But pink and silver just went so well together
Who: Gryffindor's golden boy and Professor Adnan
When: October 20th- After the match
Where: Professor Adnan's office
What: At one point or another Alfred had to get his punishment for turning the Slytherin Common Room into the next set of Mean Girls
( and they said torture was so old-fashioned )
When: October 20th- After the match
Where: Professor Adnan's office
What: At one point or another Alfred had to get his punishment for turning the Slytherin Common Room into the next set of Mean Girls
( and they said torture was so old-fashioned )
His lip curled as a knock echoed, and Sadiq admitted him inside with a smoothly smug tone. He had been eager to have some fun for a while now, and what better way to go than to have a nice little discussion here with a troublesome student. There were ways to see the truth, and Sadiq knew very well how to use this sort of magic. "I see ya managed to make it here on time, Mr. Jones. I'm impressed."
He gestured to the chair on the opposite side of his desk, though he himself remained standing. "Have a seat~"
Reply
His hand reached down into the pocket of his robes, making sure his wand was still there before he spoke. "Yes, you said I shouldn't be late so I wasn't Professor Adnan," he said quietly, "What am I doing tonight?"
Reply
The professor stopped in front of Alfred, leaning back against his desk and pressing the toe of his shoe against the chair's leg, smiling without warmth. To the point of sadistically pleased. Patiently, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the wand, running his fingers over the thin wood as if admiring a shiny new gun -- except much more dangerous. He pointed it at the student with little warning, saying his spell (Incarcerous), which resulted in a string of rope from his wand to the student, securing itself around a single wrist. A dangerous spell if used to it's full power, but Sadiq was being generous. Simply, he needed to show Alfred that this was not fun and games, and keeping him secured to the chair in some way created the desired effect.
"First," he started, pushing himself from the desk so he could leisurely walk around Alfred's chair, "I will ask nicely if you have any information regarding the common room incident. Come willingly, and I wont need to use unnecessary force, yeah?"
Reply
"I know that a Hufflepuff scarf was found there." he said easily, this statement following a shrug, "Nothin' special."
Reply
Sadiq toyed with his wand, lip curled into a smirk as he looked down at the magical object. Oh it was just begging to be used; begging for more power. The older man would be happy to oblige, though not too soon~ The part of instilling fear was equally enjoyable. "Tell me, Mr. Jones, have ya ever heard of a type of magic called Legilimency? The art of delving through the many layers of a person's mind, just to pick out that single morsel of information that a guy so craves... A person skilled in Occlumency can defend themselves, but I doubt you are yourself at that level."
He smiled. "Perhaps we should... give it a try?"
Reply
He sunk a little lower into the chair, hand slipping into his pocket, closing around the wand in his pocket, feeling the warmth flow through his arm. He swallowed thickly, forcing himself to meet Professor Adnan's eyes with his own unwavering gaze.
Reply
A grin tugged at his lips as Alfred met his gaze, just as smug and arrogant as it always was when these sorts of situations came about. He had one unhealthy obsession with power sometimes, and was too stubborn to call it quits. "It is only a little uncomfortable, but no physical damage will be done... So long as you behave."
Alfred wasn't giving information, and he wasn't going to wait. The poor boy was given very little warning before Sadiq tore into his mind, wandless and without needing incantations... Hunting through the layers for his proof.
Reply
Five years old, meeting a hatchling for the first time. The bump of the snout, the rough scales on his soft hand, the twisted tongue across his cheek, his own gleeful shriek of joy as the tiny dragon took off and flew. Alfred wanted to fly.
"P-Professor! S-Stop!"
Eleven. Lost, alone in that castle. Exploring had gotten him lost within the castle. He wasn't sorted, had no identity was alone in the hallways. He'd never been this alone, blubbering and sobbing. A hand found his. A woman, tall, dark-skinned with a warm smile and a lion broach upon her breast. Crimson and a golden lion. Alfred wanted to hold her hand and feel safe forever.
His mind fought desperately against the intruder as he squirmed violently in the chair unable to escape the clutches of the probing mind. "Professor stop! Please-"
Flying. God he was so good at it, the feeling rushing through his stomach- Who was that other boy? He had nice eyes... lavender. Someone said his sister was part Veela... Was he?
Ivan. Ivan Braginsky.
Oh God he could feel the memory of an earlier night bubbling up as Sadiq picked and dove closer to that night he turned to common room pink. God- No-
And there it was. The Room of Requirements, his arms around the Russian's neck, the elation of the kiss, the feeling of butterflies. Of Ivan's mouth and body flush against his. "I'd much rather you kiss me..."
Alfred had to wrench to the next memory before Adnan could hear the words Ivan was whispering to him. He showed him that it was him in the Common Room, that it was Alfred who had cast the spells, dropped the scarf. Barely able to keep control of his own mind before he slumped into the chair, Alfred panted, trembling. How much had the professor seen?
Reply
Finally, proving his assumptions were correct, came the memory he had been looking for. Alfred and another student... Shorter with silvery-blond hair, but Sadiq did not recognize the silhouette as the glimpse was short and abrupt. All he needed was the proof of Alfred's actions for the moment, he supposed, so he was very pleased with his findings as he finally released the boy from the state.
They both zipped back to the future, something not even Sadiq could really get used to despite many times using the magic. It felt like a strange suction, pulling him from one's brain and again into the real world, where there was gravity and solid objects again. Alfred slumped, exhausted. Sadiq slowly caught his breath and wiped a drop of sweat from his brow. He'd certainly seen enough; too much, really, but who was he to complain? "It seems I've gotten my proof... Congratulations for making it this far, ya slippery fuck."
He cleared his throat. Whoops. There goes his language. He wasn't so concerned. "Are ya alive or do I gotta rouse ya by force?"
Reply
"I'm alive." he said quietly, voice calm, as if he had not just had his memories and mind torn apart like a frail book. "And you can go burn for all I care. So I turned your common room pink, you bastards needed a little colour."
Reply
He reached forward and grabbed a handful of blond hair, forcing Alfred to meet his own cruel smile as he dragged his wand over the teen's pale cheek. It would have been very easy to turn the tip into a small blade and leave a scratch, putting just enough pressure to tear skin and produce the small droplets of blood. Sadiq would be fired on the spot... And where would the fun in that be? It only made things easier for both parties. "I don't think it was very wise of ya, Mr. Jones. I know you think otherwise, but these things do come with consequences."
Sadiq released Alfred, pointing at the boy's wrist to undo the rope spell. "Slipping another classmate the tongue isn't allowed here at school. Fucking is also a firm violation of the rules. I suggest you keep it in your pants, hm?"
Reply
"Am I allowed to leave now?" he asked, not even bothering to add the false politeness, just wanting to out of there as fast as he could.
Reply
He pointed his wand at the door so that it jolted open and hit the wall beyond painfully hard. "Now get out."
Reply
Leave a comment