Prof. Jasper Black
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Astronomy Professor.
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Post by Prof. Jasper Black on Oct 14, 2008 20:35:32 GMT -5
|| Jasper || { The Survivor} Among many things about this particular room, Jasper liked that the sun shone right into it. It was even brighter than the sun room. Plus, with Jasper's thin body she was easily "frozen solid".
So, in addition to the morning sun, a blazing fire was going in the fire place and Jasper was sprawled out on the floor in front of it ardently reading, or trying to read, Pride and Prejudice again.
Her fingers nimbly turned the pages of the book, her eyes running over the words, but not really comprehending them. Her thoughts kept going back to what she had found last night on her mother's desk when she went in there to steel the good whiskey that had put her mother to sleep. A letter, written half-way to Addison Lestrange. The same letter that was tucked into the back cover of her book.
Shaking her head, she read on:
"The gentlemen pronounced him to be-Dear Addison. Ack-focus Jasper- a fine figure of a man, the ladies declared he was much handsomer than Mr. Bingley, and -I'd like you to know that our affair has produced a child. Stop, Jasper!- he was looked at with great admiration for about half the evening, till his manners gave a disgust which tuned the tide of his popularity; for he was-a great time and I am staying with my husband- discovered to be proud- and her pride cannot be damaged or serious consequences will occur. C'mon, Black, focus.-, to be above his company, and above being pleased-and I was deeply.Oh My God, Jazz. That's sick-; and not all his large estate-because it will come to me when she dies- in Derbyshire could then save him from having a most forbidding, disagreeable countenance, and being unworthy-She really doesn't deserve you.- to be compared with his friend. Oh god, Jazz, quit snooping. It'll kill you.
She closed the book and took out the letter, deeply contemplated on burning it, but ended up placing it back in the book.
She glanced around. The house was really quiet today. All of the occupants but her and the houselves that was. So, she could almost hear everything. Which was why she lurched to her feet with her wand out when she heard a noise. Faint but sounding like a pop. It wasn't Astrid, she always came to this room.
So, with a low growl she stood stock still challenging anyone to come in with wands blazing.
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Oct 23, 2008 20:29:16 GMT -5
Kamilla had always felt welcomed at the Rookwood Manor. It had been her mother's second home and had quickly became hers as well. She still abided by the rules, she wouldn't dare refuse them. She understood that it was best to avoid Gremula. And she knew all the rules by heart. It wasn't that difficult to memorize them, especially for an obedient, rule broken child like Kamilla. In fact, the rules were so similar to Kamilla's home's rules that she saw no eccentricity in them at all.
Milla always stayed in Guest Room Two because she was attracted to the straight, clean lines and icy shade of blue. She preferred the darker, marble based bathroom better because it reminded her of the stone, dungeon designs of Hogwarts. During her entire life, she had only been inside Livi's painting room twice and Jasper's quarters once. And that first time was before she had learned of Jasper's "noble" intentions, Auror tainted history, and dislike for Death Eaters.
Kamilla realized as she wandered down the carpet covered hallways, that she had never been alone in the two hundred three year old house. Spick, the only Rockwood house elf she did not cringe away from, had always accompanied her. And if Spick was preoccupied cleaning, Livinia would escort her about. She had even been kept under watch when she went into the bathroom - but Milla had never given that strange practice odd looks. Her family was the same exact way, if not more strict.
The young Lestrange was bored and had resorted to tracing her fingers along the clean, shining walls of the third level. She had been asked to come for tea but Sabbath, her almost aunt, and Livinia had to go attend to Mr. Lange, a man she had never become acquainted with. Throughout her walk, Milla leaned towards the right. The entire house was organized with the adults rooms on the left, girls on the right and Kamilla appreciated the stability. She knew that Gremula's rooms, bathrooms, and studies were on the opposite side of the hall and she was frightened to approach the commanding woman.
OOC|| She's wandering around, she makes a noise, Jasper goes to see?
