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| Ryan Miller |
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Slytherin prefect.
Group: 7th Year Slytherin
Posts: 58
Member No.: 16
Joined: 19-August 08
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Ryan paced through the first floors corridors, got this school was boring, he hadn't seen one of his mates in what seemed an age, where were they all hiding!? God he hated how big this dump was, he didn't even like it here, he'd learnt to resent his mother and all that came with her, including her annoying magical blood that ran in his veins. He knew all too well that he was like her in so many ways, he had moments where he seemed to forget who he was and turned into some monster. He just become a psychopath till he could gain control and remember that he wasn't his mother.
Ryan even rejected his middle name, Khrist, which was the only noticable link to his mother, unless you'd seen his mother that is, they're wasn't too much similarity but enough to notice. Of course, Khrist, was quite obviously russian which didn't go with the rest of his name and had clearly not come from his father's side. Now, his mind came back to the present, his converse clicking and echoing around the corridors. Turning a corner, he found he was met by the appearance of girl he'd seen around the common room, he'd nicknamed her skellitore in his head. The girl was less than a twig for freaks sake.
"Ah, Jordan, having a good morning?" he chirped.
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 I can feel it again, feel it again, the darkness is coming...Khrist is here |
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| Ryan Miller |
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Slytherin prefect.
Group: 7th Year Slytherin
Posts: 58
Member No.: 16
Joined: 19-August 08
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A small smile creased Ryan's lips, reading her body language and her words he chuckled, "You don't remember my name, do you?" the chuckled rang out gently once more. "The name's Ryan Miller." Ryan looked her up and down, taking in her posture, he'd say she was a pureblood, of a high rank no doubt. The name Ryan Miller was unescapably muggle, it would be interesting how she responded to this and if he'd have to pull out his mother's name, anyone in the high up purebloods knew her.
Unconsciously, his shoulders and back straightened to show him at his full height and magnificience in his muggle suit, simple black and white, although much more black as the only white was the shirt. Now, his attention was drawn to her words, tan? tan?!!! This girl could pass for death itself!
"My day? It's not....going that is. Can't find anyone."
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I can feel it again, feel it again, the darkness is coming...Khrist is here |
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| Ryan Miller |
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Slytherin prefect.
Group: 7th Year Slytherin
Posts: 58
Member No.: 16
Joined: 19-August 08
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A crude smirk graced his face, "Filth?" he knew damn well what she meant, but he'd decide to see if he could drag her pureblood discrimination out of her, he bet himself a knut he could. "Do you mean muggle borns?" he quirked an eyebrow.
He really shouldn't enjoy torturing the posh and up themselves, but he did, mainly because he was counted as filth but had the punch of fear for being a direct relation of the infamous Naina Petrovitch. A card that he played close to his chest, no one other than his closest friends and people he'd had to use it as a threat against know this small detail about him.
"Yes, i have just been wondering, pretty much. Got nowt better to do than scare people." He shrugged then rolled his neck which issued a crack. Still, his dark eyes surveyed her calmly, this girl had some serious self esteem issues to come out as this twig. The trick to truly reading someone was to try and work out WHY they do what they do...
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I can feel it again, feel it again, the darkness is coming...Khrist is here |
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| Ryan Miller |
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Slytherin prefect.
Group: 7th Year Slytherin
Posts: 58
Member No.: 16
Joined: 19-August 08
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Suddenly, his shoulders hunched ever so slightly, his head tilted to the left and his entire body leaned in that general direction, a glint of insanity flickering across his brown eyes as a grin cursed his mouth. Ryan's tongue snaked out, slid across his top lip followed by his teeth glancing over his bottom lip.
He took a sharp hissing intake, "Yes, scare people" he chuckled in an amused manner, "I'm a half blood, my muggle father raised me, cared for me and sheltered me while my witch of a mother ran with her tail between her legs, i guess that's the problem with you pureblood ponces, when the going gets tough, you get gone."
"Although, my mother you may know, Naina Petrovitch, unfortunately for me, I have inherited some of her more...fearsome traits but without her ridiculous ideals about the pure bloods being better. I dare any pureblood to try me, i'll save the memory in a pensive and they can witness as this half blood kicks them up and down the room." his tone now viscious and almost a snarl, all amusement gone from his features and tone. Slowly, he felt the darkness of his mother seeping to the front of his mind.
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I can feel it again, feel it again, the darkness is coming...Khrist is here |
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| Ryan Miller |
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Slytherin prefect.
