dining table, piled high with a delectable cornucopia of varying delicacies. Tonight's menu consisted of a mouth watering pineapple and brown sugared suckling pig, paired with delicious twice baked sweet potatoes. Surrounding the ornate entrée was an array of vibrant kale and turnip salads, platters of fresh, succulent fruits, and several bowls brimming with roasted legumes. The persistent work of the kitchen staff of Hogwarts never ceased to amaze him, and he mentally noted that he would need to send a bottle of his finest vintage down to the house elves, along with a letter of commandment.

As the Professor observed the scrumptious buffet, a robust knock rang out through his office. Rising from his desk, he strode proudly to the door, jarring the solid mahogany slab to reveal none other than his expected guest, Jacen. "Ah yes, young Mr. Frost, do come in now!" he exclaimed pleasantly, ushering the esteemed student into the premises of his private quarters. He escorted the dark haired boy to the seat directly parallel to his own place setting."Do sit down, please, make yourself quite at home, my dear boy! Dig in now! You must be famished after such a long day of lessons!" Slughorn insisted, taking his seat opposite of Jacen. Grabbing a pitcher of iced pumpkin juice, he topped off his intricately designed goblet before offering a glass to his current companion. "Can I interest you in a spot of pumpkin juice, Mr. Frost? I've some tea and water if you favor another beverage." he questioned, more than thrilled to accommodate his possible recruit. "I do hope I'm not impeding on your Head Boy duties, or your homework. No need for me to be a burden on your already frazzled schedule!" Horace declared with a raised eyebrow. Professor Slughorn had a distinctive habit for scoping out the latest and greatest of the wizarding community, and he could sense dormant promise flowing from the boy's aura upon their very first introduction.

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Odd One Out: The Slug Club [Jacen] Jan 15, 2013 21:30:14 GMT -8

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Jacen smiled to Professor Slughorn as he entered the room. Taking a quick look around and noticing the feast in front of him. His eyes lit up, Slughorn was infamous for these meetings and the food was always something to look forward to. His mouth began to water just looking at the meal he was about to have, he was ecstatic. He followed the man to a seat he had planned for Jacen, and took his seat with a nod. “I am quite hungry sir, you know a long day of learning can do that to a man.” In all honestly Jacen had only been to one class on this particular day and he had been just barely attentive throughout the lesson. But he would let Slughorn believe as he wanted. “Yes sir, I would love some Pumpkin juice.” While he truthfully preferred water to any other drink and was not a big fan of pumpkin juice, he had learned something long ago. When being entertained by anyone who could be of some help to you in the future, always accept their first suggestion. It is the thing they would do and subconsciously believe there to be a connection based on something as simple as pumpkin juice. He smiled brightly at the Professor, not going with his full smile because he felt he could use that later in this conversation when it would be most opportunistic for him.

He laughed internally as Slughorn mentioned his Head Boy duties. He did take the job seriously but the daily duties were not quite as large as many assumed them to be. He took care of students in the hallway whenever he was there but very rarely went out of his way to check the corridors, it seemed unnecessary and a waste of time with the amount of corridors in the castle. “Absolutely not sir, I am always free for one of Hogwarts best professors” he grinned and flashed that smile. This seemed like it would be the first of many tonight. No matter either way, it always works. No matter the time or amount of times it was used.

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Odd One Out: The Slug Club [Jacen] Jan 20, 2013 11:05:30 GMT -8

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Professor Slughorn offered the promising student his signature wide grin, a light twinkling encompassing his gooseberry eyes all the while. He listened enthusiastically as Jacen concurred on the tolls of an afternoon laden gratuitously with strenuous lessons, and the appetite it inevitably kindled. "Ah, yes, the schedule of a 7th year NEWTS student can be quite burdensome, though I'm sure you're handling it with both grace and gusto. Tell me now, Mr. Frost, what classes have you chosen to undertake this semester?" he questioned curiously, filling his companions goblet to the very brim with the fragrant pumpkin juice as he spoke. The course work of individuals in their final years at Hogwarts often reflected their objectives and intentions upon graduation. As he awaited the prestigious pupils response, he began carving several slices of the savory suckling pig, layering varying pieces of the tender ham and succulent pineapple onto his own plate. He volunteered an offering gesture towards Jacen, insinuating that he too should began to fill his platter. Conversations tended to be much more lively and invigorating when each participating party had satiated their hunger to the fullest extent.

"Ahh, a clever man can always sense who to bestow countless flatteries upon! Thank you, Jacen, thank you kindly!" Horace saluted, his cheeks turning a pallid shade of rouge at such a courteous endorsement. Jacen was most certainly a charming fellow, an attribute that would take him far no matter what profession he chose to pursue. The Professor graciously lathered rich, saccharine honey butter onto his sweet potato before returning the sentiment. "You know, Jacen, there wasn't a bit of competition when the Headmaster and our colleagues were deciding on this years Head Boy. Not only were you an obvious choice, as you've over come less than savory predicaments in your upbringing, but I find that you're completely befitting of the title. Yes, you've exemplified all the qualities of an appropriate Head Boy, and have done the position justice thus far in your career." The professor complimented, granting a nod of approval and a genuine smile at the ambitious scholar. It was rather common knowledge that Horace enjoyed his fair share of admiration, but he unquestionably fancied returning such favorable notions. This was particularly accurate if the aging professor had the inkling suspicion that said persons would grant him...certain luxuries in the future.

