Post by Angrod Jacoby on Oct 16, 2008 19:30:07 GMT
Surviving in such a mudblood infested establishment wasn’t easy for Slytherins, slowly but ever so surely they were being worn down and views that were once held were diminishing, fading into the past, everyone was supposed to love and live in harmony now. It repulsed Angrod, he’d always kept his head down low, that was how he was surviving, certainly he wasn’t outspoken with his views of filthy mudbloods, but his attitude was still strong, he just rarely showed any emotions, rare was it to even see him crack a smile, unless it were a conniving one for a cruel deed well done. His experience was now becoming vast, he liked to think so, but deep down he still knew he had a lot to learn, namely and likely most importantly was to start dealing with people. No longer could he remain concealed within the shadows working on his plans, soon they would have to be set into motion, it was finding the correct opportunity to cause maximum disruption and devastation. Gradually the cogs of the mighty machine that was his master plan were turning slowly into motion, thankfully he was a patient sole he had all his life to wait if absolutely necessary. In fact so set upon the decisive moment was he that he would even hand down his plan to descendants if the opportune moment didn’t arise.
There was one major flaw in that plan, how would he come about having descendants, he’d never had relationship, not even sham of one, in fact he’d never looked twice at anyone, yet he reasoned he wasn’t particularly ugly, surly definitely, but the dark, dour look could work he believed, he just needed to meet the right person, someone as dark and devious as himself, which so far had been impossible in this blasted place.
Now Angrod rarely showed his emotions, it wasn’t that he concealed them, it was actually, believe it or not, that he wasn’t really ever affected by any extremes of emotion, he was always cool, calm and collected, to the point of being icy and cold. Yet rising this morning he was in a foul mood, what few friends, (they were more acquaintances really) knew him, noticed his change of mood instantly, Angrod was the surly one who was always found bent double over books in darkened corners, the running joke, which he found ludicrous, was that he must eat nothing but carrots to be able to see in the unlit corners of rooms he skulked in, black eyes pouring over his books endlessly. He had failed to see the funny side and responded curtly, “My diet’s well rounded I thank you.” Which had just increased the laughter, but Angrod had been fairly oblivious to it, not now though, he hadn’t slept a wink as he’d fruitlessly mulled over his plan, poking large holes in it over and over, always finding complications, preparing for any and all eventualities was truly difficult, and he had to stay on top of his studies too, a near insurmountable task given his full timetable and the sky high expectations of his family that he had to meet.
The problem was that he had lost track of time, and now was set back, he’d even had to skip his shave he was so far behind schedule. So it was that he stalked through the Slytherin common room, growling with as much menace as he could muster, which was considerable given his current state of mind, and much practise in front of a mirror, that people were to move, post-haste out of his way. Whether it was surprise that he was actually talking to them or actual fear, which even he himself found hard to believe, students did actually move aside as he strode down to his first lesson of the morning.
He arrived with no incident, answered a number of questions in class, excelled himself even by speaking out, but he couldn’t get rid of the look of abject surprise from his professor as he’d walked in ten minutes later. It was plaguing him, the vision was taunting him, drifting before his eyes as he now struggling to eat the single slice of toast he was munching for lunch, something drastic would have to happen to lift the miserable Slytherin from this dark reverie. Something extraordinary.
There was one major flaw in that plan, how would he come about having descendants, he’d never had relationship, not even sham of one, in fact he’d never looked twice at anyone, yet he reasoned he wasn’t particularly ugly, surly definitely, but the dark, dour look could work he believed, he just needed to meet the right person, someone as dark and devious as himself, which so far had been impossible in this blasted place.
Now Angrod rarely showed his emotions, it wasn’t that he concealed them, it was actually, believe it or not, that he wasn’t really ever affected by any extremes of emotion, he was always cool, calm and collected, to the point of being icy and cold. Yet rising this morning he was in a foul mood, what few friends, (they were more acquaintances really) knew him, noticed his change of mood instantly, Angrod was the surly one who was always found bent double over books in darkened corners, the running joke, which he found ludicrous, was that he must eat nothing but carrots to be able to see in the unlit corners of rooms he skulked in, black eyes pouring over his books endlessly. He had failed to see the funny side and responded curtly, “My diet’s well rounded I thank you.” Which had just increased the laughter, but Angrod had been fairly oblivious to it, not now though, he hadn’t slept a wink as he’d fruitlessly mulled over his plan, poking large holes in it over and over, always finding complications, preparing for any and all eventualities was truly difficult, and he had to stay on top of his studies too, a near insurmountable task given his full timetable and the sky high expectations of his family that he had to meet.
The problem was that he had lost track of time, and now was set back, he’d even had to skip his shave he was so far behind schedule. So it was that he stalked through the Slytherin common room, growling with as much menace as he could muster, which was considerable given his current state of mind, and much practise in front of a mirror, that people were to move, post-haste out of his way. Whether it was surprise that he was actually talking to them or actual fear, which even he himself found hard to believe, students did actually move aside as he strode down to his first lesson of the morning.
He arrived with no incident, answered a number of questions in class, excelled himself even by speaking out, but he couldn’t get rid of the look of abject surprise from his professor as he’d walked in ten minutes later. It was plaguing him, the vision was taunting him, drifting before his eyes as he now struggling to eat the single slice of toast he was munching for lunch, something drastic would have to happen to lift the miserable Slytherin from this dark reverie. Something extraordinary.
