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[Tristen Wilcox]

[It's my sick and twisted]
GYPSYCURSE
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M E L I A
[She can swallow knives, She can swallow LIVES]

Her high pitched hisses of laughed ran from her forked tongue as her sleek, long black body ran over the ground cover of leaves toward their meeting place. They all were supposed to be there free or not, they vowed always to meet at the assigned time. Mel was lucky she was free probably a shocking thing to say about a Ravenclaw in any mind. However the black python crawling along the forrest floor wasn't an ordinary snake, she was a death eater. Possibly an understatment at this very moment, there were only two followers and the leader wasn't exactly known too well yet their patience and loyalty would pay off. Hopefully it wouldn't be just mudbloods this time but blood traitors and mutant beasts. It was elegant the way her slender body fell out of the snakes yet the trail the snake left was ended with a dark brown haired seventeen year old. Not the usual findings.

Her fingers flicked over her quill and partchment in the long robed pockets before chucking them on the large boulders to her right. She'd dawned a daring outfit, for a fact only certain people could pull off a corset without anything over the top yet Melia had done that perfectly and with the long black trousers that covered her feet she was in perfect match. All black, a small green hint on the top of the corset yet that was about it. Throwing herself impatiently over the nearest bounder she crawled snakelike up the top of the broken top and sat with her knees to her chest, hair let loose and wildley blowed in the deep breeze in the forrest. It was dark yet her eyes were sharp, yet deeply outlined with black and shadowed with dark grey like usual. Her lips naturally had a soft rosey red look to them and so she never did anything to them and her skin, thankfully to her, had never had anything severely bad on it.

Taking out the parchment she'd just written only a few moments before snaking her way through the forrest. The deep black colour had a semi-silver shine to it, inside was the threatening words yet with a tap of her wand it folded neatly into a self folded origami like figure. The details of the gypsy's face was outlined in a soft silver and her jewelery in the threating deathly gold which her signature was signed. On her stomach was the name 'Teddy Lupin' waiting to be delivered to him the next morning. It would be quite funny as the booming music started and where set in the parchment in her singing voice. In fact she'd had a plan to have the whole song play when Frae walked in giving her more fear and anger toward her althoguh she'd have to run it up although the charm was already set it could be taken away just as easily.

S T E I G A R
[But you can’t go with her, The Gypsy Woman.]

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[frae vinxon.]

Unlike others she was not an animagus, but she did not need to be. She had studyed the dark magic not only in the restricted section of the library, but also in her fathers private collection for as long as she could read. She had always been fasinated by the prospect of such dark powers, and she had strived to achieve them. But it always came easily to her, and soon others began to notice this. They way she could use dark and forbidden spells with such ease, with such merciless and carelessness. It was such that the rumor began about, only between the most trusted of students. Not even all the Slytherin's did, but two that did. The most devoted, were Melia and Dominick. Voldemort may have been murdered, but his ideals were not gone, nor would they ever be. There had been 20 years of peace, but now someone only need to pick up where he left off. Someone strong enough... someone like Frae.

She walked silently out of the castle, it was night. The time when all students should be in their beds. But not she, she walked across the ground, an eerie presence seeming to vibrate from her aura. She wore black dress robes and a black cloak, they clashed marvellously with her blonde hair which fell to just past her elbows. Her emerald green eyes seemed to be illuminated in the darkness, and upon her chest she bore the badge of a Slytherin. The green 'S' encircled by a serpent. "Expecto Patronum." Her muttered spell made a large blindingly white cobra appear before her, she hissed a message to it, before sending it to the forest. It was her message. The one saying that she would be there soon. In fact, the cobra was her signature, it defined her. Only, there was one other form of Patronus she possesed. A Vampire bat, ironic considering though she was pure blood, her mother had been bitten by a vampire. Making Frae a half vampire also.

She walked into the edge of the forest, where the trees were not so thick. She could see the light of her patronus, winding its way through the tress to the place where they had arranged to meet. She could also hear and eerie song, faintly playing upon the wind. It was menacing to listen to, in fact .. to Frae it was quite pleasing. Yes, she knew who was the source of this song. Melia. Who else? The trees started to thicken and she saw the light of her patronus grow illumingatingly bright. A signal that it had arrived, and then when it reached the point of almost brightness it was lost, vanished. Making one blink several times as to clear the light spots from their vision. She walked into the clearing, nodding at Melia, listening faintly to the song. Melia and Frae had been friends since her first year. I guess you could say they were like sisters. And mark her words, there were few that Frae would consider best friends, let alone like her very own family. "Evening Melia."