Group: 7th Year Slytherin
Posts: 58
Member No.: 16
Joined: 19-August 08
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As this darkness filled him he felt his power and instincts rage and build to fill his very form and almost radiate around him, all control was lost as his blood took hold, instinctively his Legilimens kicked in but even without entering her mind he could almost feel her emotions and thoughts, she was projecting them in her body language, positioning, the look in her eyes, the way her features were arranged, all tell tale signs. She believed she wasn't afraid of him, how nieve, he could see the fear in her eyes, but there was also some cockyness in her face and body, she thought she was protected by the school premises, oh how wrong she was, all sense had left Miller's body now.
Deep down in his subconscious, even his normal self was enjoying this, this girl clearly felt she was better than she was and deserved to be put in her place. His wand whipped from his hand with an order from his brain. True, in this form he was truly mighty but that was one of the few spells he could cast wandless even in this state of power and insanity. There was a fine line between brilliance and insanity, in this state, he had the power of the darkness at his whim but he lost all sense, control, compassion and sanity.
Khrist, as he refered to himself in this state, held his wand alike to how voldemort held his. With a flick a desk flew through the air at Jordan's petite, pathetic excuse for a body. A series of flicks sent several pots in quick pursuit. "You are scared of me little girl, i am the eptithany of what all your kind wish to be, powerfull beyond dreams, although i do have to sacriface my mind, but it is of no consequence, power is all that matters!" Khrist roared, although Ryan loved and valued his mind and intelligence, Khrist revelled in power and destruction.
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I can feel it again, feel it again, the darkness is coming...Khrist is here |
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| Ryan Miller |
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Slytherin prefect.
Group: 7th Year Slytherin
Posts: 58
Member No.: 16
Joined: 19-August 08
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A look of subtle respect mounted his face as the desk exploded, 'Lucky rodent' then he attempted to enter the recesses of her mind, find her weaknesses and exploit them, then he'd bring her to her knees mentally and physically, he drove at any pathetic shields such a simple, weak mind could provide against his immense power. Here he found all he wanted, quickly retreating from her deformed views on the world.
He laughed a mad man's laugh, "I'm surprised your fat arm lift it's own weight! You tub of lard, no wonder Riley was your parents favorite, a perfect example of a pureblood, strong, confident and attractive, unlike your flabby, weak, feeble self." he spat these words with content, playing on her biggest weaknesses trying to crush that small spark of defiance he saw in her mind. How could she think she was better? How!? She was barely a shadow of a human. "The only way you could possibly hope to defeat the pure power of my darkness was if you sat on me!"
Rictusempra his thoughts merely whispered with a flick of his wand quickly followed by Reducto, combination of these would easily smack her slender form into a solid brick wall that stood slightly further down the corridor.
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I can feel it again, feel it again, the darkness is coming...Khrist is here |
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| Ryan Miller |
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Slytherin prefect.
Group: 7th Year Slytherin
Posts: 58
Member No.: 16
Joined: 19-August 08
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Khrist laughed, it was like a bark, she truly amused him with her weakness, everyone knew your magical power came from your mind, body and soul, her body was feeble and her mind was a joke, granted she had a powerful soul but that was of no consequence, she aptly weakened by her mind and body.
With a tiny flick of the wrist, with an air of a giant discarding a flys dead body, he deflected the spell harmlessly off against the wall. "You hatred weakens you, as does your lardish body! Riley would have reduced me to dust by now! How do you exercise with all that fat straining on ur heart!"
He began to twirl his wand and all the darkness and shadows around gathered to him, his limbs and body growing as the shadows joined with flesh, not even Ryan, hidden deep in his body's mind, knew how Khrist was doing this. Now, he was complete, standing at a monsterous seven foot two inches, he loomed over the twiglet of a girl.
"You think you are not afraid of me? There is a fine line between bravery and stupidity, you chubby idiot, that line is fear, if you do not fear me then you are simply being stupid. Then again, your opinions on purebloods have already proved this stupidity holds no bounds!" He cackled at her and flicked his wand several times and more items of furniture flew through the air for her fragile body.
He now cast expelliarmus followed by Petrificus Totalus and Wingardium Leviosa. He assumes she'd blast the furniture again expecting that to be the attack unaware of the hidden assault using the cover of the furniture to reach their target.
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I can feel it again, feel it again, the darkness is coming...Khrist is here |
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