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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Jun 12, 2007 14:58:48 GMT
It was about an our before the sixth years had to be in their common rooms, but Marishka knew it was enough time to go into the forest, do what she had to do, and quickly and inconspicuously return to the castle before anyone was any wiser of her plight. It seemed all she had been doing lately was worrying about everything but her school work. It had been weeks since she had seen Robby or Addis, and it was beginning to worry her that Headmaster Darrow had not allowed Robby into the House of Slytherin afterall. Of course, for all she knew he was probably just keeping his head low and no longer needed her help... but still...
The familiar clearing loomed up ahead now and Marishka dragged her thoughts away from that of others. It was stupid that she had become so interested in anything but herself lately - since when was anyone more important than her exactly? It was absolutely ridiculous how selfless she was becoming!
Kneeling down in the soft earth, Marishka slipped the bag from her shoulder. Inside the sound of glass clinked softly, telling anyone listening that it was full of bottles and vials of different sizes. The sun had not quite gone down and so there was still light slipping through the canopy, but it didn't help Marishka feel any better about being in the forest. Whenever she came here it seemed she ran into some sort of awful trouble - but right now she didn't have a choice but to be here. There was nowhere else she could hide the evidence.
Pulling up her sleeves, Marishka shoved her hands into the earth and began to claw at it slowly, digging a swallow pit. The feel of wet mud under her fingernails made her cringe, and so the job was pretty shoddy, but who was likely to come looking in this part of the forest for buried bottles of all things? With one quick glance around her, Marishka began placing the bottles into the hole...
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Post by Markus Ramsay Everritt on Jun 13, 2007 8:03:06 GMT
Seeing Marishka walk out of the school castle and into the forest at such a late hour intrigued Markus to the point where he had to quench his curiosity in the only way humanly possible; follow her. He quietly strode after her, deeping to the dark shadows of the setting sun, making sure he was quiet and alone. Despite his large frame he was surprisingly agile, leaping from stone to stone to avoid crunching the leaves and twigs that could tarnish his good shoes.
He smiled at his prose, his ability to do things some would think him incapable of doing, but he always proved others wrong. He looked ahead and saw the ever remaining vigil of Marishka, his eyes narrowing in deep thought as to why she was coming to such a deep part of the forest. He smiled as he finally landed on the wet leaves of the forest floor and noticed that not much sound had being made, but the marks on his shoes made him wince, inside and out. He sighed and shook his head, before walking off and stopped, standing on the edge of the clearing he saw Marishka had found.
With little patiance, he looked down and saw an adequate looking stick, one that would definitely break under any amount of pressure. Without thinking twice, he stepped on, the snapping stick flying away at a startling speed and the sound of the break echoing about the clearing like a drum had gone off. He laughed loudly, noticing the frightened shriek from Marishka as he began to walk into the centre of the clearing, where he noticed a hole dug. What was she doing..?
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Jun 13, 2007 13:47:48 GMT
Marishka let out an involuntary shriek as a sharp, echoing crack somewhere close behind her made her skin crawl. Tearing her wand from her belt she spun round on her knees, aiming her weapon directly at the intruder - which, predictably, was none other than Markus. Dropping her arm and placing a hand on her racing heart, Marishka growled in annoyance. 'Markus?! What - when - why couldn't you just warn me you were there or something?' She breathed, thoroughly spooked now.
For a couple of moments they continued to stare at each other in silence, Marishka's angry frown turning slowly into that of an irritably puzzled one. 'Yes, Markus?' She asked a little impatiently.
It then clicked. Clearing her throat loudly she quickly turned back around and loosely scuffed the small pile of dirt back over the hole it had originally come from. The bottles were scarcely covered but Markus had obviously seen them anyway, but hopefully he would forgot about them if she distracted him. Donning a friendly, innocent smile Marishka stood up and turned to the other Slytherin, concealing the disturbed earth with her feet. 'I was just out for a walk - thought I saw a unicorn horn buried, but it was just a white root!' She laughed unevenly. 'What about you? Not that in love with me are you?' She now smirked.
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Post by Markus Ramsay Everritt on Jun 14, 2007 1:28:13 GMT
MArkus smiled whilst remaining silent, which he knew would cause Marishka to remember what she was doing and cover her tracks up. He knew what she was doing, for he had seen the vials and assumed she was making illegal potions of soughts. Potions was never his strong suit, but he himself could see what she was trying to concoct.
'That much in love with you? Who says I am capable of such an emotion?' Markus said, looking at Marishka from the corner of his eye as he began to walk, circling her. He had his arms behind his back and smiled charmingly towards her. 'I'll admit that I do find you amazing, but in love with you? Only I know that answer.' He smiled smugly at her, winking slightly.