[Tristen Wilcox]

[It's my sick and twisted]
GYPSYCURSE
.x. .x.
M E L I A
[She can swallow knives, She can swallow LIVES]

Mel's head darted up as the white serpent coiled around her hissing the message then vanishing. However sure she was it was Frae she still crawled into her black python form and hissed a soft warning before seeing the blond hair and turning back. Yawning lightly she turned her eyes on Frae, still narrowed and suspicious.
"Evening Frae... Why tonight?"
The last part of her question was mumbled lightly as she curled her knees to her chest again before jumping down onto the ground hissing lightly at her landing and cast a silent lumos and the bright light shot from the end of her wand as she lay it on the rock away from a greatly obvious light but enough to see eachothers faces. Her hands fiddled with her wild hair before taking a crocodile clip and pinning it up roughly. Her golden blue stare was shadowed yet fell harshly pon her mistress.

"Dom isn't here yet but I thought I'd come earlier to discuss tomorrow. In the morning the letter will be delievered using my uncles bird, he isn't identified as anyones so no one can be blamed. You can't be in the hall until after he's been able to hear it because the exact same music will follow your walk so there are suspicions. I thought you'd want a little more fear since the last person I delievered it to killed himself although there are rumors that 'Gypsy' killed him. I wish, stupid mudblood."
Her head difted left and a soft, pale looking hand in the little white light they had, handed over the black letter smirking darkly. It danced momenteraly before falling still yet it would only open for the person it was adressed to. Blinking more frequently than usual Melia opened her mouth to speak once more but fell silent and awaited appriciation of her plan.

A crack fell from the forrest and Mel melted into her snake form and crept further forward into the shadows yet came back hoisting the crup with the scruff of his neck. It looked paralysed in her firm harsh grip before she dropped it on the rock. Her long black nails and pierced his skin lightly but it was nothing compared to what she wanted to do to him. It yelped softly and then cowred, lying near Mel's wand. She kept her eye firmly on him for a few moments, as if her look would turn him to stone and keep him still before sending a softer more patient waiting stare toward Frae. Many times she had envied the blond yet now she barley thought that way, just wished to help rid the world of impure artifacts. After this year Mel would station herself in Hoogsmeade and be able to crawl in through the defences as a purley innocent black python with a white wolf at her heels. That was if the idiot showed up.

S T E I G A R
[But you can’t go with her, The Gypsy Woman.]

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[Dominick Lysander]

He took his time getting out of the grounds; making sure none followed, what was he? Paranoid? Nay, he was sure Frae would hate someone finding them out. He smirked at the thought of what the beautiful Melia would do to the idiot. His pace was a little faster and he slowly changing; his face legnthened, his body buckled a little, a long tail grew out of his behind. Before long a white wolven creature was jogging where he had been. His pink tongue rolled out and he turned on a full run to get to the meeting.

He came nearer and stopped yards away; his hearing was keen and his eyes just as well; he could see Frae and Melia conversing. Then frae slipped away in her python form and brought out some idiot, he smirked in enjoyment. Coming closer Melia was waiting to have the command to kill the thing. Dom would not give them a name. He jogged closer and sprang into his human form who walked the rest of the way through the trees.

"Having ourselves a little party, eh?" He smirked in a tease; of course there should be other followers but obviously there were only idiots here. He looked to Melia; her dark hair was his interest in the night, something the shadows ate when she wanted to be unseen. She mustn't know how truly beautiful she was, staying in the shadows all the time it seemed. For a death eater, Dominick loved outside, more so in his dog form though. He wished Melia wouldn't be so discreet sometimes but then it wouldn't be her that he liked.

[esme]

<sup>Easeful the forest, easeful its mansions perfected
Where we grow and decay no longer , our trees ever green

The leaves rustled beneath her feet, and swept behind her, catching slightly on her billowing robes. Esme hadn't bothered to change out of her school uniform, she had only just been informed that her presence was desired. She scowled, they might have given her a little warning. Speaking of warning, where exactly was she supposed to go? 'In the Forbidden Forest, we have a meeting place. Be there. Don't be followed.' Well she wasn't followed at least that was for certain, the witch stopped a moment and listened. Birds, leaves rustling, a shrill pixie, and whispers. She nodded once in confirmation then drifted toward the sound of hushed voices. Malakhi clung to her elbow his furry black body blending in perfectly with her black robes.

Esme emerged into a clearing and quietly observed the three people standing there, two witches one wizard, all much older than her. She didn't know any of their names save for Melia, so she merely stood quietly on the outskirts of the forest clearing, her blonde hair carelessly draped across half her face and waited for them to notice her.</sup>

[Matthew Malfoy]

<sub>He'd recieved the message not too long ago and had made his way down here accordingly. Ditching his crowd in the school, he made his way unseen to the forbidden forest. He could guess who would be there...Melia, Frae, Dom, and of course Esme.

"Malfoy!"

