the[STRANGERS]voice [Dom]

[Tristen Wilcox]

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

Swift fingers pulled themselves over the delicate strings of the guitar, stopping frequently to scribble something on a pice of partchment. This was what she did when there were Hogsmeade weekends, write songs for the letters that 'Gypsy' sent. However today her song wasn't for the letters, she had more things on her mind than those in fact she hadn't even bothered with them at all today finding them just obscurring her real mind tapping the guitar with her wand it continued the variations of chords and plucking while floating over to the empty seat. Her foot tapped lightly on the ground givving a slightly drum like feel to the music, her face lit into a smile as she took the quill from her bun making her long brown hair fall delicatly. She dipped it in the ink and started writing, all the while her foot kept tapping and the quitar kept it's tune going.

Sitting up after realizing she was pourd over the partchment she folded it up and stuffed it in her heavy black travelling cloak and turned her back on the door. The intrument stopped and her foot casually slipped into some boots, the small shoes she had been wearing jumped up onto the table and into a bag. Her arms dropped out of the cloak revealing a thick strapped shoulder dress in white which complimented her body nicley as she tapped her boots and they turned white and shrunk into polly-anna shoes. Taking herself upto the bar she picke dup a butterbeer and tossed a coin over the the barman who watched her back to her seat. She was sitting in the darkest corner, other students sitting near the windows looking out at the raining street. The small drops hitting against the window pane.

A smile retracted from her face as the guitar plucked its strings loudly and she grabbed it and placed it into the bag pouring the butterbeer into a glass and looking over the pub still warey of some shadowed faces. It was a relitavley safe place The Three Broomsticks although you still had to be carefull especially on your own. Taking a small sip of the beer she grimaced at the taste and put it back on the table. Mel had never actually liked butterbeer, firewhiskey or pumpkin juice but she had to force herself to look like a normal witch and so she close the one that wasn't the worst and was quite a favorite for her peers.

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

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[Dominick Lysander]

Dominick was merely entering when he saw her poured over the instrument. It was acoustic, he favored rock noise, somewhat at least. He smiled, Melia was his mysterious Mistress. He loved her to death and longed for her to know it; she was too gaurded for him to be sure she understood with every caress that lingerd over her delicate skin. He threw off his cloak and draped it on his arm. Her back was to him and when she went to get beer he turned so she would not see him, this was her surprise. Her stalker returned to advancing when her back was still to him.

He came behind her, bent down to her ear and breathed. "You know that beer taste like shit, firewhiskey is better but you won't allow it to cross you lips without a slight grimance." He was just shooting out what he thought of her alcohol faces and thoughts. He truly wouldn't know if he didn't watch her. He loved the smell of her; fancied her sight, and wished to steal th feeling of her skin. She was the Gypsy woman who sent those letters. She was his Gypsy gal and if anyone came too close he would definately have some unforivable curse escaping his mouth.

[Tristen Wilcox]

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

Melia jumped lightly as she felt the breath on her skin yet the voice was never going to escape her thoughts. Turning her head she planted a small kiss on his lips and smiled lightly.
"I can't stand any of it, I think muggles have the better end of the straw on this front... Only on that front."
Mel's voice was quiet, she was basically known as 'the mute' to anyone other than death eaters. Her fingers clamped together and her legs swung around on the seat followed by her body as she stood up and smiled lightly and looked around, no one seemed to be watching them so she wans't under any danger of her silence being figured out; However she wasn't taking chances. Her hair was strung over her shoulders, random strands at the back, as she turned and looked up to wear some light was coming from.

The inn upstairs would be a good place to tell Dom what he needed to know. Picking up her things she left the full glass of butterbeer on the table and started walking toward the door. She waved her wand silently and left her objects float up the stairs indocating to Domonick to follow him. She looked down the corridor when she'd got up the stairs and frowned before walking into the second closest one. Her things followed rather clumbsily through the door as she drew the curtains across the grubby window.
"Lumos."
The wand sprouted a light blue and the tip glowed lightly. She hadn't made it strong and she didn't want to use the inn's resorced basically because this was a secretive matter that she needed to tell. It was maybe their first real task to have to do.

