Gladius - A Harry Potter Private RP {Oblivion and Corruption)

[Oblivion]

Zaar stood in a train station, carrying a single suitcase and ignoring the confused stares of passerby, due to his black robe making him stand out like a sore thumb. He silently glanced around with his crimson-red eyes, before calmly walking into what appeared to be a stone wall, but he found himself stepping into Platform 9 3/4, better known as the station for the Hogwarts Express.

He gave a grin. A new year. New experiences, new spells to learn, new people to test the spells on...needless to say, he always enjoyed his time at Hogwarts.

He noticed the sound of someone else passing through the barrier, followed by the sound of a particularly irritated owl cry. He turned around, only to find a fellow student, hands in the pockets of his jacket, dark purple eyes giving him a cold, hard, stare. And on his shoulder, his companion, a pitch-black owl named Umbra.

"Dusza," Zaar said with a voice as cold as ice, a bemused smirk quickly settling. "Good to see you again."

Dusza's eyes narrowed. "I'm afraid I can't say the same," he replied.

 

[jury]

Rachel smirked as she loitered on the platform, eyes running over the confused muggles around her. Shooting sarcastic waves at those staring she headed towards the barrier to Platform 9 3/4, her trunk bumping along behind her. Glancing round to ensure no-one was watching she stepped through the barrier, walking calmly out through the other side. Euth sat atop her head, his beady eyes flickering over those around the duo, taking in everything it could see.

Rachel sighed, skimming the thoughts of those in her general vicinity in an attempt to gauge how many of her friends were near. None, it seemed. Clutching her amulet she disappeared into the shadows, apparently content with remaining unseen until she could locate one of her normal companions.

Trunk still thumping along against the ground behind her Rachel began to wade through the crowds.

 

[Oblivion]

"Lighten up, will you?" Zaar said to Dusza, though that devious smile still remained. "We can't start our trip to Hogwarts on a sour note, now can we?"

Dusza scowled. "I don't have time for this," he said, before walking off.

Zaar gave a chuckle. "Dusza will always be Dusza," he said to himself, before making his way to directly to the trolley. He didn't have anyone to say goodbye to, and quite honestly, he preferred things that way. He passed by a group of first-years, who gave a chuckle when he passed by.

Zaar stopped in his tracks, and turned to face the group. "What's so funny?" he said, his expression hardening.

"Nothing," one of the first-years said. "We were just trying to figure out how much of a weirdo you look like." The group began howling in laughter at the joke.

Zaar gave a smile. "Really?" he said. He slowly stuck out his right arm, before a snake snapped out of the sleeve of his robe, displaying its fangs and giving a particularly loud hiss, scaring the first-years half to death.

"Now, now, Veleno," Zaar said to the snake, which closed its mouth, looking between the first-years. "Boomslang venom. Incredibly poisonous, but slow to act. Which guarantees that, given the right conditions, you die an incredibly slow and painful death," Zaar explained, enthusiasm quite obvious. "Come along, Veleno. Let us take our business elsewhere." With that, the snake retreated back into Zaar's sleeve, and he walked off, leaving the first-years scared out of their wits.

 

[jury]

Rachel hummed as she shoved past a group of second-years, sending one of them crashing into the floor with the force behind the shove. Rolling her eyes as the kid began to scream something about demons she slipped past the rest of the group, Euth chattering somthing that would likely sound completely ridiculous een if she could understand squirrels.

Which she couldn't. So it probably sounded even more ridiculous, despite how easily she ignored the noise. Nonethless the creature continued it's incessant chitter, and Rachel continued ignoring it. Sliding casually onto the train Rachel let out a hiss of irritation as Taint landed on her shoulder, his talons piercing her skin slightly.

"Stupid bird," she muttered, reprimanding the creature but otherwise ignoring it's presence as she searched for an empty compartment.

