Doing The Right Thing (Open)

[KYROS TREZIO]

It had been a few years since Kyros had walked through the small village of Hogsmeade. During his time at Hogwarts, he had attended the Hogsmeade trip every single time, and he enjoyed it. He loved the small shops that not things that you need, but things that you want. Both of the pubs, the Three Broomsticks and the Hogs Head, were both homely and warm, and provided a lovely Butterbeer for those times when the weather outside was determined to attack every piece of exposed skin. It was a Sunday evening around 5pm. The sun was setting, the clouds were drawing in and the wind was getting up.

Kyros knew that he would not be attacked, at least not by the Death Eaters, and by going to a virtually deserted town, right next to the destroyed Hogwarts School at nightfall wasn’t really going to help his undercover image, but he didn’t really mind. Kyros walked from the middle of the village right up to the gates of Hogwarts. The gates themselves were hanging off their hinges and the sight that met him when he looked up at the school itself actually made his stomach lurch. The once mighty castle was now in ruin; it was half its height and all of the towers, including the one that held his once common room, were now resting on the grounds, splattered everywhere. It was like a bomb had hit it, and when Kyros thought about it for a moment, a bomb actually did hit it: a bomb that was called Lord Voldemort.

A surge of anger actually rose up inside Kyros at the thought of his school being destroyed, but the he realised that Dumbledore, the other teachers, all other resistance and even the Ministry itself were in the wrong. They did not understand how the Dark Lord operated, and his dream for a better future for them all. A future that held no Muggles, no Muggle-borns and definitely no Blood traitors. It was a cleansing of the world, and Kyros was proud to be a part of such an uprising. Kyros smiled cruelly as he spotted the throne of Albus Dumbledore. ‘Where are you now, Albus?’ He said softly to himself, resisting the urge to laugh.

[SADIE ALEXIS BLAKE]

She didn't know why she was here.

No really, she didn't. Coming back to Hogsmeade... it reminded Sadie of things she wanted to leave behind in the past. Things she thought she already had left behind. However, nostalgia got the best of her and here she was. Walking the streets she'd once walked with her best friend, Gen, who was currently... well, six feet under. Her best friend had died the night of the battle at her old school, and coming so close to her old school was bringing back memories and feelings that Sadie was trying hard not to feel: misery, pain. But something about coming here felt... like the right thing to do. She'd avoided this whole area for a while now, but a part of her felt like the only way she could truly get past grieving for Gen was to actually visit these old places where the two girls had spent a lot of time together. It was saddening, however it had to be done.

That, however didn't change the fact that coming here was probably a mistake nonetheless seeing as this place was swarming with Death Eaters, however, assessing risks never had been one of Sadie's strong points. She was book smart, sure- street smart, however, was something she wasn't.

Her eyes were wandering aimlessly as her feet carried her around the streets of the small village in a familiar manner. The village no longer held the cheer and beauty that it once did; part of it may have been due to the fact that Sadie didn't have her usual company with her, however she was fairly sure that the darkness that shadowed the streets and the lack of crowd also contributed to the change in atmosphere. A lot of the scenario was the same... but it still felt really different. A part of Sadie wanted her to retrace her footsteps and perhaps go back to the castle; just to see what was left of her school, but even though she wasn't necessarily street smart, she wasn't stupid. Hogsmede was testing the waters enough as it were (not that she really felt she had anything to worry about; after all, the death eaters had nothing to do with her nor her family as far as she was concerned.)

A strong, stinging breeze pulled Sadie out of her thoughts and bought her back to the present; as she'd been walking, she'd been seeing but not really observing. She'd just been taking in the feel of the village; but now that she really stopped and noticed, she realized that she found herself in a part of Hogsmeade that was slightly unfamiliar to her; all the time away had probably taken a toll on her memory too. The only thing really in sight right now, was a vaguely familiar, majestic looking high chair and a man. She was closer to the man than she'd realized- and his words, soft though they were, had carried over to her: the disadvantage of speaking in an empty street.