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Prof. Jasper Black
Hogwarts Staff
Astronomy Professor.
So what! I'm still a rockstar!
Posts: 165
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Post by Prof. Jasper Black on Oct 23, 2008 21:55:53 GMT -5
|| Jasper || { The Survivor} The hall way on Jasper's floor was dark, so slipping into it stealthily was just a manner of walking out of her drawing room and shutting the door quietly. All she would have to do is wait here.
She was not foolish enough to call out. If it was a Death Eater and she was caught alone in this house, she would be killed on spot. Though, she wasn't sure how a Death Eater could get in unharmed by the bears or the recent edition to the Rookwood Manor beast collections the Kikiyaon (a 5ft owl imported from Africa). But, then again, Jasper knew that her mother's friends were Death Eaters and one of them could've easily gotten in. Sometimes Spick was very ignorant to who was bad and who was not.
Every muscle in her body twitched as she searched her memory to make sure that she wasn't overeacting. She had to make sure that it wasn't someone going to see Gremula. That old Prewett guy often. Very, very carefully she edged forward after the figure had past until she was right behind the figure. "Put your wand where I can see it and don't make any sudden movements."
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Oct 26, 2008 0:54:38 GMT -5
Kamilla's grazing fingers made a slight hissing sound that penetrated the still air. She didn't like the disturbance and quickly drew her hand back, tucking it underneath her chin. Her other hand slowly made its way to her mouth. Her index finger briefly touched her upper lip before floating down to cover her closed fist. She wondered where everyone had gone, why she had been left alone. This had never happened before, it wasn't natural. Kamilla didn't like it all.
"Put your wand where I can see it and don't make any sudden movements."
[/b] Before she could think, Kamilla slowly reached towards the front pocket of her Naughty Little Witches' jeans. She had been raised to be obedient, docile, and passive. At times, Kamilla desperatley wished she weren't as patient and cooperative as she was, but she could never seem to break her "good girl" nature. She could never be like Sadie or Sofia; she could never even imagine herself breaking severe rules, disrespecting her professors, or disobeying her mother. It was something that simply wasn't done, Kamilla knew the boundaries that were set for her and she was content with them. "Before you do anything, I just want to warn you that I know the Unforgivables. And I know them well, dear." Kamilla threatened as she slowly turned around, pivoting on her right foot. Dear had always been a sarcastic pet name for people that inspired low tolerance from her and right now, this random woman who had been lurking inside the Rookwood Manor was beginning to aggravate her. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]
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Prof. Jasper Black
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Astronomy Professor.
So what! I'm still a rockstar!
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Post by Prof. Jasper Black on Oct 26, 2008 11:18:35 GMT -5
|| Jasper || { The Survivor} "Before you do anything, I just want to warn you that I know the Unforgivables. And I know them well, dear."
Jasper gave a sigh of relief. It was only Kamilla. She should've remembered that Kamilla was coming over to spend the weekend. "Lumos"
The dark hallway lit up, and she looked over Kamilla's face. She wasn't going to use a unforgivable curse. That much Jasper could tell right now. She knew Kamilla was only a fighter when provoked. She also seemed a little on edge, so Jasper wasn't going to push her any further. She did quietly wonder why Kamilla was on the third level. She knew that these were where Jasper and Gremula lived, she wouldn't dare come here. Especially not after she walked in on Jasper and Kingley -or was it Henry- making out on the couch in her study. She couldn't quite remember at the moment, but she could remember herself blowing up at Livi and Milla and hurtling spells as they ran away. Boy, she got in trouble for that one...Luckily, McGonogall had found it in her heart to cover for Jasper that time.
"C'mon, we don't want you to get caught," Jasper said, reaching out to take Kamilla by the shoulder. Her movements were cautious. A test really. She was going on a hunch, but she figured she was right.