"Shit"

He muttered, placing a fake smile on his face as a teacher called to him. She had a brief conversation with him about his grades, lecturing him on the importance of homework. He nodded and smiled, all the while cursing her in his mind. He hated her class anyway, always had. When she finally laid off, he muttered a spell.

"Expecto Patronum."

His white tiger patronus padded swiftly ahead of him, dissappearing into the forest. It would let them know he was coming. Entering the forest, he sought out the ordained place. They were there, just as heknew they would be. SMirking a greeting to them, he stood by his cousin Esme and draped a casual arm around her shoulders. Her mother was his Aunt Bellatrix, one of the most famous Death Eaters in history. And his own father...well, let's just sxay Matthew did his best to overcome the reputation of his father, Draco. Coward that he was. Matt was the polar opposite of him when it came to nerve.

"Frae, Melia, Dom."</sub>

[frae vinxon.]

Darkness. It was the surreal cover of this substance that made the serenity the level of eerieness that it was. In fact, one might say it was perfect for a gathering, such as the type she intended on having. For this was not a mere meeting of students in the forest, it was more what you would call a recruitment ... to see who of the old families would remain loyal to the cause, to see who would remain, but most importantly .. who would return? It was strange how people judged loyalty by how others judged commitment, proof of commitment was a big part of her new clan. For you see, voldemort had the right way, of gathering followers, dark witches and wizards, or those who had been bewitched to return. But Frae did not want those, she wanted ones who would not deny they had ever been a part of the new death eaters if they were caught. And so she needed to plan initiation .. but as to what and how ... that would be in future plans.

Grace came to most naturally, and that was obvious enough in they way she carried herself and held her posture. Even the scrapings of the branches and brambles upon her robes did nothing to deter the pride she held within her stance. Aye, this girl was indeed a proud one, and she was not afraid to let it show. But like most in her house, of her blood. She was cold, no heart, or a limited one. Her heart had been shut off from the world, love ... was not a word in her vocabulary. Atleast, it hadn't been. Matthew changed that, though he did not know it, for she masked it well enough. Before he changed from best friend to more, it had only been Lust that she knew. Nobody knew the way she felt about him, not even Melia and Dom, who were like her siblings. No, for those feelings she kept to herself. Even though she knew they would understand, they must see something ... it would be so obvious.

She smiled as Melia materialised from her snake form, Melia was stealthy, taking cautions in her stride. But she did it with ease. When she was younger, she had envied the older girls ability to transform into a snake, and Dom's ability to transform. But now she did not care, you did not need to be an animagus to be powerful, after all ... Voldemort himself was no animagus. Her lips which had fallen back to their pursed, blank state quirked slightly as Melia spoke. Tonight? The one day of the year when the moon shone more brightly than any other? Casting all which befell it in some eerie light. The question she should be asking was not why ... but why not?

Again Melia spoke, this time to business. Frae listened to her words intently, nodding where a nod was wanted but otherwise remaining wordless, motionless. "I wonder." She spoke, shortly after Melia had finished speaking. What she was saying greatly appealed to Frae, for she hated Lupin, almost as much as she hated the Weasley's and the Potters. He was no better, in fact .. just as bad. "... I wonder how dear Teddy will react to this." She said quietly, her voice holding sadistic pleasure. She was nodding to Melia, her friend thought of plans so easily, it was like such a planning came naturally to her. Quick minded and evil, just what Frae loved .. just what Frae adored. But neither Melia nor Dom would ever be a pawn in this game plan, the three were a trio, planning things together. Frae would NEVER put Melia or Dom's life at risk.

She turned as another entered, a smirk upon her lips. Speak of the devil. His words entered her hearing, sly and cunning. Yet there was no hostility or dislike in them, the trio was back. The summer had been lonely with only a few visits to each other, but now they were back. Back in black i guess you could say - quite literally - Never since Voldemort had there been a trio at Hogwarts quite like these. "I guess you could call it that, we are enjoying ourselves are we not?" Her words devulged a unnique kind of hiss, it was interesting in the way she acted to see ... just how she portrayed herself, but she also observed everyone else .. finding weaknesses, strengths and the like. For a good leader did not just act, but they also knew when not to act.

There was another coming, Frae watched the place where she arrived long before the girl turned up. Her eyes narrowed slightly as they set pon the girl. She was a first year, a Slytherin first year. Esme, yes Frae knew all the Slytherin's, she made it a point to. Though not all the Slytherin's knew her. But they had heard either her, or her parents name at some stage in their lives. Frae merely nodded to this new addition, but other than this she made no comment, she was waiting. For there was certianity that one other would come ... all they must do was wait. And sure enough. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw his signature blonde hair, illuminated in the dense light. But she kept her facial expressions blank, hoping to god Melia had not been watching her that second.

"Hello Matthew."