Chapter 16: Machivellain Politics and New Love
It was a Machivellain setting that started the tone of the meal. The Family desired to get a better, true look at the famed Carrietta out of her comfort zone. Abraxas turns on the charm as high as can yet fails to get his Little Anaconda to himself, thanks to her motherhen of a sister, Aleca White and the chivilarous Atticus Black. Danya sizes up the potential future bride for her Golden Boy. Magus sings the praises of Aarelle White and gets Titus' undevided realizes that Carrietta would be what his son needed. She was smarter, more powerful, and far more charismatic than his son. He plays the card of the second heir of the Malyfoy legacy, Magus to bring this powerful woman under the Malfoy womb.
Tom schemes and sucessfully with the aid of the formiable Aleca keeps his Carrie out of the clutches of the horrible Abraxas.
Justus,Arianne, and Aarelle White are owned by me. As are Titus, Magus, Danya, Hilaina, and Trianie Malfoy are also mine.
Danya de Peri'on's POV
The girl was lovely, much like an exotic bird in her uncommon but unquie beauty. SHe was by no means a conventional beauty. But there was cunning, and deep pride with a dangerous feeling about her that set her on edge. Small of frame and limb, every move Carrietta made carried with it an equisite beauty to it. THe lovely- ice blue fire of her eyes paired off with the creative but stunning gown she wore. The top part of her dress was done in complete kimono style. The draping sleeves almost touched the ground. THe necklone was also tradiotion though it dropped down lower than it usually would. SHe made it an empire waist, with a sivler cincher that threaded with silver ging from just below her breasts to her hips. THere the material split open. A silver strip went down the center of the skirt. THe dress was made entirely of silk, slytherin green and silver. THere were silver dragons in asian style swimming acroos the entirety of the green silk. The dress flared out beautfully and gracefully from waist in the tradiotional style of the renissance.
Those uncanny, both beautiful and mezmorizing ice blues were lit with intelligence and deep cunning, coupled with a shy smile that would disarm Lucifer himself and had she not known better, she would think she was living in a convent! She watched as Carrietta took in her sourroundings, smiling at the obvious French influence Danya had built into the ancient manner. "THis home and the magick it hold predates the House of Malfoy. I tase the power of many soulds. You bring the pride out of this place. What a blend, decadent Rome, French taste, ENglish practicality. You must be proud!" the girl caught her off guard. So the rumors were true, the young one really could taste and touch the magick around her in a way the ancient mages once could! It sent chills down her spine and thrilled her to the core. With this girl no one would ever make her son bow before them! THey would bow before him and his lovely and powerful Queen, as it should be.
And such a well spoken young woman! THere was a carisma there, a intangible something that pulled you in. "Such talent in one so young, it is not a wonder then why your mother wishes to keep you close. She undersells your charms by long marks. But come along dear! THe family is in the Parlor, you must brighten the conversation, men can be such bores with their war stories." Danya replied pleasently.
Mentally she willed her son to move faster! SHe couldn't wait to see him take in his future bride as she glowed in what cleary appeared to be her element. She also wanted to get her as far away from the clingly and lowly Tom Riddle as she could! He took to much advantage of the girl for a boy of his station. His arm was locked to hers, and the smirk he wore warned her of just how close he and Carrietta were and what he would do if anyone interfered. Locked in that one was an authority Grindenwald only dreamed of! He was also darkly handsome and his aura spoke of incredible power. It would be unwise to keave hm out of her calculations. Yet she glowed with pride for her nephew. He was growing into his looks at last. Soon it would be his turn to make a match. She could only approve of his offsetting RIddle with a arm locked around Carrietta's other side.
Magus was their Ace in the Whole, and his aunt would not forget his service Perhaps heym Cairene and she should seek in the Black Family for a bride. The guests took their seats. Magus and riddle glued to either side of Carrietta. Dumbledore looked to be in an amusing conversation with Varus as her sister-in -law who was herself a Black once engaged the girls into conversation about Aleca White, and Atticus Black's upcoming nuptials. After what seemed like an eternity her son emerged, a splended vision of gold and violet blue. His long hair was pulled back in a low pony tail in a way that drew you into his eyes. His emerald ring proudly displayed his school's crest and he wore a smile guarented to make any teenage girl melt turned him into a vision. Her heart swelled with pride at the carefully crafted image he created. Yet when his eyes found Carrietta's form, she beheld a fire unlike any she had ever seen in him before light in his eyes.