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

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[Dominick Lysander]

He accepted the light kiss sulkily and stood straight. She was here on business, and it was a shame he was too. His breath huffed and he followed her reluctantly. His smile never faded form her point of muggle luck; he could hold that over her head if he wanted but he wouldn't, he could be nice. The stairs were rickety feeling adn acouple creaked at their weight, Dom smirked and thought of how some girls would take that; they were so sensitive. The corridor was dark and he couldn't help but bump inot Melia as she stopped to turn on the light with her wand.

He followed her and sat on the floor, heistantly he inched over to the side more. He never trusted the floor in the attic, always thinking of it falling through. He looked to Melia for any hint of their first real task. Dominick was more tender with Melia than any of the others, granted she was his girl, but even before he had been. "So, what am I to do?" The thought of business made him grumpy because sometimes he was given some tough jobs, he could handle it but it always put something fun off. Not that he minded if it was to better this damn world.

[Tristen Wilcox]

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

Her eyes opened slightly more as he bumped into her and she had to hold back a laugh. She turned, face to the old curtain she had just drawn, and sighed lightly. She didn't want this to be totally just buisness but that was what she had been instructed to do although they had way too many hours just for a simple explanation.
"She wants us to try and slip out and get the whole information off my uncle before killing the next door neighbour. My uncle,"
She stopped and turned her wand low to the ground giving her face a hollow look as she sat down next to Dom and rested her head on his shoulder.
"He knows everything, well what's happening, and since he used to work at the ministry he got a few copies of mudblood papers. We can use them to go and round them up under watch."

She let her eyes, which shone with a dull black tint, fall up to his face her hands lightly grabbing his face as she sent another kiss onto him.
"Look I'm sorry about the other day, you know me I don't like speaking when others are around and I felt a little show..."
She smoothed out her dress, which fell just above her knees, and sighed once more. Her mind wandered off to what they had to do the thing was it was going to be difficult getting out of the school grounds. Yes they could make up excuses during different classes and slip off under the cover of their disguises before apparating to the ste of her uncles and forcing the papers out of his hand. Then again it was never that simple they always ran into ministry workers, order members or simply people who would throw them off track.

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

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[Dominick Lysander]

How does Frae come up with these things? Dominick shook his head slowly in admiration, that girl was amazing in her work. He owndered if she was too cold to find a partner, he wasn't interested but he was curious. He couldn't see Frae in love, she would become...distracted. Her own love may fear her, Dom smiled at this. "So...your uncle is like our main hit. We need him for alot, will he be willing?" Dom figured no but maybe he was for the adolescents. Dom was worried about the class excuses, he wasn't one to get into too much trouble because he was charming and cunning. Except, this was different, they were leaving school grounds and going to a place Dom didn't even know. This would be harder for him but he'd do it at his best.

He took the kiss almost distractedly by what Frae was asking, this business thing ended up just that for him. He was pondering some ways to get past MaGonagall, she was more of the toughy in the castle. She was too smart and wise for Dom to come up with good excuses with her, the other teachers didn't know him as well as the headmistress. He looked at Melia; yesterday hadn't crossed his ind sicne that moment. "Don't worry about it, I needed to stop." He was being a little shifty but the task was more mind controling than he thought. He hoped Melia wouldn't think this was his way of shoving her off but infact he was absorbed in this task. Damn, Frae was such a mastermind but her fault was leaving the Death Eaters to fend for themselves, what a bitch.

[Tristen Wilcox]

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

She looked at the floor lightly before standing once again, she was slightly more nervous than normal it would have been easier to talk somewhere else althoguh this was the only place she could think of.
"My Uncle is somewhat reluctant shall we say, he didn't want me to find out about my family aka. Bellatrix Lestrange being my grandmother. However if we can get him in an ok mood I'll simply say it's a holiday and I wanted to come see him. He's not really in his mind anymore. If not do you think the Imperious Curse will be good enough?"
She dumped herself on the bed next to her belongings and opened the bag carefully but closed it straight away. She had no idea how she was going to get out of Potions, eitherway the teacher was worse than rumored and rather harsh. After that it was getting past people unnoticed and out of the grounds with a simple whisk.