Horace continued to arrange his platter, adding a few sprigs of vibrant and lush kale to the augmenting feast before him. He savored a morsel of the Lucius pineapple, paired to perfection with an equivalent portion of supple pig. A plethora of wonderful flavors collided to create a pleasant relish on the expanse of his tongue. He established a mental note to once again praise and applaud the house elves for their unparalleled skill in the kitchens. Slughorn washed the bite down with a considerable and satisfying sip of the delectable pumpkin juice, before returning his attention to Jacen. He had a bit of an interview prepared for the student, an interrogation of sorts to ascertain his talents and keen initiatives. "Do tell, young Mr. Frost, have you pronounced your choice of career as of yet? As a 7th year student, you've given it quite a bit of consideration, to be sure." he inquired, raising his eyebrow in absolute intrigue.

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Odd One Out: The Slug Club [Jacen] Jan 22, 2013 11:48:53 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2013 11:48:53 GMT -8

Jacen smiled at the Professor, nodding along as he spoke of the hardships of a NEWT student. “Indeed it can sir. I am taking the five core classes sir, Transfiguration, Defense Against, Herbology, Charms and something else, I can’t remember.” He smiled slyly clearly messing with the Professor. “I joke of course sir, Potions class was very interesting this past class” he hoped Professor Slughorn would not continue on about this past class because Jacen could not for the life of himself remember what they had brewed in class. “I’m also taking Ancient Runes and Ghoul studies. Definitely a class load but luckily I have always held my own in my classes” he smiled knowing that his class load would impress even the stingiest of professors. Jacen saw his motion towards the food and Jacen began filling his own plate. His mouth was watering as he filled the plate little by little. He began to eat slowly as Professor Slughorn began talking again.

Jacen give his smile to the professor, his award winning smile, knowing he had the man. The food was delicious something he would sorely miss when this year was over. Jacen had always enjoyed the food for as long as he was in Hogwarts. As Professor Slughorn spoke about the Head Boy decision he couldn’t help but smirk into his goblet. He looked on graciously at him and nodding along with him. “Sir, I truly, deeply appreciate the kind words. I am unbelievably thankful for the opportunity that has been bestowed upon me. I have never been so proud then when the Headmaster informed me that I would be Head Boy.” He smiled and took another bite of food. God he loved house-elves cooking.

He heard the Professor’s next question and didn’t smile this time. While Jacen was always such a great student, the future was still a mystery for him. Granted he was engaged, I guess you could say, so he knew who he would be spending the rest of his life with just didn’t know what he wanted to do. He figured a Ministry job, maybe even an auror. He had the grades and it would give him just the right amount of power and influence that he always wanted. “Well sir I’ve thought about a few things. I have the grades and the desire for an auror but politics always seemed to be something I am interested in. I want to start somewhere in the Ministry and work my way up. I want to make a difference in this wizarding world of ours.” Minister of Magic Jacen Frost, definitely seemed to suit him.

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Odd One Out: The Slug Club [Jacen] Jan 28, 2013 11:43:49 GMT -8

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Professor Slughorn exhumed a substantial volume of laughter, an outward projection of jubilance manifested by the prestigious students clever jest. "Quite the ironic sense of humor you've obtained, lad! An admirable attribute often acquired by certain individuals with a charming disposition, such as yourself." Horace applauded, an expansive grin encompassing his expression. The aromatic fragrance of pineapple filled his nostrils, and as such Old Sluggy could no longer resist savoring a mouthful of the ham. The saccharine fruit melded together in exquisite perfection with the suckling pig, the flavors marinating beautifully on his tongue. The professor enjoyed a gratuitous swallow from his brimming crystal goblet before continuing his praise of the youthful scholar."There is something commendable to be said of those who partake in a vigorous course load for the duration of their 7th year. You have copious amounts of ambition, which attests to a promising future. Do tell, what is your opinion of the newest addition to our staff here at Hogwarts, Professor Riddle?" he inquired thoughtfully, curious to ascertain the judgment of the pupils on the Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher. Tom had once been a prodigy within the hallowed academy after all, the utmost illustrious member of his own private organization, The Slug Club.

Horace observed a moment of silence as he speculated on the gratitude of Jacen as a result of salvaging the sought after title of Head Boy. Mr. Frost certainly developed the appropriate academic accoutrements, as well as the meticulous attention to extracurricular activities. For instance, Professor Slughorn had recently verified that the lad had been interviewed to become a challenger within the intramural Hogwarts Wizarding Cup. Without a doubt, Jacen could prove to be a formidable opponent amid such a rigorous competition, should he be established as a Hufflepuff champion. "The position of Head Boy will absolutely compliment your unblemished transcripts upon graduation, Jacen. As would retaining a station within the forthcoming tournament. The odds are ostensibly in your favor, of that I am positively certain. Will you thrive and prosper off of the inevitable perils of the laborious engagement, if you're to be chosen as a contender? Have you refined your strategies and discussed them with your Head of House as of yet?" Horace interrogated casually. He would, of course, be more than elated to assist the boy in any way possible to conquer such a burdensome feat.

The current generation of Hogwarts elite seemed to be migrating towards political aspirations, Jacen was the second student thus far to inform him of such intentions. The vast majority of professions within the Ministry were admirable positions, achieved through scrupulous maintenance of personal connections and adherence to the strictest of etiquette. "Well now, Mr. Frost, you've already established quite the versatile resume. I would be utterly baffled if you were not to secure the employment of your desire. Perhaps I may be able to benefit your endeavor, if you would be interested. An old student of mine has quite the successful occupation within the Ministry. Perchance, have you heard the name Cooper Donovan Bailey? Currently, he's the Adviser to the Minster of Magic, Millicent Bagnold. I could certainly invite him to a bit of a rendezvous I intend to host, and arrange a little introduction?" Professor Slughorn offered, arching his eyebrow in peculiar fashion.