A shift could be seen in him and Danya knew what she saw. Her son craved this woman with all his being He would do anything, ANYTHING, including gleefully commit murder, to claim Carrietta Veona White! A chill went down her spine as her son stared deep into the eyes of the object of his obcession and a knot filled her stomach, an irrationally sense that no good could come of his obcession of a being far more powerful that he was. It could end up in disaster for them if he acted to impulsively and came on to strong to soon. And she knew by seeing him now that Tom would not hesitate to end her son and think nothing more of it that it being a nuissance. It made it more and more apparent to her that her son's bride to be needed to be protected once Magus returned to his University at summer's end. She would be speaking on this to Titus later.
Abraxas Malfoy's POV
She had the appearance of a Queen! An exotic dark Goddess enthroned, satin shimmering in the lgiht, of settng those dnagerous beguiling eye! Her gown was exquisite, flattering while not flaunting her obvious superiority over every other female in the room, or any room for that matter! Her power she showed but a tantalizing hint, a thickening of the air around her, just a tad. No, there was no way Abraxas would ever allow another man to touch his Little Anaconda! He allowed himself to drown, to be swallowed whole by the fire of her eyes. Hisp lips lingered longer than they should have on her hand. "Once again, I find myself embarrised by my behaviour. No one could gaze upon such a lovely witch and mistake her for a mudblood. Perhaps the Lady would allow me to make amends?" he gathered all of his charm, every lesson his mother ever taught him. She gave him a charming half smile that made his desire to posess her that much greater. She too, as she was displaying, was a master of masks.
"Perhaps, but what do you propose? It was a grave offense."" she answered, smirking playfully. Abraxas beamed inwardly. "Some time with a lovely lady, a chance to show her the gentlemen I can be." her slight blush encouraged him and Tom's battle with conposure only sweetend the moment for him! "You will not likely leave me in peace till you get a rest so very well! A moment, later, in that lovely garden I spied earlier." she answered. "You won't regret it! he told her. He turned to his brother in arms, he greatest ally and fought the urge to hug him. "It's been to long Mags! I am so glad you came! It gets so boring here without you! he exclaimed. "Like wise Braxus. It is good to see you well." before he could go into full on conversation with his favorite relavtive he was interupted by Carrie.
"You forget yourself sir! You have not yet properly greeted all the guests! Namely my family!" her tone was playful but their was ice beneath it. Clearly family mattered to her and if Magus's words were true, family mattered above all things but Power. She would fit the Malfoy Family like a glove! The he could cast off Riddle's growing control and ascend to his rightful place! "Truly, I am a brut!" He beheld the lovely and formiable Aleca, who's gaze shook him to the core. Like her sister, though not quite as power, she too seemed to have this ability to look through you and read all your darkest secrets, and was it just him or did it appear that she did not like what she saw? "It is a pleasure to meet such a fine ladu as yourself, you are welcome in my home. And it is always wonderful to see you Atticus. We miss you at school." It was a lie but Atticus was more amused by it than anything.
"If it doesn't trouble you, I and Atticus would like to join your walk in the gardens. THey are a soft spot for me, you see. Even tended my own small one at home." he had to hide his irritation, not just at her interference with his plans but remembering how Atia brought up her girls! He had forgotten that they expected to be courted in the traditional style, where couples are given no time alone till they were engaged. Being the decent actor he was, he hid his anger and smiled gentler at the Mother Hen of the White Sisters. "But of course, I would love nothing better." he lied. He cooled when Carrie tapped his arm. "Now Abraxas, don't be cross. We wouldn't want a repeat of our first meeting!" she shot him an evil smirk that excited him in the way that is not proper. How he loved her daring! His girl was no walflower! She was filled with power and Darkness, a force to be reckoned with, not just a simple ornament to adorn a man's arm. What a vision she will be, when she takes her rightful place. Then he would see to it that she would answer to no one to himself and that words from her and orders should be followed as though he himself had spoke them.
