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Post by Diana Addair on Oct 31, 2008 23:55:12 GMT 1
Diana’s sense of apprehension had been steadily climbing throughout the day yesterday. Honestly, there was good reason for it, teaching fourth years had the requirement of going into Fire Omens, and although most students could be trusted, Diana wouldn’t put it past a certain few who would almost certainly try and set each other’s sleeves on fire the minute she turned her back. Multitudes of students running towards the hospital wing with second and third degree burns was not a concept she was overly enthused about, though she realised she was probably just being paranoid.
The ordered supplies of the special woods for divination had arrived two days ago and Diana had to resist the urge to ship it back. Whoever worked in the store clearly had no idea what they were doing. Everything was the wrong age, with the wrong number of rings, cut to strange lengths that were certainly not what she had specified and somehow River Birch branches had gotten mixed in with the Rowan and Pine and she highly doubted any of it had been collected at dawn as it was supposed to be. The old adage was proving true. If you want something done right...
And, so it was that Diana ended up trawling in the forbidden forest at five o’clock in the morning. The sun wasn’t even up, the temperature had to be below freezing or something equally horrible judging by the way her breath was fogging up the air, and for some reason it seemed impossible to find the right trees without being forced to move further in. She wasn’t overly concerned for the time being, all the nasty things like Acromatula’s and Centaurs tended to be so far down there was no light even on a sunny day, so as long as she didn’t go too far the worst she’d be confronted with was one of Idris’s creepy invisible thestrals. Maybe they chased sticks?
The light from Diana’s wand was making a sweeping back and forth motion over the ground as she searched, the light flicking off only for a quick ”Accio,” when something worthwhile was found. Diana was considering going back. She was carrying a large amount of wood under one arm and even though it was hardly near enough for two classes to burn there was only so much one person could comfortably carry at once. It was a pity you could only manage one spell at any given time, when it came to a contest between Lumos or Wingardium Leviosa, Lumos was going to win out. She was not going to travel blind just to be able to carry multiple branches.
Trying to memorise where she’d already been, Diana attempted to backtrack, keeping an eye out for anything that could be tripped on. Apparently navigating around in the woods wasn’t her strong point, but ‘keep walking in the direction you came till you get out’ sounded like pretty solid logic. She was going to have to hurry any way, after the sun was fully out the critical period to ensure the most magical potential in the tree limbs was gone.
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Post by Dacian on Nov 1, 2008 0:44:38 GMT 1
Since watching the trio of wizards scurry back to the castle, the professor carrying Dacians latest snack and the little redhead lighting the way, the rest of the night had been uneventful. Dacian had wandered back into the forest, sated a little by his small meal and not particularly in the mood to linger at the forest's edge waiting to find more easy prey.
The only mildly intriguing thing he had seen that night had been the large bat-winged emaciated horse creatures. From the look of them, they might have been Thestrals. Keeping mostly o the human world, Dacian saw little of the odder magical creatures, and Thestrals were certainly scarce in cities. Apparently you could only see them if you'd seen death. Dacian had smiled t himself at that. He'd seen more than enough death in his time. Hell - he'd caused most of it.
The creatures had been quite friendly, and rather curious of a lone man walking into their midst at night. After introducing himself to a few, he'd left them to their business and wandered aimlessly some more.
Now dawn was coming and he could feel it like a weight on his chest. Being an old vampire, Dacian had enough energy to stay up during the daylight hours, but by no means could he tolerate the light of the sun. He enjoyed his sleep, however, and though he might not need it, he was heading back to his temporary shelter that he had made inside a cave a ways into the forest. His route took him toward the edge of the forest to begin with, and it was as he was walking through a grove of particularly strangely shaped trees that he heard the shuffling noises of a biped toward the edge of the trees.
His interest piqued, Dacian stepped over the multitude of winding roots that were trying their best to trip him and brought the source of the noise into his sights. A woman. His heart gave a little tinge of joy, and his stomach felt a similar way. Sleep could wait, he thought to himself as he circled round and began to walk toward the blond. What exactly she was doing in the forest in the pre-dawn hours was not what he was interested in. What her jugular had to offer did.