She couldn't help but scoff a little as she stared at the back of the man's head. Normally she wasn't really one to talk to strangers; but the fact that this man had just addressed the throne of the Dead Albus Dumbledore lit a bit of a sarcastic spark in her.

"Not here, for sure."she muttered, her usual dead pan voice carrying a bit more than the man's had. She hadn't quite been able to identify the emotion in this man's voice; but she'd assumed it was some kind of... yearning? Perhaps he was just one of Dumbledore's loyal followers who was looking for... uh, guidance in all this darkness? The fact that he'd used the ex-Headmaster's first name came across as a little strange to Sadie, but who knew, maybe it was just a desperate man's way of feeling... closer to someone? Or some crap like that. Goodness only knows Sadie'd come across a lot of weirdos, since the return of You-Know-Who.

"Speaking to a chair is hardly going to help, though."

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[KYROS TREZIO]

Kyros continued to stare at the majestic chair, lying on its side some 50 feet away from where he was standing. He had been there that fateful night, neither fighting for the Death Eaters or against them; he watched as his teachers were either killed or kidnapped, his fellow students were driven into hiding and his Headmasters office was ransacked, looted and eventually destroyed. He took no pleasure in killing his school friends (well, not all of them), but the cause he had dedicated himself to pushed him on. Kyros is, and always has been a ruthless and cut-throat person. Never stand in his way, for he has a canny way of always getting what he wants, no matter the cost.

The hairs on the back of Kyros’s neck stood up on end, and the presence of another human being whistled through his body like a sudden wind. Kyros froze and turned precisely 90 degrees to his right and fixed his icy stare upon a girl, a girl that he had seen before. She was in Hogwarts with him, not in the same year as him as she is younger, but she was taught alongside him. She was also a Ravenclaw, much like he was, although they did not ever meet. Kyros reduced his glare as he realised that glaring at a fellow “rebel” was not really the best thing to do.

The girl spoke to him with a sarcasm he was not accustomed to. She commented on him speaking to Albus Dumbledore’s chair, and he thanked his resistance for refusing him to laugh, for if he laughed it would have seemed even more suspicious. He decided to ignore her comment, and rather gain the higher ground and ask her questions in return. ‘It is late.’ He said in his typical soft, but deadly tone. ‘You shouldn’t be out at this time. Anybody could see you.’ He said, looking her straight in the eyes. His underlying meaning was that if he was allowed to break his cover, he would kill every single member of the Order and all those who opposed the Dark Lord, but he was not. ‘What are you doing here?’

[SADIE ALEXIS BLAKE]

Sadie's eyebrow almost automatically arched on her face as the male began to speak. When he turned; she managed to get a better look at him. He was tall, with dark hair and eyes- a face that she oddly enough recognized. This male... she couldn't quite recollect his name, however she was sure he attended Hogwarts while she was there. He was in her own house, and much like herself was a really reserved person. He was older than her, hence Sadie'd never really gotten any sort of opportunity to speak to him, not that she'd ever wanted to really- it was common knowledge that Sadie usually kept to herself.

"I could ask you the same thing." she replied, her voice dry and sounding rather bored as her eyes watched him, slightly bemused. It was clear that he wasn't expecting company out here, and that made Sadie a little curious. Why would a man, probably in his late teens or early twenties be wandering Hogsmeade alone with dusk so near; he didn't really seem like he was afraid of anything happening to him- just more so... tense, perhaps, by the fact that someone had found him. She pushed her arms into the pockets of her leather jacket; the chill of the evening was starting to set. Now that she thought about it- he was right, anyone could infact find her, especially seeing as she was wearing muggle clothing- that probably wouldn't gel well with many Death Eaters. But like she'd thought before; she doubted she'd be killed for wearing a jacket to keep herself warm, instead of a travelling cloak.