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Nov 4, 2008 20:03:19 GMT -5
"Lumos." Kamilla heard a woman speak and a wooden wand whish. She instantly tensed up, her right arm ready to dart towards her wand - but the blinding light dimmed and revealed the woman to be Kamilla's simplistic cousin, not Livinia's volatile grandmother. The younger of the two quickly dropped her hands, quickly turned around, and quickly straightened her already rigid back. Kamilla's steel gray - green eyes darted about, almost nervously, looking for an answer in Jasper's face.
"C'mon, we don't want you to get caught" Kamilla slowly nodded, not bothering to disturb the silence. She followed Jasper closely, grateful that her cousin had answered her question. What now?
The lights had been dimmed, giving the Rookwood Manor an eerie glow and the light scruffles and scratches the elves made only spooked Kamilla more. She patted her wand, trying to reassure herself. She had been to this house thousands of times! She had slept here, visited, spent entire weekends here at the Rookwood Manor. She knew almost as much about the estate as Livinia did; there were no threats, no need to be cautious.
But when Jasper's hand found a place on Kamilla's shoulder, she froze. She was so surprised by her cousin's sudden movement. And she was shocked it was a gentle touch - there was no anger, bitterness, or exasperation in that touch.
"No, I wouldn't want to get caught." She said slowly, cautiously as if she were admitting guilt to a heinous crime.
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Prof. Jasper Black
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Astronomy Professor.
So what! I'm still a rockstar!
Posts: 165
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Post by Prof. Jasper Black on Nov 7, 2008 11:12:17 GMT -5
|| Jasper || { The Survivor} Even the minescule twitch of Kamilla's arm did not go unnoticed by Jasper. That wasn't a normal reaction. Especially not after you've discovered it was your cousin in a dark and not a mass murderer or their best friend's grandmother....
What Jasper was looking for right now was the word? Jumpy? Possibly. Nervous? That one could be it too. Afraid? If there was any Jasper knew about Kamilla it was that her little cousin wasn't scared easily.
"Fonza!" she gave a glare as the houseelf appeared at her side. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"Sorry, missus, but it's so funny when Mistress Gremmy goes all over them, Plus, she's not mah responsiblity. That one there belongs to Spickey. But, I dunno where Spickels is at the moment," Fonza, Jasper's personal demon responded. His great murky eyes shone with a permiscuous delight. Truly, he'd learn too much from from his mistress.
Jasper gave him a glare before guiding Kamilla down the hall and through the door to her Drawing Room. Something about Kamilla's reaction had stirred something up in her that Jasper wasn't about to give up on. She had to know what was wrong for her. Projects like this one always claimed Jasper's attention for a while.
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Nov 15, 2008 19:56:56 GMT -5
Kamilla ignored Fonza. The elf was disturbing, sadistic, and shadowed the merciless Gremula. She detested his condescending tone; she felt like an ignorant child who needed to be watched by an inferior creature like a house elf. So, Kamilla ignored the grinning creature, trying desperately to regain her cool, rigid composure.
"What is it?" Kamilla asked, trailing a few inches behind Jasper's thudding heels. The sixteen year old had seen her cousin's observant, curious eyes. Her cousin might have been an outstanding auror who could detect the most subtle movements, but Kamilla was an intuitive being whose stifled empathetic nature was used to decode others.
Milla slowly entered Jasper's drawing room, wary of the shadow covered entrance. She had rarely been inside this room, she had never been welcome in this room. There must of been something about her that greatly interested Jasper and that caused Milla to worry.
She and her cousin had never been close. During Milla's childhood and Jasper's teenage years, there had been constant wars that involved bickering and the occasional sparks - red from Jasper, green from Kamilla. (Is that okay, love?) As the two girls matured, they had respectively decided to ignore each other. It was much simpler and stress free this way.
"You want something. You know something. What?" Kamilla demanded impatiently as she seated herself on a firm couch cushion.
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Prof. Jasper Black
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Astronomy Professor.