Aleca's POV
She hated him! No one knew Carrie like she did and she knew instantly her sister couldn't stand the Malfoy heir. She only played nice because Luthor begged her! Aleca was not impressed either. She knew what Abraxas wanted with her sister and honor had no part of it It was clear that her sister preferred the mysterious and gorgeous TOm Riddle, though she also noted there seemed to be a little something between her and the lovely younger Malfoy boy, Magus. TOm however, Aleca could read him like a book. He was falling, truly, deeply, and honestly for Carrie. And she like him. He suited her far better than the Malfoy prat. Oblivious to her own charms in order to get the right people together, the two would need help. And Magus seemed like a wonderful accomplace. He already had been getting information on their cousin, Aarelle. It would be a suitable match, one that would meet the needs of the Malfoy family far better.
She growled internally along with TOm when Abraxas turned on the charm and wore her sister down till he got what he wanted. Her beloved Atticus kneed her gently. " "Are we going to allow this?" he whispered so only she could hear. "Hell no! But what can we do?" she asked. "Join their stroll of course. Keep it respectable, he said with a smirk. "Gods bless you and your devilish ways!" she replied. After Carrie forced the boy to notice the couple Aleca volunteered them both to join the stroll in the gave them both grateful looks befoer he turned a smirk on the blonde boy that Aleca was pretty sure could curdle milk! No wonder Carrie was so enthralled with him. No wonder Carrie was so enthralled with him. THey were uncannily alike If they were lucky Magus would take the hint and use the time alone with the others to praise Aaarelle to the skies and explain why the shy girl was better suited for their son than the willfull, independent Carrie.
A house elf interupted the scenem something that made Carrie, Magus, and Tom share amused glances with one another. Some inside joke she would pry out of her later. THey were lead to the Grand Dining Hall, done in white marble. Long pollared black and silver candles floated above a table laden with Meditterian fare, no doubt to appeal both to Carrie and herself. Fresh greens, fruits, various cheeses, and sauces spun slowly by themselves so all vould take what they desire. TO her delight TOm was at her sister's right, as she was on her left. SHe gave him an encouraging nod before they all turned to the head of the house, TItus Malfoy himself to say a few words before they dined. "It is a fine thing,, to be able to break bread with family, with old friends and new. In this new era of peace let us enjoy this time and be sure to remember it should dark times come again! Let's raise our glasses and honor one another. " All raised their glasses that now filled magickly with potent and gorgeous smell of Sangria wine. "To us!" he said. "To us!" they drained their glasses and happy when they filled again with a darker vintage.
Magus' POV
Once everyone had their fill, that of both food and a respectful sampling of wines, the moment had come. Armed with info from the Whites, Magus waited for Aleca, Atticus, Carrie, and Abraxus to leave for the gardens before he began his speech, willing Riddle to remain in his seat. His eyes never strayed from her from for long! "Do you think that mother hen of a sister will give Braxus even a moment alone with her? You HAVE to get yourself under control! Remember Carrie can hold her own! There are politics to be played and you need to watch closely." Magus commanded softly. He needed more training in hiding his thoughts! Magus put a show of streching, getting every eye on him. "A fine feast, Uncle. It is to bad." he said. Titus galnced up at him. "Oh?" the calculating eyes searched the younger Malfoy's. "Yes to bad the skills of the charming cousin of our guest couldnot add to this evenings charm. Carrietta says she caters all the White events. SHe is a masterful conductor of family affairs." replied the younger man.
"I have heard of her, It is said she being groomed to lead the Massachuttess leg of the family." Riddle added. "Is she now? Not much has reached my ears about the girl." Danya prodded Magus but got nothing. Dumbledore laughed, drawing attention to himself. "I am not surprised, from what I've heard, to her it's the family and the family name that matters. SHe has solid judgement has no desire to over shadow anyone. She loves and breathes behind the scenes from what her Aunt told me." there was a knowing sparkle in the Professor's eyes that Magus picked up on immediately." "INtriguing. Is is true Professor that she is looking for backers to start her own school in Boston? Magus played the right tune. "As the next Priestess intiate of the Old Religion in the New World she is looking to bring back what we lost centuries ago. How to draw magick from around as well as within." with these words he saw his aunt and mother light up. They gre up in families that remembered the Gods. "the school would then wish to blend with the current ideas of magick? Does she intend on using the school to teach this?"