"But then again, you're doing such a great job at blending in with the shadows and remaining unseen, that you don't really have anything much to worry about, do you?" Sarcasm was dripping in her words, as she delivered the line rather nonchalantly. It was a bit rich for him to be giving her that death glare - which had now subsided a little - and using the whole dark, dangerous voice while he, himself stood in the middle of Hogsmeade, completely vulnerable - as far as Sadie could tell anyway - to attack. Hypocrisy these days. She rolled her eyes at the man, turning her frame so that she was ready to go. If he didn't want her there; she was hardly going to impose. "I was just visiting; last I checked, the village was hardly a war zone." she said casually, her voice still holding that slight sarcastic tone. "Whatever, enjoy your conversation with the empty chair."

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[KYROS TREZIO]

Kyros noticed that the girls eyebrows had shot up after he spoke, and he surmised that his words had caused it. He was not interested in the pride of a former school girl, but rather the issue of her being there in the first place. It was not out of concern for the girl’s welfare, for he would dearly love to kill her right there and then, but it was his undercover good guy facade that he was more interested in keeping intact. If the girl had come a minute or two later than she did, then she would have probably witnessed him entering the remains of the school and rifling through the rubble. Kyros could have explained his way out of it, but he really didn’t have the time or inclination to do either.

He could see the brain of the teenage girl ticking away as she too, he guessed, recognised him from their school days. The last thing Kyros wanted was to be having a conversation with a school girl about why he was out in Hogsmeade at night, looking over the ghost of Hogwarts. He rolled his eyes when the girl avoided his question as to why she was out so late and in such a dangerous area. Kyros really would have loved nothing more than to whip out his wand, Confund her, and then continue his inspection, but that took energy, and energy was not something he was interested in wasting on something such as her. ‘I am a member of the Order of the Phoenix.’ He said in a matter of fact tone, continuing to burrow into her eyes. ‘From time to time, we are assigned tasks, or we are asked to inspect something. Who knows, maybe when you grow up, you’ll become a member of ... the resistance.’ He spoke the words quietly, but in his mind, he was disgusted for affiliating himself with such a bunch of traitors.

‘I see that you are ashamed of your proper attire.’ He said, looking down at the girls Muggle clothing. He despised those who wore improper clothes, thinking that if they were proud of their wizarding stature, that they should show it in the proper fashion and not hide away like a scared dormouse. ‘If one of the Death Eaters or their sympathisers saw you like that...well, it wouldn’t end well for you.’ He scowled at her, as if to scold her, but in his head he was smiling and wishing for that to become reality. Then, the girl spoke with such sarcasm and disrespect; he had to force himself from pulling his wand out and cursing her. He took a moment to calm himself as he turned around to survey Hogwarts once again. He did not turn around to face the girl as he replied: ‘I am fighting for your survival. I putting my life upon the line to ... protect you, so please, show some respect.’ After a moment or so, he turned his head back towards the girl and, in lighter tones, spoke to her again. ‘I know you from school.’ He said, not requiring an answer from her. ‘What is your name? I don’t recall it.’

[SADIE ALEXIS BLAKE]

Sadie's memory of this man had been that he was always reserved.... never had she really remembered him to be this grouchy. Did he honestly just spite her style of clothing while rather openly announcing his allegiance to the Order of the Phoenix? So much for arrogance. Sadie knew how dangerous it could possibly get; hell she'd seen her own best friend die while fighting next to her- but this guy here was either awfully self-assured that he could take on a bunch of Death Eaters if they heard him or ridiculously oblivious. Either way, neither was a quality that Sadie thought was even remotely smart.

"I didn't realize the Order was sending people out to advertise and recruit," she said dryly, not really caring much for the warnings he was giving her. He may have been a couple of years older and a member of the Order, but honestly- he had no reason for talking down to her. She turned back to face him with a bit of a exasperated sigh. "Aren't you Order members supposed to be keeping your identity a secret anyway?" She rolled her eyes, sighing as her own eyes fell on his supposed 'proper' attire. In her opinion it was just a little impractical. She never really did understand why the wizards were so against muggle clothing. "It's a bit rich for you to be lecturing me about being spotted in muggle clothing while you're rather foolishly announcing the fact that you're a member of the order. What if there was a Death Eater listening, right now? You'd hardly be doing yourself any favours. You'd probably be caught and tortured for days at an end before you were killed."