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Post by Prof. Jasper Black on Nov 15, 2008 21:57:02 GMT -5
|| Jasper || { The Survivor} Jasper gave a sigh and let the door slam behind her, smiling when it thudded against Fonza's nose. She was getting quite sick of him, but no matter what he had attatched himself to her. He'd been her only houseelf. And she had thought it cruel to keep him until he became truly annoying. Then she would pay him with clothes to get him out of her hair and get her stuff cleaned. He was actually a good worker when he wasn't acting like Peeves.
"What is it?"
"What's what, love?" Jasper asked. She knew her cousin was smart. Jasper's behaivor wouldn't get past her, but she wasn't going to give in so easily. She wanted a confession out of Kamilla, she wasn't the one on trial here.
She moved further into the room and dropped herself on her large red couch. She sighed with a content as the fire warmed her after being in the cold hallway. Her couches and plush arm chairs had been cursed to automatically adjust to person seated in them ideal heat at the moment. They usually got really hot for Jasper.
"You want something. You know something.What?"
Lazily, Jasper levitated her book towards her, carefully slid the letter out and placed it under her thigh, and flipped back to her page. She was pretending to be preoccupied. Trying to give off an uncaring air.
"What do you think I know?" she asked, glancing over the top of the book. She knew the tatic probably wouldn't work, but she did hope Kamilla was just nervous enough to give it a try. She's had stronger Death Eaters that crack under pressure with that question.
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Dec 18, 2008 22:50:01 GMT -5
Kamilla's words were clipped - like a blunt axe crashing down on a rusty anvil. Her cousin was sly, subtle, and her words were covered, syruped, and cooked with tact. The woman was a trained auror and an experienced betrayer. It was expected of Norma Jasper Black to run about in unbuttoned blouses and kill off close family friends and "colleagues" of the Death Eaters. "You're just like your weak, coward father." Kamilla wanted to shout. She wanted to scream, yell, howl, or even yodel as those obnoxious mountaineers - were they Swiss? - were rumored to do. But behaving in such an unladylike manner would be atrocious and somehow, despite the empty, abandoned house's lack of spies, Marcella Lestrrange would discover her daughter's imperfect behavior and use it as a successful leverage to rip apart the girl and batter her into a potential martyr.
"You know something about me. If it didn't concern me, you wouldn't bother talking to me. I hate you, you hate me. That's why we haven't murdered each yet, dear cousin. Lazy words were safe, smart words were safe. And Kamilla's tone was always this way - safe. She had never ventured into risky, dare - devil territory. She did what was expected. There was never anything undermining about her performances but there was nothing spectacular as well. When she had first emerged, when this new, fabricated Kamilla had first emerged, the young girl's dagger sharp tongue and wounded and astounded people. As the sharp blade dulled, so did the blows and now, smart critiques were expected from Kamilla Lestrange.
"What is it, Norma? She asked once again, impatiently, glaring at her cousin through Satan - tilted eyes.
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Prof. Jasper Black
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Astronomy Professor.
So what! I'm still a rockstar!
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Post by Prof. Jasper Black on Dec 22, 2008 12:22:45 GMT -5
|| Jasper || { The Survivor} Ha, well this was taking a turn. Jasper had half-expected Kamilla to crack. Mills was just vulnerable enough to do it, or so Jasper thought. She was quite surprised when the girl danced around her petty interviewing tatics. But, it as true that Jasper thought little of her most of the time.
"You are so paranoid," Jasper snorted at her statement."You're being ridiculous. I don't have it out for you. And the only reason you're in here is that Mum will be home any minute and you would've still been wandering around."
That part was true. Mum and Liv were expected any time now after their lunch with Gremmy. Jasper had chosen to stay home to relax before her trial tomorrow. She had to prove she didn't kill her fiancee. But, she wasn't much concerned with it though. Harry knew she was innocent and if Harry Potter knew someone was innocent they were.
