up to no good /scott, kenichi, jason

[skye williams]

Skye walked fast, an exciting thrill going through her body, as she made her way through the university's dungeons. Eventhough she was a slytherin, she didn't like the dungeons at all. She'd heard that the slytherin common room had been there at Hogwarts, and was glad that she went to Beauxbatons in her time. The dungeons were nothing but cold and dark. It was almost depressing to walk around there, but at the moment Skye could care less.

Something exciting was going to happen, finally, here at school and she was a part of it. She rolled up the sleeves of her jumper to look at her watch, she was going to be perfectly on time and she smiled when she let her hand slipt down over her Dark Mark tattoo. She'd it for a couple of years now, and it was (quite a horrible) joke when she got it. She'd gotten in big trouble with the school staff on Beauxbatons and Skye laughed out loud at the memories. Don't people ever have fun? Whenever she was bored, she liked to flash the tattoo sometimes in public places, just to see the reactions on people's faces. It's been 30 something years since that damned battle, you'd think people had gotten over it.

Skye knocked and opened the door of the empty room they'd made the appointment in. No one was there yet, which gave her the oppurtunity to sit on the only stool left there. It cracked dangerously under her weight, but it still held her. She couldn't wait for the others to arrive. Scott, Jason and Kenichi should all be here soon, and then the fun was able to begin.

Skye already had certain plans and visions in her head, rolling around, changing by day, but they were all awesome and she couldn't wait until Halloween was here. She couldn't wait to see everyone's faces, all the reactions, even from people outside of the university probably. Yeah, this was going to be something big, nothing like this had happened in... well, 30 years. Skye sighed happily and looked up when the door opened again.

"Well hello, took you guys long enough!" She said jokingly, and smirked at the person that had walked in.

[jason draganov]

Jason wandered down to the dungeons, he was already running late, but when did he actually show up on time. erm never. he had his hood up on his jacket. he was heading to the first Death Eaters meeting, he had no idea how all this stuff was going down, but he had known that they were going to cause havoc at the Halloween ball, as if that night wasn't going to be drama filled enough him and a few fellow snakes had planned a suprise for the school which could lead to to them being expelled but only if they were caught, which he had no plans of doing.

finding himself down in the dungeons he felt more at home, it felt more like it did at Durmstrang the cold was surprisingly plesant on his skin. he pulled the jacket round himself tighter as he got further into the dungeons the temprature dropped further, he could actually see his breath which was slightly off putting to him, almost made him turn back and go back to the warmth of his room and send them a message just to meet there before they all froze to death, nope he kept walking finding the room the were meeting in.

he didn't bother to knock, instead letting himself in and looking around finding Skye already sat there "you try finding a room in the near pitch black" he muttered sarcastically towards the girl "and the freezing cold, its colder than it is in Bulgeria" he shook his head as he made his way over to the girl and sat on a desk near her.

looking round he wasn't sure who had picked the room out, it seemed like no one had used it in years if ever, it was dark and dingy "you couldn't have picked a room with more light could you?"

[aizawa kenichi]

It has been over 30 years since the end of the Second Wizarding War. After the longest period of mourning over the unfortunate dead and rebuilding the walls of everyone's life, the wizarding world had once again return to normal. The scars still lingers but it was fading faster than expected with the entry of the newer generation. All that time Ken had been as 'alive' as any living dead, watching the war unfolding and ending before him. Like a mere handful of smarter (or lazier) vampires, he kept a low profile, avoiding all the unnecessary deaths. Heading to the realm of the dead was not on his checklist...yet. 

Smiles and laughter began to fill the air around because the light had beaten the darkness. However, unbeknownst to those innocent laughter, the shadow of the Death Eaters have not disappeared together with the death of the Dark Lord. A band of Slytherins had reincarnated the group. They will be gathering formally for the first time to plot out the upcoming Halloween crash and Ken is one of them. The ever supposedly friendly and hardworking prefect who is heliophobic and anemic.