HIs mother wondered a loud. "Carrie tells me she means to bring in the best of the best. What was the name of the school again professor?" Tom asked, drawing in everyone at the table. "Mount Olympia, Professor Slughorn has already been poached for next year. THe hermetic order will be sending in their best. It's an ambitious vision and I dare say may give Hogwarts some healthy competition." chuckled the Professor. Magus noticed the subtle signs of his Uncle taking the bait. "I would like to meet this young lady. Such an endeavor is a worthy investment into our future ." he eyed Magus, along with his Aunt. Their gaze told him they bought on to the idea of a perhaps more suited match for their family. Impressive as Aarelle was, she was subserviant in demeaner, charming, and lacked that made Carrie truly the one watch. Hr power simply did not come close to matching hers. She was a leader, a general to her counsin's more subdued, philaphampric ways, a much better fit for Abraxus in the end. Round One was over. He had won the first bout.
Titus' POV
He was watching his nephew closely while he spoke of the eldest elgible daughter of the Masachuttes branch of the White family. It was obvious that though she was not the powerhouse her cousin was, Aarelle was making a name for herself and her family in her own right. And to make things better, she had no inclination to seek all the glory for herself, but rather bring more honor, glory, and influence into her family from behind the curtain. Such a gracious young woman, though not cutting the striking figure her gloriously talented cousin did, seemed almost a better prospect. In fact, it was for those very reasons she was so! She would always know her place, keep her foot inside the line, take the lead from her future husband, something the far more charismatic and powerful Carrietta would never do. That girl was meant to lead. Which leant itself a very ambitious thought. The Malfoy family could intermary and rise on the wings of that bright star.
With Carrietta bound for true and real power, both magickal and political, Aleca intergrating herself into the Black family and the wise Luthor marrying into the young Japanese community, they were poised for power that the wizarding world had not seen in an age! And there was the fact that he himself had a daughter who would become of the proper age in a year. Lovely Hilaina (pronounced high-lane-uh) Malfoy, who's platinum blocks clashed beautifully with her mother's olive skin and those depthless blue so dark it was as though gazing up into the treacherous waters. She had a independent streak in her that did not reach his youngest girl, Trianie. Strong, highly opinionated, forcing herself to be heard whether anyone liked it or not. He really got it from Hilaina when she had not been included with the last family meeting. Perhaps this would be just the ticket he needs. It was obvious though it pained him to admit it that Carrietta out matched Abraxus. But sending his two lovelies to go under Atia's care for an American finishing would set Hilaina right in Michael's face.
And if the rumors held true, Michael was bored of those in his class because there was no challenge. No one who could argue or debate with him outside of his of his family who could hold their own. He needed a woman who could go toe to toe with him and not let him off just because he was Michael White, the Prince of Pallas University and second in line to the It was an arrangement that Atia would reject at first. It seemed quite clear to him that she was as fixed on Carrietta has his son was, but that had more to do with the power in her veins than the girl herself. Abraxus would hate him and rage against him but in the end he would accept the logic of it. Aarelle could give him international credentials and respect while Hilaina and Michael could seal the deal into creating a trans-continental empire of Malfoy/White allaiance. Just imagining it with the likes of himself, his formiable queen of a wife Danya, Atia, and Luthor holding on to the reigns of such a powerhouse would mean that no one would be able to oppose them! He used to tell his son that in order to get what they wanted, a world were only those who SHOULD practice would, only then should they act. They did not have the power yet, but with such an alliance the balance of power would shift from the do-gooders and right into their laps!
All also was not quite lost with Carrie. Abraxus was far to controlling for a girl of her power, whom once she really knew how to use it, could end him with no more than a thought. It had not escaped his notice, the look of pure adoration on his nephew's face when he looked on the strawberry blonde girl. There wasn't quite a word for what he saw. In fact the only time he had seen something quite like it since his grandmother, Trianie Winsier Malfoy used to give to his father, Arkon de Custode Malfoy. Magus gazed upon the girl in the wonder of a converted Catholic in love with the Virgin and the matyrs. He just suited the situation better and was a better match for the girl. They were intellectual equals and Magus would never try to break the girl and turn her into nothing but a tool to service his needs. The girl had the backing and the power to destroy his family completely if the cards were played wrong, so no, it had to Magus to win the fair hand of Carrietta White.