Sadie tried not to get involved with affairs of the wizarding world, however she knew that if anyone came face to face with more than one death eater at any given time without any backup, escaping was not an option. And once a captive, you were most likely to be tortured for information and disposed of when they'd served their purpose. She'd read about it enough in papers and heard about it on Deathwatch. An almost mocking smirk fell on her lips when he started to give her a bit of a life lesson. "That's funny, I don't remember asking you to fight for me or protecting me." she said, the sarcasm in her voice returning.

"You don't automatically earn my respect because you're fighting for... the greater good or whatever it is," she pulled her hands out of her pockets and crossed them across her torso instead, getting more of a confident posture. "Respect is gained by an individual based on the way they treat others. And so far, you've come across as nothing but a..." she paused to pick the right word; quite a few inappropriate terms were running through her head, but she decided against coming across as too much of a bitch. "stuck-up tw*at." That seemed alright. Not entirely appropriate but it got her feelings across just fine.

"You're fighting by choice, not 'cause you've been forced to. It's not hard to just walk away from this stupid war and just let them sort it out for themselves." She shrugged, sighing as her eyes fell on her ruined school. The only reason she'd faught during the Battle of Hogwarts was to save herself, and the few at the school who she cared for. If trouble came knocking at her door, she wasn't really one to run away from it, but that didn't mean she was necessarily going to go looking for trouble. As far as she was concerned, that's what half the people who joint the order were doing: looking for trouble. Sure, the dark lord's reign had to be ended, but going about obliviously trying to take out Death Eaters was hardly going to help anyone. Unless they had a solid lead, their so called 'resistance' was just... plain stupidity.

"So, now you want to be friends?" she said, sarcasm again dripping in her words, his lecture on respect simply gone to waste. She rolled her eyes. "I remember you from Hogwarts too," she admitted, "I'm Sadie. Unfortunately though, I don't quite remember your name either."

She didn't see how giving her name to this proud 'rebel' would make a difference. She'd come to Hogsmeade simply due to the nostalgia- she didn't really plan on sticking around the wizarding world for too long. She'd left most of it behind. She wanted no part in the war. She was living amongst the muggles now and she was... content. Sure, the muggles were hardly safe, but she had more of a chance of a decent life if she just didn't involve herself with the wizarding politics. "I think I've earned myself the right to one question," she said after a moment. "Why is it that you're a part of the order? It's not like you're actually making that much of a difference-" her eyes fell back at Hogwarts, where they lingered for a bit; the Order wasn't really making much progress from what she knew. The Death Eaters still dominated the wizarding world. "no offense."

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[KYROS TREZIO]

Kyros, still not looking at the teenage brat who was beginning to annoy him, raised his eyebrows at the words that were spewing from her mouth. He could not believe that someone who he had gone to school with, and who was a fellow Ravenclaw to boot, could speak so disrespectfully to someone such as him. Also, he could not believe that a former Ravenclaw –which had a reputation for producing smart students – was acting so foolishly; her words were those of someone who was ignorant and stupid, and he wouldn’t have argued with that summarisation. Kyros listened to her ramble, insulting and calling him names that he did not approve of; she disrespected him, what he stood for and his sacrifices that had benefited her, her family and all those she knew and held dear to her heart.