The lone Slytherin walked through the corridors of the dark and leaking dungeon. An ideal place to shoot a horror scene. The sound of his shoes splashing against the occasional puddle of water, echoed. In the dungeons, he felt safe wrapping up in the comfort of the ever present shadow. It was home. After walking for what seemed like an hour (must have been a darn good hidden location), he finally stood before the door. He kicked open the door, not wanting to use his hands that were snugly tucked in his pocket. Just in time to hear Jason's complain.

With a wave of his wand, the torches that lined the walls of the room were alive with fire. The nest of spider's supper and layers of dust burnt together with it. "Anymore brighter and it did defeat the purpose of being secretive." Making his presence known to the two Slytherin. 

He lean against one of the dry walls, loosen his tie and took out a suspicious box of tomato juice. Now they're waiting for the last of the band. "The boss is late." Literally, Scott is his boss but only during prefect duties. He had not seen him the whole day or perhaps Ken had been spending a bit too much time snoozing happily somewhere secluded and dark. 

[scott alexandre dantes]

Scott pulled out his grandfather's pocketwatch. The pocketwatch that his grandfather had given him before he had been 'deported' from his country, France. Before he had been forced to go the that disgusting school named Durmstrang. And here he was at Hogwarts now, following in the footsteps of his Death Eater grandfather.

Why did Scott keep this watch? He asked himself this question many times. Why did he even bother with this whole Death Eater jazz? Did all this stuff really concern him? Even before he asked himself this, he knew the answer. He had already been infected. His grandfather had already engraved his words into Scott's mind, and there was nothing that he could do to scratch it out. Scott Alexandre Dantes was, and had always been, a Death Eater.

But Scott's mind wasn't the only thing that had something engraved on it. The watch did as well. In very small writing, just under it, was a spell. A spell that Scott had never even heard before. He knew it wasn't an Unforgivable, so he planned on using it at the meeting. Just to see what it does. He was the eldest of the members, and he knew he could be intimidating, so they really had no choice but to be his scapegoat for the newest spell in his arsenal: morsmordre.

Scott stopped in front of the slightly opened door. The others were already in there. He could hear them. He could see them. Hair? Check. Clothes? Check. Cocky smirk? Check. Fashionably late? Checkers. Making sure his presence was known, Scott strutted into the room.

He, obviously, ignored the two other boys first. He knew both of them. Jason from Durmstrang. They had not been friends, but he had seen him around. And Aizawa. Aizawa was a good boy. To some extent, he looked up to Scott. Or at least that's what Scott likes to think. Scott liked to imagine Aizawa as his successor for Head Boy. He would not be as responsible, or good looking, of course, but he would do a fine job.

He made his way to Skye first, and ruffled up her hair. "So, children, what'd I miss? And I've got something to tell you guys. It may require a volunteer. Whatever happens happens. " he said, twirling the pocket watch between his fingers.

[skye williams]

Skye smiled when she found out that she didn't have to wait too long for all the others to arrive. Jason and Kenichi came in not far apart from each other and Skye nodded in agreement with Jason. It was hella cold down here, and Skye still wasn't used to it, spending her childhood and teens in france. She shrugged though, showing that she wasn't the one who picked the room and looked at Kenichi instead. She actually had no idea who'd picked this room as a meet up, there have to be better and cooler places in the school, but that'd come in later. This would do for now.

"We'll find something better for the next time, this'll do for now." She said out loud and gave an appreciating look at the flames Kenichi had produced.

Scott walked into the room not much later, like he owned the place and Skye couldn't help the smile on her face. Scott was so... Scott. She allowed him to ruffle through her hair and fixed it by running a hand through it when he was done. She jumped up from the stool and it made an unpleasant noice, she wasn't gonna sit down on that one again. For her own safety. With a quick wave of her wand she sealed the door, making sure no one else could come in or hear them outside. "Nothing much, we were so nice that we'd been waiting for you!"

She walked up close to Scott and saw a word scribbled on his pocket watch. A spell? She looked back at Jason and Kenichi, but no reaction so far. In a few steps she was on the other side of the room, and she widened her arms like she was a target. She smirked towards Scott and nodded at him with a challenging look.

"Give me the best you got then!"