Seventeen -- action -- morsmordre_met only

[facesdeath]

[ There's a faint crack as Regulus Apparates to the fountain - he's left any and all Muggle implements behind in the real flat, telephone and network device included. He's dressed in the opulent style that he arrived in the city in - darks and greens and a long cloak

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[morsmordre_met]

[proper little git, wasn't Mr. Black? Fancy and special and all those shiny little adjectives flowing entirely too easily with the even fancier noble blood, hmmm? He inclines his head in short acknowledgment - mustn't forget his part, must he?

Oh, yes, Mr. Black -

[very suddenly, very scheduled, he snaps his wand forward, mouthing a slow "Lumos" after half a breath's worth of pause]

...couldn't see you, Mr. Black.

[facesdeath]

[ Of course he is - it's what you want him to be, isn't it? A noble blooded prat. As it is, he doesn't even flinch - though his lips curve and an eyebrow arches. He nods however, acquiescing. He has no reason to worry about young Mr. Riddle, after all. ]

It is rather dark out, Mr. Riddle. It's a pleasure to meet you in person - and I do hope you don't mind Side-Apparation, it really is the only way to get into the flat any more.

[morsmordre_met]

[ lowers said wand oh so very slowly. Message conveyed: could be an Expelliarmus next time. Smiiiiiles. ]

Those're a lot of precautions, aren't they, sir?

[ but his concern lies elsewhere ]

I say, I must confess this is all very strange. If we mantain the ability to Apparate, then, well, shouldn't we find a way to be off to Hogwarts?

[facesdeath]

[ Funnily enough, he never doubted it from the start. He smiles, slow and with ease. He's not afraid. To be fair, he can't afford to be - and he's prepared. ]

There are a lot of undesirables in this City. The problem with Apparation lies in that there is no way to be off to Hogwarts from here. The magic here is of the old sort, and fascinating for it - the sheer breadth of it as well. It's a thing even the greatest Wizards of our time cannot boast of, yet.

[morsmordre_met]

[ he'll boast of it, one day. Give him time, Black. Nods apprehensively. ]

I see you've given some thought to the matter.

[ hurriedly - ]

Of course, no less expected of a true Black. I wouldn't dare suggest creating our own portkey...?

[ oh, but he was ]

[facesdeath]

Ah, of course. The wards will adjust to allow for it so long as I'm present.

[ Yes, they're that personalized. He eyes about for a moment before his eyes alight on something - a book that someone had forgotten nearby. He picks it up, studying it before making a face. ]

Muggle rubbish. To the fire afterward. [ Out comes his wand; he places the book on a bench and then - ] Portus. [ It doesn't take too long at all. He glances over at the younger Slytherin, eyes dark. ]

Shall we?

[morsmordre_met]

[ follow into the dark pits of unknown hell after a perfect stranger with convenient convictions and apparently no shame at displaying his magical ability at every opportunity?]

Well, of course.

[facesdeath]

[ No shame whatsoever. Who needs it when you're a Black? He smiles, gesturing to the new portkey. ]

Good.

[ At the same time, then - and after the whole hook-in-your-navel bit they're in the flat - a flick of his wand and several lamps alight - candles and oil, the lot of them. ]

[morsmordre_met]

[ raises an eyebrow for show, sport and, Well, well, Black. Wonders oh so briefly whether his handy-dandy Lumos prompted the sudden lighting; he likes to think it did, of course. Makes the place more his, in an offhand sort of way. He measures the area less for fine furniture and more for pretty Black crests - they have to be somewhere, right? Right...? ]

Don't mind my asking, Mr. Black - but all the secrecy isn't here just for the sake of Muggles, is it?

[ exit Riddle, cue Lord Voldemort. Subtle, thin smile ]

Am I right to think you meant for privacy?

[facesdeath]

[ Actually, the fact that there wasn't any light in the flat prompted it, but we'll let young Riddle think what he likes. And the crests are there - many of them, bless them - Toujours Pur and all. He laughs, at this next - quiet and deep. ]

You've caught me. [ And his smile curves, darkly. ] Privacy is of utmost import, after all.

[morsmordre_met]

[ oooooh, crests, beautiful, beautiful creeeeests, aaaaaah. He feels more at ease already. Nods once more. This is his kingdom. This is his birthright. ]

...well then, Mr. Black. Might you care to explain all this?

[facesdeath]

One moment. [ He moves, to the fireplace - wandless magic starts the fire, and the book feeds it. ] Rubbish.

This place changes people, Mr. Riddle. I wished, first and foremost, to warn you of the outside influences. We are a grand minority here, at a far greater level than at home. Muggles, creatures, and of course all manner of other filth. [ His voice is silk. ]

But most importantly. There are magics here, strange ones and of old - that I'd like to harness. It's an opportunity above all others, the sheer power here.

[morsmordre_met]

[ follows the movement with a questioning air, whispering almost ]

...tad of a waste, wasn't it, Mr. Black?

[ he knew the principles, he'd soon preach them well - but for all of it, muggle things were sources of information about them and against them. One could not afford this kind of arrogance at this stage. He soon would, but not now. ]

Sounds rather suffocating, sir. Someone of your quality... well, you don't need me saying that you deserve much better indeed.

[ he takes a seat on one of the sofas with absolutely no ceremony - the only thing he'll grant is taking one of the medium sized sofas, rather than the best seat of the house. Which he deserves, by the way. Never forget that. ]

We've been led so very far by the Blacks, as you're aware.

[ fingers the crest on such a seat slowly, almost tenderly. No need for eye contact, what's the point, really? He's not talking to a man, but a symbol. Could be any Black, for all Riddle cared. A pretty, female Black wouldn't be half bad, to think... ]I'd think it my duty to assist you

[facesdeath]

There are plenty where that came from, Mr. Riddle. I assure you. [ He can afford the arrogance. He's using it to his advantage. His smiles are still easy. ]

My family has always had the future of Wizardkind in mind, it won't change now.

[ You'll get one of those, later - she'll be all the more insane for it, Riddle. Enjoy.

And his lips curve further, a perfect picture of his status and what he's going to do. He's smug for it, pleased - it's so easy, to fall back on this.

It lurks for when it's needed. ]

I knew I could trust you, Mr. Riddle.

[ And thus their real conversation will begin. ]

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