Her legs crossed slowley as she sat and her arms threaded themselves through the travelling cloak, the air was slightly too cold for a summer dress anymore. Pulling on the small shoes from her bag she packed up her other shoes and smiled lightly.
"Needed?"
She laughed slightly and rested her head on her hands with a small smile and then chucked a scruntched up piece of paper at Domonick. On it was the note she was going to send to her uncle.
Uncle,
We have been let out of school for a few hours to go and see our reletives or do whatever we want in the muggle world as well as in the wizarding world. I'm going to bring a friend with me and we want to talk. I'll be waiting for your famous cooking. - Melia

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

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[Dominick Lysander]

Dominck felt that Melia understood his sense of stealing away being rather tough. He smiled at her explaination; Bella would be proud. "Bellatrix couldn't be a better follower. No matter what others say, had Voldemort wona dn needed to take a wife, she would have been it, married already or not. You are her true heir." He smiled and stood with Melia, she was way better than Bella could have been really, Dominick smirked at his pride and joy. She seemed to thik of everything, the Imperius Curse would work no problem. "It will work...it will be enough as long as we can hold it." He thought it would be easier if someone would cover the two while they were gone.

"Well...I had to...otherwise I would have ravaged you then an there, teacher, witnesses or not." He shrugged at the truth, it couldn't help it. He saw no flaw in Melia and her mind was the same, she was perfect in everywhere and he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer. He walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her waist. "We can do this." His forehead touched hers and he looked down at her into her eyes.

[Tristen Wilcox]

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

She smiled lightly at his words yet took the words with a pinch of salt, there was no dismissing that what Domonick had said was the truth.
"Hey we still don't know if Rodulphus was my grandfather. All hail me!"
Mel let out a little giggle and then watched Dom. She couldn't have fallen for a better man, he was complimentary but not over and he had brains so it was easy to think up plans around him. Mel looked to her wand which sat glowing on the bed and sighed. She didn't know if she could hold it.
"Yeah IF..."
Her teeth bit down lightly, not marking, on her bottom lip as she rubbed her hands together so they would be warmer and to take away nerves.

As he wrapped his arms around she she pulled out of her nervous moment and did the same looking straight into his eyes and letting a dark smirk fall over her face.
"Would you really?"
Her eyebrows shifted upward with an amused look on her face yet she simply just laughed lightly and let herself relax. They didn't have to do it until a few weeks time or maybe sooner they had time to scheme more and make sure there plan was foolproof although sometimes Mel always thought there was no such thing.

-I've gotta go-

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

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[Dominick Lysander]

Dominick shrugged and nodded. "Okay, so there is the slightest chance that Bellatrix's daughter had Voldemort as a father but, the Malfoys were next in line with respect and best followers. NArcissa was Bella's sister, Bella supossedly told her alot...I am sure Cissy would know if Voldemort was your father." Dominick let it go with that and smiled, if he was in love with Voldemort's daughter, it would be amazing but it wouldn't matter to him. "Yea right, all hail you!" He stuck his tongue out and since he was so close it almost touched the bridge of her nose but he didn't stick it out that far.

"I'm sure your uncle will be willing to help us...between the both of us we could control even if he fought back." Dominick assured her but he also needed assurance, they could get in deep shit for the Imperius Curse or any of the unforgivable curses they would use soon enough. He smirked at her inquiry at his truthfulness. He tilted his head back and felt himself contract with laughter. "Had you not left me...yes." He smiled and kissed her full on with passion.

[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 didn't have the energy to say anything back to him and so left it how it was with a small smile turning on her face. She rolled her head onto his shoulder and kissed his neck before returning it to his forhead. She lightly let her hand rest on his cheek although placed it on the side of his neck instead.
"Oh yes I'm the queen you must bow!"
Leaning back on the bedshe dragged Dom with her and smirked lightly laughed softly before moving lightly so her arms wer wrapped around him as far as they could. The matress creaked lightly underneath them but she didn't care.
"Now we have that covered you know that a queen needs her king..."
She laughed again before listening to Dom again and frowning.