Yet there was an obstacle to at least a few of these goals. He was not pleased with that popper of a half blood Tom Riddle. Though highly intelligent, deeply cunning and gifted with mind binding charisma that Pope Urban would have envied, he had no place to presue someone of Carrietta's stature, not even as nothing more than simply providing competition for the girl's heart. Yet to see how close the two of them were with one another bothered him greatly. She did respond appreciatively to his nephew and he could see in her eyes that she clearly liked him. Yet there was something between her and Riddle. An invisable bond that might end up being impossible to break. Yet Magus was a masterful at showing how the impossible can be come reality. He would have to speak to his nephew in a more secure place on these matters. It turned out he may have been right all along. To win the heart of someone like Carrie, looks mean next to nothing. You had to find away to seduce with your mind. Draw her in with knowledge that she lusts so greedly after.
Magus would have to use his considerable talent and then some to catch her notice. One does not come up from Riddle's background and become Prince of Slytherin without being a force to be reckoned with. He had a power, an authority, that certain thing that draws others in and causes them to take your cause as their very own. Unlike his mother Titus knows that though he would eventually be a force to be reckoned within in the magickal world, he could not command the respect and obediance from followers that Tom Riddle he had a feeling could and it was looking to be the same for the newest addition to there was also Danya. From the way she had watched the other girl through out the evening he could tell she was deeply impressed. She longed to give her son a seal of power, something that would put him above all others in the Wizarding World. With the backing of all the Old Families and Carrie's power, there was not much that would be able to stop him!
Calculating and intelligent as she was, Danya was willing risk everything if it would set her son up to be the new Lord of the Wizarding World. She could not see that when Abraxus pushes to far, to fast, which he would, he would loose the game before he even started playing. He would have to put his foot down on this, hopefully getting his wife to see the full picture before she tried to kill him. Powerful as Titus was, he had nothing on his wife when it came to the Dark Arts. Unlike most of those who attended Hogwarts durring their time, she would spend her summers being taught powerful magick from Gridenwald's followers when she was a girl and could be terrifying in her wrath.
As he pondered these thoughts the conversation changed around them, with Dumbledore speaking of the coming school year. It gave said boy, much to Titus' annoyance, the distraction he needed to quietly leave the table and find Carrietta, aided by the meddling Dumbledore who had apparently did a 180 degree turn since he last saw him and clearly supported him over his son and Magus. It seemed he was going to have to pull a few of his own strings. He decided to keep his son out of the loop untill the arrangements had been made with Aarelle. He had till then to try to steal Carrie's heart. Meanwhile, though he would keep it secret, he would give Magus something he knew his infatuated nephew some joy, the green light to pursue Carrietta. The more he thought the more he decided that it was best that coded messages be sent through the boy's mother, the cole black headed, cat green eyed Lady Cairen Solkin- Malfoy, so no one would be the wiser.
But Abraxus was on the edge of madness when it came to this girl. He tried to hide it, but Titus could read him like no other person could. It was an unhealthy obsession, one that could lead into places and paths he would not see his son go. He had to find a way to get his son to relinquish his claim on the girl. He could be reasonable, but he was ruled by his emotions instead of his head all to often. He was becoming an age when he needed to realize that in pure-blood families one did not always marry for love, but for political reasons, and a common cause. It was time now that he started to learn to put his Family and the Malfoy name above himself and his own desires. After all, every man and woman owes a death. That which lives on into the future, that which means all things, was the Family.