'Now, that isn't a unicorns horn or even a white root. I know vials when I see them and I wonder what you're trying to concoct.' He said in a devillishly charming way. He put on all his charm and smiled constantly. 'And why would a pretty girl like you wander into the forest all by herself when she knows the Ministry is less than a quarter mile from here?'
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Jun 15, 2007 19:44:46 GMT
'Pretty girls like me have as much reason as the next person for being in here, Everritt.' She remarked sagely, turning with him as he walked, not wanting to turn her back on him. It wasn't that she suspected that he was up to anything against her, but you could never be too careful. A Slytherin always looked after number one.
'Anyway,' She moved on, ignoring his question about the vials, hoping to distract him from them. Perhaps he would prefer to talk about himself... men usually did. 'A handsome boy like you wouldn't do anything for just the sake of it...' She stepped up to him now, crossing her arms slowly as she raised a curious eyebrow, her voice low and quiet. 'So why are you walking in the woods, in the dark, all on your lonesome without anyone to stroke your ego? I'll tell you my secret if you tell me yours.' She gave a small, sly smile.
She took a step back now, accidentally treading on one of the bottles, the glass cracking under her weight. A small amount of metallic purple liquid poured out, thick and gleaming, absorbing the moonlight like a sponge so that it was clearly visible. The Slytherin girl cast a glance at it indifferently. 'Go on. Guess what it is. Or charm it out of me. Your choice.' She teased, believing he couldn't.
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Post by Markus Ramsay Everritt on Jun 16, 2007 1:18:15 GMT
Markus looked at her smugly, knowing she was merely playing a game with him. He smiled and turned to face her as she had done to him and crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow. Some would believe him just merely confident, but he was arrogant and he often proved why he was right. His demeanour changed never for it.
'There is always someone to stroke my ego, even if no other person is around.' He said, leaning forward slightly, his face close to hers so he could look into her eyes. 'I would usually not enter here because of the scuff marks that could ruin these fine robes, but today my curiosity was piqued when I saw you enter and I felt a certain... boldness for adventure to say.'
His eyes followed down to her foot, her shoe carelessly breaking one of the vials as the liquid poured out and seeped into the ground. He saw it and smiled.
'I believe I have already charmed it out of you.' He said, smiling devillishly at her.
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Jun 25, 2007 10:36:26 GMT
Marishka rolled her eyes, although she was grinning uncotrollably. Markus certainly had audacity - she was surprised he didn't get slapped half the time! Stepping away from the half-covered hole, the bright substance clung to her shoes, leaving her footprints glowing in the darkness. Anyone who was even half a mile away would no doubt see the light, but who would be around on a night like this, especially when it had begun to drizzle?
For a moment Marishka pondered, eying Markus thoughtfully. When was the last time she had spoke to him...? It had been a very long time ago, and she could not understand why they hadn't spoken sooner... of course, she then remembered the small problem of Addis and Morziak (who was now Robby) and the fact that Marishka had been supposed unably to help her follow snake with the matter. Unfamiliar guilt twisted in her stomach now, and inexplicably for him, she spared an apologetic smile, her gaze awkward.
The rain became heavier, a droplet forming on the end of her nose and falling off. It was time to confront Markus. 'Markus... he's here. Somewhere. I'm sorry I lied!' She said rather quickly, and not very efficiently.
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Post by Markus Ramsay Everritt on Jun 26, 2007 12:45:27 GMT
'Who's here?' Markus snorted repulsively. 'Who're you talking about?' He wondered on who she could be talking about, his face showing the puzzling thoughts running through his mind.
The shower had began as usually did during this time of the year, his clothes slightly damp and cold within moments. The sensation in the air changed vibrantly as he looked at Marishka, his eyes widening at what she had meant. He shook his head and closed his hands, before letting off a grunt of rage.
He snuffed out a deep breath and calmed himself, before looking at Mara and seeing her expression, her eyes and seeing how she felt. He calmed further and a small smile appear on his face, all the act of arrogance and charade of superiority leaving. His face softened.
'Thank you... He's alive but you don't know where? That is more than I could have ever expected.' He said quietly, taking her hand in his and bowing, kissing her hand gently.
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Jul 13, 2007 12:30:02 GMT
Marishka watched the darkness, determined to not have to meet Markus's gaze which was surely angry... but anger didn't come. Instead, after a long moment of unbearable silence, he thanked her. Blinking slowly and opening her eyes to be set on him, Marishka took a deep breath and shrugged the hood of her coat over her head. How am I supposed to explain without mentioning Robby? She thought tensely.