Still not turning around, he quickly drew out his wand from the slot inside his sleeve and pondered his next move. Killing her would not do, for it would arouse suspicion and it may break his cover. Whereas just jinxing her would satisfy him. Keeping his wand hidden against his chest as he drew out the seconds, he pondered his move. Finally deciding, he quickly turned around and shot a full bind body curse at her. Hitting her square in the face, Sadie’s arms and legs snapped together, causing her to fall down onto the cold, dark ground. For good measure, Kyros also glued her lips together with a spell of his own invention and protected their area with the Muffliato spell. Kyros lowered his wand slowly, pondering on his actions. He stayed as still as a statue for a full minute, his eyes darting everywhere as he searched for eaves droppers who may have heard their discussion. Satisfied that they were alone in the vicinity, he advanced upon her.

Walking slowly towards where she lay helpless, Kyros looked down upon her body. The only thing moving was her eyes, so he was satisfied she could not counter his spells or scream for help, not that anyone would come anyway. Kyros bent at the knees and knelt next to her, looking at her with disgust. ‘You have no idea.’ Kyros murmured, looking around again to double check they were alone. He continued. ‘You have no idea what I have done. I have put myself in danger, protected you and your kin, whether you asked for it or not, and ensured your continual survival.’ Kyros tapped his wand on her shoulder and smiled. ‘But don’t count on that carrying on if you continue to speak to me like that.’

Standing up, he smiled down at Sadie. ‘Your ignorance highlights your stupidity. The Order and I are more than magically capable, the one thing the Death Eaters have on their side that we don’t is numbers. They dominate us by sheer force of personnel.’ He shook his head. ‘No, we are not recruiting, but that does not matter. If you are afraid to say that of which you stand for, then you are a coward.’ Kyros was more talking to himself than he was to the motionless body before him, but he didn’t really notice. ‘I have done so much.’ He said softly, looking out across the alley. ‘Too much. You don’t understand, you cannot understand what I have done to get where I am now. You think I am no different to you, because we are only a few years apart in school? Ha! As I said, you have no idea.’

Keeping silent for a moment or two, Kyros then bent down and picked Sadie up and stood her on her concrete feet. Looking her straight in the eyes, he said: ‘I do not want to continue this assault, it is petty and pointless, and above all, I do not have the time to be squabbling like school children with a girl who should know better.’ He brushed down her jacket, which had some dirt on it. ‘I am in no mood for using more spells to prevent you from speaking about this incident, Sadie, so I ask you to put this behind you and continue on with your journey. There is more resting on this than your bruised pride, and for you to go blurting out my actions will cause naught but anguish for a lot of people, do I make myself clear?.’ Straightening up, he removed her spells and stood back. He really didn’t want to have to use a mind-wiping curse upon her, or even an Unforgiveable if she continued to act stupid.

[SADIE ALEXIS BLAKE]

Odd as it may have seemed, the first thing that Sadie did as soon as she regained control of her body was... laugh. Soft, slightly hysterical giggles started breaking out from her throat before she could even completely take in everything that had happened; to anyone looking at her right now, she'd probably seem very unstable in the head, but to be honest, that was just what she did every time she got scared or nervous. Laughter seemed to be her way of letting go of her fear and calming down again, although in this particular situation it was probably doing her more harm than good.

Her eyes followed the man as he took a couple of steps back, and as her laughter calmed down, her mind seriously began to question his sanity. Because seriously... what the hell? Did he honestly just petrify her and give her the most confusing speech ever because she'd... uh, called him a tw*t? He needed help. Seriously. There was one thing being committed to your job; but petrifying people to try and make them understand how in love you were with your job was just at a whole new level- a level many would call unhealthy. "Are you okay?" the words left her lips before she could really think of anything else to say. The tone sounded like a mixture of concern and outrage.

"You just petrified me, because... because I called you a tw*t?" She really wasn't going to let this go; what this guy had just done really sent her mind spinning in confusion and she needed answers as to what'd just happened. "Okay, I get it- you think the order's great, but come on. What's the matter with you? I mean seriously- are you alright?" she raised an eyebrow and without realizing it, she'd begun stretching her arms and legs and rolling her shoulder blades while speaking to him. She had been petrified before when practicing the hex in class, and she didn't like it any more now than she had before. "And you just made up half of this conversation in your head; I never said you weren't capable. All I asked was why you were a part of the freaking Order!"

