Written for the Elemental Magic Class in Hogwarts.
Task: Include the importance of the number five into your story. Use the number #5 as a recurring symbol in your story. (e.g. the symbol of a Pentagram, 5 candles, 5 people etc… be creative)
Extra Prompts: word - soul; object - vintage dress
Written for the May Event, Flower Picking Season.
C2/Sunflower - (word) leisure
At the last part, I've taken the dialogues from the encounter between Dumbledore and Voldemort, when he asks the Headmaster to teach DADA in Hogwarts. It's on chapter 20 from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.
WC: 984
I don't own Harry Potter.
i.
You look at the door in front of you.
Looking at the clock on the wall, you see that you arrived early. Crossing your hands on the table in front of you, you nod your head towards the waiter, ordering a drink on this cold, cold night.
As you wait, you look outside.
The snow is falling hard and there's not a soul outside the place. It's dark, making it impossible to see your palm in front of your face.
The waiter leaves your drink in front of you at the same time the door of the place opens.
ii.
You spot one of your allies sitting at the far end of the bar.
He ordered some expensive scotch and you can't hold the scoff.
"I'm glad to see some things never change." You raise your hand to the bar, ordering your drink. You sit in front of him and stare into his dark eyes. "How long have you been here, Dolohov?"
"Not long," he doesn't continue and you don't care. You keep your hands inside your pocket, trying to keep them warm. "Have you heard from the others?"
You shake your head no, at the same time the waiter puts your drink on the table. You nod your head, never taking your eyes of your companion.
He isn't a man of many words. Which is ironic because he likes to ask first and then kill the victim. Yes, it's in the torture of the less fortunate that he finds himself. He's a killer with enough leisure to practice his… art. So he can take his time to enjoy his hobby.
You take a sip of your drink as the clock strikes eleven. You look around the bar and see that it's almost empty. This is a filthy place, you think. But when he asked you to come here you didn't argue because you know better.
"Hello, old friends."
iii.
You smirk as you see the look on Dolohov and Nott's faces. They were lost on their own world and didn't see you coming.
"Missed me?"
"Shut up, Mulciber." Nott says, moving his chair a little to the side.
"You hurt my feelings, acting like this, Nott." You put your hand over your heart as the waiter brings you the usual.
"You need to have a heart to have feelings, Mulciber." Dolohov says, ordering another drink for him.
"Better yet," Nott raises his glass and, before drinking, he continues, "you need to have a soul."
You smirk at him and clings your glass with his. "How are we on this fine night, gents?"
"Same old, same old." Dolohov says, looking outside.
You noticed that he ordered another drink but didn't touch it.
"Nothing much," you say as Nott pick his nails. "Today I almost killed the stupid guy from the bank."
"Why didn't you?" You ask, playing with your glass.
"There were witness." He answers and you hear a guttural laugh behind you.
iv.
You pull a chair and sits with your companions.
"See, that's the difference between us, Nott." You take your flask out of your coat and drink. "I don't really care about witness."
"That's because you're crazy, Rosier."
"And that's a bad thing, because…?"
Dolohov looks at you with his dark eyes and you feel like he's reading your mind. "Because the crazier ones gets killed first."
"Not if I don't get caught." You drink again and Mulciber looks at you with his blue eyes.
"Where were you, anyway?"
"Well, he said that it might take some time for him to get back, so I decided to have some fun." You scratch your chin. "There was this party in the mudblood district and I had to check it out."
They are all looking at you know. "The women were wearing some vintage dresses and this disco music was playing in the background. Something about stayin' alive, I think."
Dolohov smirks at your joke and Nott shakes his head. Mulciber orders another drink.
Suddenly, the atmosphere at the room changes. It gets colder even with the windows all closed. You all straighten up and wait.
v.
You look at them before entering the room.
"Then if I were to go to the Hog's Head tonight, I would not find a group of them — Nott, Rosier, Mulciber, Dolohov — awaiting your return? Devoted friends indeed, to travel this far with you on a snowy night, merely to wish you luck as you attempt to secure a teaching post."
You hear his voice on your head and clenches your fist.
That stupid old man. How dare he deny you the position?
You enter the bar and the four of them looks expectantly at you.
"I was under the impression that they are more in the order of servants."
You approach the table and you look each of them in the eye.
Dolohov, Nott, Mulciber and Rosier. Yes, you are strong. Stronger that all of them combined. But even you need to admit that you will need their help on your… crusade.
"Good evening, gentleman."
As Nott starts to stand up you raise your hand. He sits again and you pull a chair near the table.
"As you may have notice, my plans have failed." You say, with your eyes closed.
"Dumbledore didn't accept your offer, Lord Voldemort?" Rosier asks, looking down.
"No, he didn't." You don't say much because it's none of their business.
However as you hear a noise behind you, you spot the bartender cleaning some glasses.
The four of them follow you line of sight and with an evil smirk, you stand up.
"Oh no, merely friends with the bartender."
"Tonight, gentleman," You say quietly but with authority. "Tonight, is the night it all starts."
You turn towards the bartender, with your four men behind you.
It's really dark outside. The wind is blowing and the snow is falling and the screams echoes on the street.