'It's all so complicated... but I don't really know myself.' She began, walking to lean against a tree, her foot prints glowing. 'He's been living in here of all places, watching Hogwarts. He's waiting for something, plotting against the ministry - he's got a dragon with him too! Did you know he has a dragon?' Marishka was frowning now. 'He died, Markus. But now he's just... back.'
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Post by Markus Ramsay Everritt on Jul 14, 2007 10:41:30 GMT
((About time you replied!!))
Markus watched her walk away, his eyes filled with joy at the words he heard Marishka say. He calmed down and felt the dread seep away as he relaxed, his mind clear for the first time since coming to Hogwarts, his crusade now over.
'A dragon? Why would he have a dragon? And why is he staying in the forest? He should be staying the castle! He should be staying in Hogsmeade! He should be staying with someone other than in a cold, damp place than this!' Markus said, exploding with a sudden rage that often came about, his looked at Marishka and looked away, feeling a sense of dread wash over him again, he knew he shouldn't take it out on her. 'What do you mean he died and came back? Did the Ministry have anything to do with it? Because if they did, I swear they'll pay with everything my family has.'
He felt his cold, ruthless anger rise now as he spoke, his hand closing and shaking violently at the thought of the government of the magical world taking him away and saying he was killed, but what of the dragon Marishka had said he had? How could a man control a dragon? He had to find out and it seemed that Marishka knew more than she was willing to say.
'Please tell me everything...' He said quietly, standing still in the centre of the clearing, his eyes closed and the only sound he heard was the beating of his own heart.
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Post by Marishka Mayfair on Aug 4, 2007 22:36:43 GMT
(( I know, I'm horrible for leaving this so long! I got stuck! Promise I I'll reply straight away from now on!  ))
Marishka felt panic rise in her as Markus suddenly bombarded her with questions, his eyes full of pure eagerness, perhaps even desperateness. This was only made worse by the anger shaking in his voice – Marishka couldn’t tell whether he was angry at her or just the whole scenario in general. She realised this was not the first time she had given an obscure answer to his very straight questions, and she now felt very ashamed that she had been toying with him like this, even if she hadn’t meant to. This was Markus’s life, Markus’s family and enemies… and she was actually thinking about keeping him in the dark, and for what good?
Markus’s face was alive with questions, his eyes darting about her’s, his whole posture strained as if ready to pounce on her first words. This was going to be difficult.
‘Okay, Markus.’ She said quietly, calmly. ‘I’m going to tell you everything, and you’re not going to interrupt until I’m done.’ It was really more of a request, although Marishka was much more used to telling people what to do, not quite managing it. ‘Leigh and his dragon aside for a moment… Morziak is back.’ Markus opened his lips to react, but Marishka held her hand over his mouth swiftly. ‘But something happened to him. He changed from one thing to another, through… I don’t actually know, but everyone, meaning Leigh and Mandrake Black – yes, he's involved, Leigh asked him to, erm – thought they’d managed to kill him. I found him though, and he’s… different. Younger. He says his name is Robby – does that mean anything to you? – and he’s up at the school right now. He’s there because Leigh took him there… and Leigh is there too.’
Marishka’s voice had broken a little while back, and she swallowed, hand still over his mouth. ‘He’s trying to get back into the school under the name of Everritt.’
This last bit of information was where Marishka had to stop, as it was the part of all of this that she least understood. She knew Leigh and Markus were related, but she didn’t see why he would be so indiscreet as to use Markus’s surname.
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Post by Markus Ramsay Everritt on Aug 5, 2007 10:45:08 GMT
Markus listened, his eyes looking for more to what was being said, but he heard and listened on what had happened to Morziak, how he had changed into this "Robby" and why was he at the school?
Markus gave off a sigh of relief, a calm smile washing over his face as he looked at Marishka and laughed gently.
'He's alive, that's all I care about.' Markus said, looking up into the night sky, though still raining and the droplets bombarded his face with their cold, he smiled and felt nothing could stop him. 'He may be my cousin, but he's more of an older brother, well, since Octavious died when I was nine.' Markus said, then hearing the tone of Marishka's voice he looked down at her, his face showing a reflection of misunderstanding.
'How could he be an Everritt? He is my Second Cousin, my mother and his father are cousins, and then the blood is thinned... I know he is a wandless magic master, but not even he could... Octavious...' Markus said, his eyes widening in shock. He closed both hands and looked down at the ground. 'He could easily change his face to match that of my brother, Octavious', and the Wizarding world doesn't know of my brother's death. He must be desperate to use my families name...'
Two questions remained in him, one that he thought was rather funny, the other serious in nature.
'What about this dragon?' He said with a smile, then his face grew serious. 'And what of the Ministry? Were they involved?'
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