Post by Soph on Oct 16, 2008 20:45:15 GMT -5
ooc name: Soph
character's name: Remus Lupin
character's age: 21
character's former house: Gryffindor
occupation: Auror
how can we contact you?: AIM ~ quirkyblah38
how you found us: HP warnerbros boards
maybe we'll find: better days
sample:
recycled.
Salazar had awoken yesterday, but he still found it strange getting used to his surroundings. He felt like he'd awoken after a deep, long sleep, and his thoughts were messed up, jumbled but still there. But one resounding name rung in his mind like a church bell, Rowena, and he started to think. Clockwork moving around in his mind, his thoughts clicking into place and the plan that he'd been concocting in the afterlife came back to him as well. He could not explain how he knew, but he knew somehow that Rowena had come back as well, which would make their plan easier. For him, the first order of business was checking the financial status of his vault, which was hidden underground the Gringotts area, him being the only one knowing how to enter. The wealth had accumulated, making him comfortably wealthy, wealthy enough to buy decent enough attire that wouldn't make wizards and witches look at him strangely. He also took up his old nook in Wales, managing to persuade the tenants to leave. Then his next order of business was to find Rowena, and he knew exactly where she was, leaving her the parchment detailing their plans, her memories and where to meet him, and when. This being done, he went back to doing the necessary work, formulating an alias, Salvatore Septum (the surname being after his son).
So now, Salazar, or Salvatore, whichever you chose to call him, was back in Knockturn Alley. He looked mostly the same as he had when he was last in this world, except younger, more handsome and with slightly different expressions. He looked like a blend between him and one of his favourite heirs, Tom Riddle. He was delighted to find out on the way that he still had his Parseltongue abilities, and knew that Rowena would probably have her abilities as well, if he had his. Walking slowly through the relatively abandoned Knockturn Alley, it was like he was walking in an alternate reality. The buildings were all the same but the names were different, the cobbled footpath was new, too. He took in everything with fascination, pondering, if this was the change in Knockturn Alley, imagine what the rest of the wizarding world was like. He looked around and caught his destination, the old prepatory school Rowena had been to when she was young. He knew that Rowena would wander along there sooner or later, so he ducked inside, the floorboards creaking underneath his shoes. Venturing upstairs, he pointed his wand at the fireplace and it ignited, warmth flooding the cobweb-strewn room. Sitting down on one of the armchairs, he waited there until Rowena would arrive.
It didn't take long, as he heard the door open, and didn't even have to budge his head to know that it was Rowena who had just crossed the threshold. His tongue flickered over his lips and he tilted his head slightly from side to side, still getting relatively used to actually being physically alive, and not, well, dead. He knew that a chance like this didn't come along every day, and that they, Rowena and Salazar, would have to make the most of it. And thanks to his plan, they would. It was foolproof, flawless, perfection.
And still, Salazar wondered what Hogwarts was like, a small part of him wished to be the one to infiltrate the place they founded, to pick up from where he left off and teach merely Pure Bloods. And to see the Chamber once more. But he had other fish to fry, in this case the Ministry for Magic. In the single day that he'd returned he'd learnt as much about the Ministry as he could, and about pretty much everything that he'd missed, including Harry Potter's triumph over Voldemort. It made him feel rather smug to know that Potter wouldn't see Salazar's plan formulating until it was quite possibly too late.
Steepling his fingers, he waited for Rowena, or Rhona, to wander upstairs, drawn by the firelight. A pair of dark eyes passionately blazed, partially by the light of the fire, and partially by the desire to see Rowena again, the desire to rule, to pick up from where he left off.
This time, they would be victorious.
character's name: Remus Lupin
character's age: 21
character's former house: Gryffindor
occupation: Auror
how can we contact you?: AIM ~ quirkyblah38
how you found us: HP warnerbros boards
maybe we'll find: better days
sample:
recycled.
Salazar had awoken yesterday, but he still found it strange getting used to his surroundings. He felt like he'd awoken after a deep, long sleep, and his thoughts were messed up, jumbled but still there. But one resounding name rung in his mind like a church bell, Rowena, and he started to think. Clockwork moving around in his mind, his thoughts clicking into place and the plan that he'd been concocting in the afterlife came back to him as well. He could not explain how he knew, but he knew somehow that Rowena had come back as well, which would make their plan easier. For him, the first order of business was checking the financial status of his vault, which was hidden underground the Gringotts area, him being the only one knowing how to enter. The wealth had accumulated, making him comfortably wealthy, wealthy enough to buy decent enough attire that wouldn't make wizards and witches look at him strangely. He also took up his old nook in Wales, managing to persuade the tenants to leave. Then his next order of business was to find Rowena, and he knew exactly where she was, leaving her the parchment detailing their plans, her memories and where to meet him, and when. This being done, he went back to doing the necessary work, formulating an alias, Salvatore Septum (the surname being after his son).
So now, Salazar, or Salvatore, whichever you chose to call him, was back in Knockturn Alley. He looked mostly the same as he had when he was last in this world, except younger, more handsome and with slightly different expressions. He looked like a blend between him and one of his favourite heirs, Tom Riddle. He was delighted to find out on the way that he still had his Parseltongue abilities, and knew that Rowena would probably have her abilities as well, if he had his. Walking slowly through the relatively abandoned Knockturn Alley, it was like he was walking in an alternate reality. The buildings were all the same but the names were different, the cobbled footpath was new, too. He took in everything with fascination, pondering, if this was the change in Knockturn Alley, imagine what the rest of the wizarding world was like. He looked around and caught his destination, the old prepatory school Rowena had been to when she was young. He knew that Rowena would wander along there sooner or later, so he ducked inside, the floorboards creaking underneath his shoes. Venturing upstairs, he pointed his wand at the fireplace and it ignited, warmth flooding the cobweb-strewn room. Sitting down on one of the armchairs, he waited there until Rowena would arrive.
It didn't take long, as he heard the door open, and didn't even have to budge his head to know that it was Rowena who had just crossed the threshold. His tongue flickered over his lips and he tilted his head slightly from side to side, still getting relatively used to actually being physically alive, and not, well, dead. He knew that a chance like this didn't come along every day, and that they, Rowena and Salazar, would have to make the most of it. And thanks to his plan, they would. It was foolproof, flawless, perfection.
And still, Salazar wondered what Hogwarts was like, a small part of him wished to be the one to infiltrate the place they founded, to pick up from where he left off and teach merely Pure Bloods. And to see the Chamber once more. But he had other fish to fry, in this case the Ministry for Magic. In the single day that he'd returned he'd learnt as much about the Ministry as he could, and about pretty much everything that he'd missed, including Harry Potter's triumph over Voldemort. It made him feel rather smug to know that Potter wouldn't see Salazar's plan formulating until it was quite possibly too late.
Steepling his fingers, he waited for Rowena, or Rhona, to wander upstairs, drawn by the firelight. A pair of dark eyes passionately blazed, partially by the light of the fire, and partially by the desire to see Rowena again, the desire to rule, to pick up from where he left off.
This time, they would be victorious.