Atticus' POV
The Malfoy heir tried every trick in the book to get Carrie alone. But his Aleca was not to be triffled with! He grew more and more amused at his futile attempts to outsmart her! He did touch Carrie, at every given opportunity, made to look innocent but they all knew better, especially Carrie who held her jaw so tight to keep from cringing it looked down right painful! "If Riddle doesn't make a move soon I'll kill him myself!" he muttered. Aleca gave him a dazzling smile. "It won't be long. And fear not, mother would NEVER give Carrie to a Malfoy, she is far to important being the first born girl. And it would be unwise for Titus to upset Atia White, her reach is long and her vengeance great" his gorgeous girl replied with a smirk. "But what of Tom? I know you have seen everything I have between the two of them! The chemistry could be felt across the room! Like an invisable thread connects them!" he started. "Yes, which means Arianne's (Aleca's and Carrie's aunt) is such a great ace in the whole! The boy has not ever been told the whole truth surrounding the circumstances sourrounding his mother when she left him at the orphanage.
This has been quite the long war and both sides hate those who choose to pick a side because of being a spectator instead of a player. In the Game of Thrones you either win or you die, there is no middle ground, not anymore. But I ramble. Thomas Riddle Jr. is a Gaunt! He is the sole heir of the legacy of Salazar Slytherin, and not even the half-blood rumors do not exactly tell the whole truth. All I know is thank God for Aunt Arianne and her connections, it is her information that may change things into Tom Riddle's future. His father was a squib, born into the second most powerful Family to have been. He was born as Tomeryis Percival. He rejected the wizarding world and dove with fanatic abandon into the Catholic faith, chanigng his name to Thomas Riddle and walked the path, only straying once. When Millicent found and fell irrationally in love with him. You know the rest. All and all, on his mother's side he is Slytherin's heir and on the other he is the last Percival. Once Atia has all the facts, she herself will push on Carrie to persue him." she plotted.
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"Facts aside, The Blacks can certainly put pressure on the other families to push the Malfoy's to accept Aarelle. But I do wish Riddle would stop playing the fool. Everyone in the world can clearly see that he is mad for the girl but himself and her! He needs to make his move and quick before Braxus does something to turn a lovely little dinner into a blood bath! And there is Magus to consider. So far he is an ally but the way he looks at her, like he is before the living Goddess herself!" he said. "Does it look to you that Tom or Carrietta is concerned darling? Those three, as rare as it is in our world, are a trio meant to be. And yes, I meant precisely what I said. The White Family is not full of prudes. The incredible power and connection that hums through them goes beyond my ability to put it into words. With those three lies the fortunes, good or bad, for the rest of the wizarding world, and perhaps even the greater world at large." she replied with a smile.
Meanwhile however I think it would be wise to advise Praetor of Abraxus less that appropriate actions. THough Carrie can hold her own, I will not have her slandered from that piece of slime! Titus took Magus' bait and is already planning alliances, most likely with one of his daughters and Michael. At all costs, Abraxus must be kept at arms length from our sister. For if he tries to keep pulling stunts like he is now, I may kill him before Riddle gets the chance! " Aleca giggled. Don't forget there are other alliances to offer. But best done under the table. We should get your parents to ask the Malfoys especially Hiliana, Aarelle, Justus, Arianne, your mother and father, Regius, Daedalus and Gianie Snape, and my own mother and father and my eldest brother Lestan to New Years at the Black Ardon Manner. Let everyone get to know each other, especially Michael and Hiliana. A match between those two will take the pressure off Carrie and Aarelle will be put in her element under Abraxus eye." he thought to her silently.
She gave him that dazzling, secret smile, that one that was only for him. "Time to play cupid then! It would give Titus his alliance and the Slytherin Trio a chance to forge a deeper bond with one another. Meanwhile, I must praise said boy to Atia and show her what our investigation pulled up. Once and a while, I am greatful for what muggles keep in record! Those pics are unmistakeable. When Tom finds out he is the last Percival, and you add all his other charms and abilties on top of that and mother will be thinking it was her idea to set them up! Now if he would only make his move! One more inappropriate touch and I will say to hell with the alliance and set that smug piece of cow dung on fire and then curse him till his next birthday! And as if on cue, Tom arrived, causing himself, Aleca, and Atticus along with Carrie to sigh with relief!