Finding one almost instantaneously and settling down immediately afterwards with a sigh Rachel withdrew one of her many schoolbooks, flipping through it casually. Of course she wasn't actually reading - despite being a Ravenclaw and despite her passion for learning she was far too busy to actually read the text. If anything it was a guise, a ploy, if you will.

Eyes skimming over the text but not taking anything in the Ravenclaw began to skim the thoughts of those around her, digging for gossip in their minds, forcing her way past their weak, undeveloped Occlumency barriers.

 

[Oblivion]

Dusza had made his way to the Hogwarts Express, and was absent-mindedly walking through the train, whilst trying to find somewhere to make his seating arrangements. He had found a compartment that was only occupied by a girl reading a book, with an owl perched on her shoulder. "Would you mind if I were to sit here?" he asked with a surprisingly soft voice.

During the previous four years, he had built a reputation of being a loner. He felt that he should come out of his shell this year. He had never been a social person, but he wanted to rectify that with utmost haste.

 

[jury]

Rachel's eyes darted up from the book she was 'reading', flinching when she realised there was someone other than herself in the compartment. Oh. How peculiar. The student seemed to be waiting for something, and she realised that she had probably been adressed, eyes widening slightly as she attempted to recall what the boy had said. Failing miserably and deciding that she should just stick with what she knew and check his thoughts she chirped out a 'sure', in a faux-cheery tone, trying but not succeeding to make herself seem any less suspicious.

Taint made a strange noise in the back of his throat and Rachel shot the creature a filthy look, the animal relinquishing it's grip on her arm and fluttering down to rest on the table.

Rachel stood, nodding to the boy and extending a hand.

"Rachel Lucian, fourth-year Ravenclaw at your service."

 

[Oblivion]

"Dusza Koning," he replied, shaking the outstretched hand. "I also happen to be a fourth-year Ravenclaw. I am surprised that we have not met." He took his seat across from Rachel, immediately noticing the intricate amulet that she was wearing. "Quite a peculiar amulet," he noted. "It has a bit of an arcane aura to it." Umbra, Dusza's owl, regarded Taint with an apprehensive, almost challenging look.

Meanwhile, Zaar was also trying to find his seat on the compartment, shoving aside anyone who was stupid enough to be in the immediate vicinity. They noticeably shrunk a bit when he walked past, and he enjoyed every moment. His reputation definitely preceded him.

He saw Dusza on his way, along with some girl he didn't recognize. Not able to resist another round of antagonizing, he opened the door. "My, my, Dusza," he noted. "You actually mustered up the courage to sit with someone on the Express...that's a first."

 

[jury]

"Well," she responded, snickering slightly, "you haven't really made yourself known to the rest of us, have you?" She seemed fairly content now, given that he seemed to have ignored how suspiciously she had been acting. Nonetheless his question startled her, and she raised an eyebrow, suddenly tense again. "Ah, yes. Passed down from the pureblood side of my family. It is...of value to my person." Hopefully the lacklustre reply was enough to ward him off asking anymore questions she would consider untoward.

Taint seemed to move forward, raising himself up slightly and cocking his head at the other bird, wings flaring outwards slightly.

At the sound of another voice Rachel felt her head move subconciously to face the new arrival. Oh, she found herself thinking, her lips curving upwards into a sinister, if not somewhat challenging grin. She'd heard of him. And how fun it would be if she could find out his secrets. Why, she could ruin the boy, shatter his reputation in one foul blow.

Oh this would be interesting indeed.

 

[Oblivion]

Dusza nodded. "That's how most artifacts are found nowadays. Family heirlooms," he noted.

Zaar gave a chuckle. "I haven't introduced myself, have I? My name is Zaar. Fourth-year Slytherin. Generally known for my tendency to hex others when bored, but that isn't too important right now. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better places to be."

With that, he turned around, and walked off to find his own compartment.

"Don't trust a word he says," Dusza cautioned Rachel. "First chance he gets, he'll curse you. He's also taken an unfortunate interest in the Dark Arts."