Dacian had began to stalk between the trees, keeping to the deepest shadows when he realised that he might learn something from this. Logically, she was from the castle and from her age, she certainly wasn't a student. Perhaps she might know something about that male professor who had been in the forest earlier. Had he identified the marks on the boys neck? Were rumours of 'vampire' already circulating?
He'd already eaten that night, so the vampire justified that he could draw this hunt out and try and divulge some information from the lady before she supplied him with the blood that he so desperately wanted. That boy had tainted his system, he needed some good old fashioned woman to wash it down with.
Stepping out onto what could be called a path between the trees, Dacian put on his most amiable expression, put his hands non-threateningly into the deep pockets of his leather duster and began to walk nonchalantly in the direction of the woman. When he was close, he looked up as if spotting her for the first time and changed his direction to intercept hers. "Hello there?" He called ahead, the lilt of his tone a little confused as if he wasn't expecting to find a person up ahead.
Without a light spell to herald his approach, he had to come in range of hers before he came into full view. He tried not to lurch to quickly into the radius of light, but there was only so much subtle you could be in what would be near blackness for the witch. "Oh, so you are a somebody. I thought I was imagining things." He glanced over her, offering a half smile. His eyes lingered on the wood she carried - and surreptitiously took a good look at a few other interesting features - and he gave a passing thought to the state of her sanity. Gathering pieces of wood in the dark? Well, nobody said the magic folk weren't eccentric to the point of completely bizarre.
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Post by Diana Addair on Nov 1, 2008 1:53:05 GMT 1
Ah, well, getting out was easier in theory than in practice apparently. Diana had managed to get her foot caught under a root twice and for some reason the trees weren’t thinning as quickly as she expected. Perhaps she had just underestimated how far in she’s travelled or something? The last thing she needed was to emerge from the forest in the middle of a Scottish moor somewhere. Diana had even attempted once to apparate to the schools gates, but there was a pretty potent block which informed her, much to her relief, that she was still close enough to the castle to be under the magical defence system.
Her sense of apprehension wasn’t abating however, although the fact she was possibly lost wasn’t helping matters. She found herself mentally cursing herself for not having a cup of tea before leaving. Most people thought she was insane for that little morning tradition, but the tealeaf omens had never steered Diana wrong before. Something told her that that morning’s teacup would probably not have yielded many happy symbols like suns or acorns.
Giving up, Diana stopped and looked around to find her bearings. The trees seemed less packed a little more to the right of where she was currently going, and she’d just made up her mind to try that direction instead when a seemly disembodied voice almost made her jump clean out of her skin. Her head snapped around at the sound of it and right on cue an unthreatening sort of fellow strayed across her wandlight.
Although ‘Vampire’, ‘Werewolf’, or ‘Serial Killer’ weren’t the first things to cross her mind, ‘Incredibly Suspicious’ was. The fact he didn’t have a wand in hand was probably more disturbing. Who walked around in the pitch black with their wand tucked up? Perhaps he was from Hogsmead and had gotten lost or something? ”Are you alright?” she asked instinctively, shining her wand at his chest and hoping she didn’t look too unnerved.
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Post by Dacian on Nov 1, 2008 13:45:46 GMT 1
It never filed to amaze him how many people were quite unperturbed at a lone man approaching them out of nowhere. If she had any sense, she'd at least scream and try to run. Although, he supposed as she thrust the light at his chest, witches could fend for them selves to a degree. The vampire recoiled from the light suddenly burning his retinas, biting back a hiss and covering it with a wince. "Peachy. Could you lower that, please?" He gestured at his eyes which were now held shut.
With such sensitive eyes, the light spell was as good as throwing him from a light-proof room to outside on a sunny day for what good it would do to his eyes. Red spots were dancing across his eyelids now, and he imagined they might linger for a while. Wonderful. At least his ears and nose were in prefect working order. Her heart was only slightly elevated, and from the smell of her she hadn't completed many morning rituals yet. Not that she smelt awful, but skipping one shower allowed him to get a good reading on her base smell and quite often, a persons natural scent was far preferable to anything artificial. Apparently this woman fell into that category. Her scent was delicate and pleasing on the senses. That would be a bonus when it came to dessert.