Tom's POV
The Professor, whether by design or not, gave Tom the opening he was looking for to slip away. As grateful as as he was to Aleca right now, the thought of Abraxus pawing at HIS Carrie was causing his patience to evaporate entirely. After seeing his lust for her first hand, it took all of his will power to not kill the Malfoy heir where he stood! There was not an hnorable bone in Abraxus's body While it some cases that could be a boon in the future right now he was lucky he wasn't breathing his last! What dark designs he dreamed in that diseased thing he called a mind had made his skin crawl! Carrie was a Slytherin Princess, a Queen in the making, and should be treated as such! Over his dead body would she ever call that piece of filth her Lord! Thank all the Gods her sister seemed to think along the same lines and for Magus Malfoy and his brilliant mind! As he approached the group noting absently the smell of violets, jasmine, and lilac in the air, Aleca spotted him.
Wearing a wicked smile he could only approve of she loudly called out and beckoned him to join them. He was going to have to find good use for that girl's very obvious talents. He followed her lead, calling Magus silently to come help him steal Carrie back without raising uneeded alarm. He may want to kill him in as long and painful manner that would even have the Spanish INquistion in awe, but Abraxus was yet to important to their Cause to alienate as of yet. He had to grin and bare it for the Cause was more than just about him, it was bigger than all of them. It meant all things and therefore his own desires were cast aside. After schooling his features into a friendly smile he approached, taking Carrie's right side. "Do pardon the intrusion but the posturing and politics game of lying with the best poker face was boring me to tears!" he stated. Carrue giggled. "What's the matter, does the game of lying the most convincingly with the best smile not suit you?" she teased. He gave her a smile he kept only for her and noted with satisfaction that he had made her blush redder right then than Abraxus had all night but he had to fight real hard to look away.
That lovely blush on those porcleian face caught in the light of the moon was an image that would make Lucifer himself to weep! "Who needs games when you intend on taking over the whole thing? You know, be the magickal vergin of Augustus Ceaser." said the familiar voice of Magus who came up from behind Abraxus. TOm playfully shrugged. Carrie lightly wacked him in the back of the head. "Quit trying to take to take my job Tom!" she said. "Darling, I am not opposed to sharing the post." her outh shut and the red went down her neck. It had such a betwitching affect that he couldn't take his eyes away from her. As if summoned by some merciful diety the Professor's voice rang out to the group. "It's growing late and Aleca and Atticus have a ways to go! Come along children!" all of them collectively rolled their eyes yet moved towards Dumbledore. Tom was able to save face and calmed immediately when Carrie once again linked arms with him and Magus. She was safely theirs and theirs alone once more!
The look of absolute relief on her face made him relax and yet those closed eyes and slight moan also made both him and from the looks of it Magus about swallow their tounges! "You're safe Little One! Out of the clutches of the mad Malfoy." he said to her silently as she leaned into both himself and Magus. "Thank God because one more second and even the Gods wouldn't be able to save him. Grabby jerk! Gentlemen my arse! And I'm an alien from the planet Sylas!" she complained. Both he and Magus hid their chuckles just at the images those words produced as they were led out of the Manor by Danya herself. She gave an artful goodbye but Abraxus stole the moment and kissed Carrie's cheek, making both TOm and the prodigee, dealing with their own rage, to muscle her out the door before her power could strike out and do real damage. It was Danya who smacked him for being to forward to fast! All six were relieved when all were loaded in the back of the Rolls and the engine started. This night had taught TOm one thing. He loved the girl next you him, and she was the only oen ever worthy to be his Queen and he would make damn sure to see that take place!
Thanks for being so wonderfully paitent with me! Forgive the multiple typos, it's a little more difficult to type on this keyboard than the old one. I like where this story is going. I like the idea of Tom actaully knowing what he is doing. He is more than just some two dimensial bad guy. Playing with the lore of wizards of the past I decided to use the idea that magick and mages use to be far more gifted. Those gifts were passed through families not because of birth right, but because such families were the temple priests, the healeres, and etc of ancient times and as the viewl seperated the wizards and witches from the rest of the world and limited thier ability to channel outer energy as well as that within they are no longer mighty as they once were. Marrying outside of their group caused each generation of magick users to grow steadily weaker, though once in a while there would be a flook like Hermione Granger. Anyway, here you go my lovley peeps! I hope yuou enjoy! If you feel need to critsize please be gentle about it and forgive the horrendous spellling. TIll next time, ta ta!