"My Uncle is a hard one to crack he's a little strange too if the Ministry have gotten there first we'll have to just kill them too but no pressure right?"
Leaning into his kiss her forked tongue shifted into his mouth flickering and teasing for his own to dance. The nerves of their task seemed to melt away at the touch of his lips and the soft feel of his breathing on top of her. She wasn't uncomfortable under the weight either because she'd been under a lot more namley a statue of pure aztec gold which fell on her. Mel's eyes glittered as the wand bumped into her face and shone slightly more bright but shifted away once it had, her hair sprawled delicatly over the bed sheets and her face soft and relaxed. Now she couldn't care less if anyone walked in it wasn't like it was forbiddon to love someone.

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

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[Dominick Lysander]

Dom gave a side smile; his love of Melia only grew but his knowledge of Della's desire hurt him to be with either of them. He felt like he was becoming the player he swore not to be but he wasn't fooling with Della, and he kept only a friendly position with her... If Melia grew angry with him, well, it would be a wake up call...Her or Della and quite frankly he couldn't even choose now. He ignored these painful thoughts and leaned into his current girlfriend; the future was off aways. He grinned at her comment. "Ah, but what happens when the King becomes uncontrollable?" He felt that uncontrollable urge now and he would have shredded Mel's clothes off had they not been in a public place and had the springs not squeaked. The sound had made him jump slightly but he settled.

"Right...no pressure." He tried to smile but his concern for their own safety lingered in his eyes. He didn't want either to die, especially himself, he had a lot to do in his life. This sounded selfish but he really couldn't compare his life with another, he treasured his and did daring things but not exactly life risking to a high ten out of ten. He sighed into her mouth and finished the kiss with a teasing nip on her bottom lip. He smirked, it was a sin to do many things but not love, not at all.

[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 tongue poked out of the side of her mouth as she thought lightly, even though she knew what she was going to say, followed by a small laugh and her hand to each side of Dom's face.
"The Queen would have to teach him a lesson,"
She leant forward letting her lips fall onto his nose lightly, eyes shutting without a force but a wish. She could feel her heart rying the escape her chest but in a good way, or what she thought. Melia had already been hurt once, he'd been taught a harsh lesson and still had the scars to prove it, and sometimes it made her frightened to give her all into a relationship although with Domonick she felt completly calm and trusting. Her fingers hand worked their way to his short hair at the top of his neck and were brushing over it giving a soft prickle against her fingers.

"Oh no deffinatly no pressure apart from Azkaban but thats nothing."
A sarcastic tone fell from her mouth, it was quite strange talking right now she never talked in school unless it was around people she trusted unlike the Malfoy's who she had a rather large grudge against for no reason in perticular. Right now it was her young relation, Frae and Domonick who heard her voice. It was soft with a gentle pitch in the back with a typical London-like accent nothing more special. Her thoughts of what was going to happen if everything went wrong were brought back to earth with a small nip on her lip. Smirking lightly she lipped at his bottom lip with a small satisfaction that it was a minor get back. She didn't mind of course but it was ust something that she thought was fun, everything he did she would do differently but till atleast rather similar.

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

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[Dominick Lysander]

"Oh, really?" Even as tough as Melia was, Dominick scared himself with his power, he was a strong boy and he didn't want to hurt the girl. His voice dripped with quizzical notions but he let it go with a smirk; he would let her have fun but he wouldn't do anything in this dump. He looked at the bed momentarily...This was the bartender's bed...sort of disgusting. Who knew what dirt hid beneath the sheets; praying for the owner to come up he grinned at Melia, he didn't want to go too far too early, not matter his beliefs he wasn't a jerk.

"Totally." His voice was harsh and sarcastic; Azkaban was hell and he heard stories of people going mad in there. "Not to be...upfront or anything but why doesn't Frae join in?" He raised his brows and held off the romantic stuff for his question. Being a death eater was hell and he intended to get out of it, then again he didn't. His emotions were muddled and he had no clue what to do, he longed for the first year again.