But first, he should try and find out what had happened with the boy earlier in the night. Were rumours circulating? Would he soon have a troop of wizards knocking on his proverbial door? He was generally good at subterfuge and deception, it came from having no guilty conscious to hinder the ease of your lies. Six centuries of practice didn't go amiss either. "So what exactly are you doing in the forest with an armful of wood before the sun's even up?" He asked with a sideways smile - he no longer had to consciously remember to be careful not to show his fangs - and rubbing his eyes with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand in an attempt to make the stinging stop. He was essentially blind until his eyes managed to recover.
He really hated magic.
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Post by Diana Addair on Nov 1, 2008 23:29:17 GMT 1
The strangers response to the light was certainly worrying, although, considering he’d been (rather strangely) walking around in the dark for some time it did make sense any sort of light would be unwelcome, even if the whole affair wasn’t extremely suspicious to start with. Complying, she lowered the wandlight down to his feet but she kept her eyes locked on him for any sudden moves, the thought crossing her mind if he was somehow ill. Even though Diana was not exactly comfortable with the whole affair, she reasoned to herself that she had a wand on him, so in the time it would take him to draw one to attack she could stun him with a relative level of ease. Besides, if he was dangerous it would be best to keep him away from the children.
”They’re for lessons,” she replied simply, not wanting to give away too much and hoping that revealing that she was a teacher would give her a bit more of a sense of authority. It was a position that was generally held in high regard considering the exclusivity of it. What he was up to however was more to the point, and the more Diana thought about it the stranger the circumstances looked to her now that the surprise was wearing off. ”And what brings you into the forest so close to the school without a wand?” she asked, trying to make it sound conversational, but faking what she was feeling had never been her strong suit.
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Post by Dacian on Nov 2, 2008 0:37:38 GMT 1
Learning about wood? Dacian was glad he wasn't a prepubescent wizard and had to attend the school if the lessons were that dismal. He'd been home schooled back in his youth, and he didn't recall any of his lessons including chunks of wood. The reply placed her as a professor, though exactly what she taught that included wood was beyond Dacian's realm of experience.
She was becoming increasingly suspicious from her voice, and Dacian chuckled under his breath. It was easy enough to come up with a scenario that would explain his being here - wand-less - and alone, and he wondered how wizards weren't a dying race with the ease of which he could fox this one witch. "I've been in council with the Centaurs," He lied easily, he had enough knowledge of her world to formulate something believable, "Ministry business. Their terms of audience are strict. You must come alone, and wand-less." He shrugged apologetically. "I did not expect I would come across anybody so early in the day - I can imagine I must seem rather foolhardy traipsing the forest in the pre-dawn. Its dark enough in here at the day's zenith."
He rubbed his face with his hand and cracked his eyes open a little. The burning in his eyes flared a little, and he looked away to the side, trying to allow his eyes to adjust to the brightness. Perhaps he should have been a little more cautious. After all, the witch wasn't exactly a threat bu that wand could do some damage if she used it with malcontent. He couldn't afford to be blinded for long. It was doubtful he could blind himself permanently, but even a spell - no pun intended - of limited visibility could severely hinder his defences.
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Post by Diana Addair on Nov 2, 2008 1:44:22 GMT 1
Admittedly it was quite a good cover, especially for one that had to be made up on the spot. ”I thought the Ministry had to go through Hogwarts before doing anything in the forest?” she asked, more to herself. The Forbidden Forest was part of Hogwarts property surely, or maybe McGonagall didn’t feel the need to inform the teachers of everything that was going on, which was fair enough, but a visiting Ministry Official would surely count as news. So either the teachers weren’t trusted or something else was going on.
Another thought arrived. ”What does the Ministry want with the centaurs anyway? I was aware the Centaur Liaison Office doesn’t really do anything because the Centaurs absolutely refuse to use it, or are you somewhere else in the Beast Division?” And if he was, that only left the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, and what had the centaurs done to warrant someone coming from there coming over? Since the Battle of Hogwarts the centaurs had been a lot more amiable with the school so she didn’t belive they would have injured a student. Diana wasn’t trying to make it sound like an interrogation, but she wasn’t going to let him walk off without explaining himself properly either.