She hadn't realized another thing; her voice had risen from the soft deadpan it usually was to a fairly audible outraged tone. "Listen... whatever your name is, I don't know what you've done for the order and I didn't for a second pretend to know what you'd done either; all I said was that I didn't freaking ask to protect my neck." She could feel her temper building up, and half of the things she was now saying were simply coming out of her mouth without any thought added to them. "Plus you don't really seem like you want to protect anyone anyway! Anyone who did wouldn't freaking petrify strangers and lecture them about all they'd f*cking sacrificed!" she'd taken a couple of steps closer to him; a bit of a stupid move on her part- but the fact that he was a potential threat had flown out of her head. She was simply consumed in her mixture of emotions; fear and anger, for now, and all that really mattered to her was getting her point across to this... this idiot here.

"We've all lost people, and made sacrifices! Do you see other people running around hexing others and threatening them?!" her voice had raised a considerable amount by now; "Life isn't f*cking fair mate. Everyone has their share of problems: deal with it. Get professional help or whatever- because you are not right in the head! I don't see how they let someone as psycho as you in the order!" she was almost yelling right now, and it was only when she finally shut up and heard the slight echo of her words, that she realized all that she'd said. Not that she'd regretted saying any of it; but the fact that she'd just spent time yelling at a complete stranger for so long was starting to cross her as rather unstable behavior on her part.

She sighed, walking backwards as her eyes kept glaring into this other guys' as they had for the whole of this... conversation... argument... threatening... thing. "Don't worry; I'm not going to run off to a pub and tell everyone about the unstable guy I met by the ruins of Hogwarts! But seriously: get some freaking h- aaah" the last word of her sentence was lost as she found her foot slamming into something hard behind her and ended up falling backwards onto the hard, wet, cold ground, for the second time.

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[KYROS TREZIO]

Standing back in amazement with a rather confused look on his face, Kyros was utterly surprised that the girl he had just incapacitated, silenced and ranted at was now laughing. Whether the girl was laughing because it was her natural reaction when she was scared, or whether she was laughing at his actions in general, he could not tell. All he knew was that he was not used to being treated or spoken to like this girl had done, and he was not going to stand for it anymore. Kyros was used to being treated with respect, and he had been treated like so by even the hardened Death Eaters when he joined their ranks. Even those inside the Order treated him with respect for what he has had to do over the few years of his service. Now, he was being sworn at, disrespected and now laughed at by a girl who was barely out of puberty.

Sadie stopped laughing long enough to ask him whether he was ok. Kyros narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, defiantly not going to answer such an insolent question. However, even if he was going to answer it, he wouldn’t have had chance for the torrent of words now coming out of the pouty mouth of the stupid school child. Kyros’s eyes narrowed further as he listened to her, his brain always whirring and throwing different ideas at him, processing them and deciding on which were plausible and also effective. Sadie rambled for a full minute, recommending him professional help and also to get his head checked in general, before she started to walk backwards. Kyros surmised that she was in the process of leaving, but he also guessed that for someone as stupid as Sadie, walking backwards and talking at the same time was probably not the wisest thing to do.

Sure enough, Sadie managed to find the only rock in the vicinity to trip over; she fell backwards onto the cold, hard ground with a thump. Kyros did nothing but look down upon her body sprawled out on the floor with disgust. Deciding – for the sake Sadie’s continued existence – to ignore her ramblings, he pulled out his wand again and used it to levitate Sadie to her feet once more. Replacing his wand back into its holder, he walked slowly towards her until he was a mere foot away. Towering over her, he leant forwards so that their eyes were so close he could see every single colour in her eyes, even in the harsh light in their clearing. ‘You need to watch who you’re talking to, Sadie.’ He said in a cold, harsh voice. ‘One day, your mouth might get you into even more trouble than you were this evening. Now run along.’ Smirking nastily, Kyros turned quickly away from her and walked back towards the ruined Hogwarts gates. He was determined to continue his recon of the area, even if he had to kill the little brat behind him to get his desired peace and quiet.