"Anyway," Jasper continued, letting her book float towards the shelf and replace itself. She stood, sticking the letter in the bathrobe pocket she was wearing. She padded over towards the window, leggings making slight scratching noises against the green with white polka dot shorts she was wearing. "Are you cold? I'm cold. But, please, why would I work againgst you. You have nothing I want. Everything every other normal girl wants. Money, power, fame, great parents. I mean you have the perfect life. You're good in school, have friends, boyfriends. Why would anyone plot against you?"
Jasper glanced over her shoulder at the back of Kamilla's head from her spot at the window. Maybe that would help this little interrogation along. Playing on paranoia, or getting her off guard with compliments. Jasper wasn't sure how it would work, but she was pretty convinced that she was winning.
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Jan 12, 2009 18:27:42 GMT -5
The way Jasper questioned her, Kamilla knew something was strange. Perhaps it was because Milla had never actually conversed with Jasper. Perhaps she always possessed this annoying, nasally, sarcastic voice that seemed to be condescending. But it did not matter if this was her cousin's normal voice or her interrogation voice. Milla didn't like it. And Milla didn't like Jasper. She had no respect for the woman. And that was why she was brave enough to summon so much hostility.
"Why would anyone plot against me? You just said there was nothing to worry about." Kamilla analyzed and retorted back. Her reply was snappingly quick and she was careful to step over Jasper's first few comments. She was right and Milla detested it when Jasper was right. Had Kamilla been found by Livi's mother or grandmother, she would have been skinned alive and then tossed into a grimy jail.
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Prof. Jasper Black
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Astronomy Professor.
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Post by Prof. Jasper Black on Jan 13, 2009 11:04:17 GMT -5
|| Jasper || { The Survivor} Jasper clicked her tongue in thought before sliding onto the window seat. She would need a different approach, this one wasn't working. She couldn't very well do occumencley. That was out of the question. She was trying to be discreet. She wouldn't let this go though. She had to know what was going on in the Lestrange house. She knew for sure that the only way to stop the infestation in the school that she was for sure was being set up.
She also knew Marcella was the ring leader. She needed the students coming out of Hogwarts for her croanies. The only way she could soliciate members to Death Eaters was to bring in a fresh percpective to the cause. For that, she needed a pawn. Jasper knew exactly who that pawn was too.
She had to get Kamilla a crack. She moved towards the girl now. Her houseboots made barely a sound against the carpet as she went to the bookshelf behind Kamilla. Drawing out a book and shoving it back in when she wasn't satisfied.
Pursing her lips in thought she let out her next sentence with an air of non-caring, "You're probably right. It's kind of sad poor Liv can't be just like you. You've got such a great life. She's very lucky to have you as a fri-ah-ha, here's my record player-."
Slowly, she dropped the books blocking it onto the floor. Cur-thunk. Cur-thunk. Cur-thunk. A nice little arch of scattered books formed around her as she had enough room to wriggle the player free.
She pulled free the old record player, leaning far into the shelf to fetch the phono part from the back. She blew the cloud of dust off with her wand, spreading it about the room. It settled on her white carpet in an ugly pattern that seemed to form a dog, but that she ignored. She was too excited that she had something to do with her hands now.
Carefully, she tapped her wand over it so that it assembled, the wolf head growling in protest, snarling because Jasper was using it so much on such a lazy day. "Hush, you" she mumbled, placing her record player on the coffee table and lifting the rug up so she could lift open a floorboard and retrieve a box of records. Her fingers nimbly went through the process of starting it up and placing a record on it, laying the needle down on the first track. Soon the metal music of "Welcome to the Jungle" a muggle track filled the air. "Ah....nice..."
She sighed, flopping onto the armchair facing Kamilla's. She gave a sly glance to her cousin, the music would help her think of something to weasel her way into Kamilla's mind. Maybe the music would make Milla just nervous enough she'd crack. It certaintly did Liv.
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