She was wishing she’d agreed to take Adrian along now, he had gone and offered after all. As a head of house he was sure to be privy to information the regular teachers wouldn’t. That and having a tall ex-auror with her while confronting someone in the dark was sure to make anyone feel more confident. Diana wasn’t exactly tall, and she sure as anything wasn’t imposing to anyone except perhaps a cockroach or a first year. She could always send a patronus, in fact she was quite tempted, but he was probably fast asleep and if this proved to be nothing she was just going to look like an idiot.
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Post by Dacian on Nov 2, 2008 2:50:18 GMT 1
Dacian might have given up then. This interrogation was getting tedious. He should just bite her and be done with it. "Oh, its all rather boring. Its just some politics. We're trying to improve relations for exactly that reason. If the Centaurs refuse to contact us, we have to contact them." He didn't mention any specific division, as he wasn't exactly savvy with the structure of the Ministry and she might be trying to catch him out. Hopefully the mention of politics would deter her fro asking any more impossible questions. No woman worth her salt bothered herself with politics. Then again, women were doing a lot of unpredictable things in the last century.
"Do not worry, I've followed protocol. The school already knows of my presence here. I was just heading to the castle to report in before I leave for London." It wasn't as if she's remember much of what he'd said once she'd been bitten and given a dose of disorientating sedative from his saliva. The trick was to not make a such a big impression that she might recall snippets of the conversation when she regained her senses.
If this went on much longer he was going to throw subtlety to the wind and bite her. He should practise interrogation techniques more himself, though his version involves more sharp objects. Torture tended to get faster and accurate results than polite conversation, but that defied the point in playing this convoluted game of fishing for rumours.
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Post by Diana Addair on Nov 2, 2008 3:11:15 GMT 1
Politics was basically a keyword for Diana’s off-switch. She just had no time for it and honestly, most of it was painfully long, tedious, and annoying. Besides, there would be other people to verify his story if he was telling the truth. Standing still with one arm up and with a load of heavy wood under the other wasn’t exactly comfortable either, and a part of one of the pine branches was starting to dig obstinately into her hip. She was still on a time limit as well to race the sun, so it was time to get back perhaps.
Thankfully, the stranger had mentioned he was off to Hogwarts as well and Diana was quite determined to personally escort him to make sure he wouldn’t go and try to cause trouble. ”Oh, you’re off to the Castle as well?” she asked, despite having heard him perfectly. She made a little flick of her wand to indicate he should start walking. She didn’t trust him enough to let him walk behind her just yet. ”You do on ahead and I’ll light the way for both of us. We wouldn’t want to trip or anything. You know the password to into the Headmistress’s office right?” Diana asked, in a half-hearted attempt to catch him out again.
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Post by Dacian on Nov 2, 2008 3:46:26 GMT 1
The mentioning politics tactic worked, but that brought on another problem: she wanted to head back to the castle now. This was beginning to get on his nerves. Was it impossible to just steer an interrogation into a conversation with this woman, or was she usually this blunt? r was he losing his knack? He squinted at her face, and noted she looked as impatient as she sounded.
"Actually no, don’t recall what it was. I admit I wasn’t playing much attention when I went up there earlier this night." He didn’t much care if the answer was up to her standards, "Why the rush, something interesting I should hang around for going on at the castle?" This was his last chance. Should they start toward the edge of the forest, he was going to have to snack and go. The sun was dangerously peeking over the horizon now. It was still just as dark in the forest, but he could feel the suns presence like the old ache in his chest. The sun was an old enemy, the most debilitating part of the vampirism. He was constricted to the darkness to hunt, though he rarely lingered on the fact these days. His aversion to sunlight was something that would never change, so why dwindle on the point?
To draw out the time he had to discover anything from the woman, he offered out his hands, palms up. "Shall I take these for you?" Forever the gentleman.
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