[SADIE ALEXIS BLAKE]

Trouble? Did he honestly just say that she'd just gotten into trouble? He was pretty much just a psychopathic, obnoxious and self-sympathising twenty year old (or roughly that age anyway) and he just thought that him petrifying her and giving her life lessons was... her getting into trouble. The way she saw it, it was just an awfully weird aquaintance. And oh boy the way he was talking to her... no, she really wasn't going to have it. "Don't patronize me." she said, her voicing gaining a bit of a hard edge. "You may be in the Order, but sorry to break it to you genius: that doesn't automatically put you on a pedestal." This guy really did think a whole load of himself, and it was getting on Sadie's nerves.

"I mean, I'm talking to an arrogant, twenty year old nutcase!" She was glaring at him again, but at the same time she was also rubbing the spot on her leg that she'd fallen on, probably ruining the whole intimidating effect she was subconsciously trying to create, but what could a girl do? That fall really had hurt, the pain however was getting quite easy to ignore with the build up of emotions inside her. "I don't see how you'd call whatever just happened as me getting into trouble," she said, "you hardly had me pleading for mercy; I mean, you used a grade one spell on me and gave me life lessons I don't really care about."

She rolled her eyes, sighing as she pushed strands of hair out of her face. She knew she'd made quite a fool of herself, firstly by allowing herself to be hit by a grade one spell and secondly by falling flat on her arse while walking backwards and trying to yell at this sociopath at the same time- but in her defense, both times she'd been caught completely off guard, hence no one could've really blamed him for perhaps not taking her that seriously, but she didn't really care about either right now. She wanted to make sure that this guy knew that he really wasn't as 'badass' as he thought he was. She was handsdown determined to get the last word in on this little... conversation, argument, debate: whatever the hell it was.

"You really are just a goddamn freaking arrogant sociopath. Get some help." She hesitated for a moment, before adding: "And wipe that stupid smirk off your face," she paused, "If anything, it just makes you look... idiotic." And with that, she turned her back to him, wanting nothing more than to get away from this complete and utter psycho.

[KYROS TREZIO]

Walking vehemently towards his reconnaissance position, he stopped abruptly and withdrew his wand. This time however, he was not going to aim it at the still blathering teenager some way behind him, moaning continuously about how arrogant, psychopathic and unhinged he was. Kyros hardly listened to her, nor did he realise that he was being insulted by this girl more than anyone had done in his nearly 21 years of being alive. She continued to belittle him, almost mocking him for only using a Full Body Bind spell upon her. Kyros snorted out a laugh, and he almost turned around and used one of the Unforgiveable spells upon her, if she was that bothered by him only using a particularly novice spell on her.

Using his withdrawn wand, he used it to move certain pieces of rubble out of the way, giving him a better view of what treasures lay in the wreck. Giving himself extra strong sight, he was able to look at a specific piece of the Headmasters study. Namely, it was one of the paintings of the old Head teachers, which was unmoving and blank. Kyros shook his head and moved onto something else, and then something else, and then something else. After he had looked through a fair bit of the once great school, and got a fair amount of information to take back to his respective masters about what was left inside, and what had been taken, he turned around. He wasn’t surprised to see that Sadie had turned around and looked pretty annoyed by her posture. Kyros smirked and apparated right in front of her, so that his face was but an inch from hers. ‘As I said,’ He pointed his wand to the sky and caused it to emit a loud, ear-splitting screech, alerting anyone within a mile to their presence, Death Eater or otherwise, as it smashed nearby windows, and reverberated off every panel, door, house, grassy bank and mountain side. His smirk lit up the darkness, as he continued: ‘watch who you’re talking to, kid.’ And he apparated into the darkness with a sharp crack.