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It would be a lie to say that Ludovic was not naturally talented; he was capable of getting average grades with minimal effort, but what is even more of a lie was to say that Ludovic settled for less and was satisfied with such. The boy's success spouted from his inability to settle, and his work ethic. An idea deep in his head saying that he had to work for what he wanted, whether that be power, or anything else. Nothing came for free, even as a wizard of position and privilege. He found this quality to be lacking in many other witches and wizards of his age, especially those of his own house who relied on their seemingly gentric breeding. He found many wizards of his time who were currently in Slytherin to be mediocre, not for lack of natural talent, on the contrary, he was certain many wizards of his house could best him in a contest where neither were rehearsed, but due to their lack of drive. They accepted failure because they had other means with which to succeed. Though of similar standing, Ludovic would simply not have it so. He admired the students of Ravenclaw for this very quality. While all incredibly intelligent from genetics, they were also dedicated to the task of becoming better wizards by studying. Ludovic often found himself in the company of one or two students from the very house while he studies for exams with such admiration in his eyes.

On this particular morning, following the conclusion of breakfast, the young wizard took to the library, his schedule free of morning classes on this day. He cracked open his book, a dense collection of pages bound in thick leather prescribed by Professor Arturius, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He had his designated page marked already, and turned to it quickly, smoothing out the page as he peered onto the large letters at the top. "BLASTING CURSE." He read through the content, his wand waving in the prescribed mannerism though he intentionally didn't cast the curse in fear that he'd blow up a bookshelf. Nodding, and seeing that his form was as perfect as he perfect could be, he closed the book before restoring it to his bag, ready to test the book's methodology. He would take himself to one of Hogwarts' many empty classrooms, relics of the past which were no longer of value to anyone. They were often filled with junk that the school had nothing else to do with. He'd practiced his spells many times in such settings and mastered more in privacy, another reason why he favored practicing there. Ludovic's ears were open, searching for quiet. It was in quiet that he enjoyed the practice. But something was odd. He always came to this hallway to practice his spells and never before had he heard a peep. But here today, he heard a considerable ruckus coming from one of the rooms. His mind piqued by curiosity, he took to the room, turning the knob slow and quiet so that whoever was inside would hopefully not notice his entrance.

There, in the middle of the room stood a witch, her wand pointed as she muttered her given incantation. A powerful jolt of light from her want spouted forth before colliding with a stack of tables, blowing the collection asunder in an impressive display of light and energy. The sound rang through his ears, the spell unknown to him tipping his interests. He stepped over the threshold of the room, closing the door behind him and dropping his bag beside it. There was wide smile on his gentle face, his eyes wide as a child's with excitement. "Amazing," he exclaimed, his body trembling with awe from the display he'd just seen. Who was this witch? From what family did she descend? Where did she learn this spell? When would he too be able to master it's effects? Questions raced through his mind as he took a step closer to her. "Amazing spell. Which is it, if you don't mind my asking?"

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tag jule. this is 883 words. i actually hate this post, but it'll get better. ludovic is wearing this. and i can't wait to get this shabang under way.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-right: 20px solid #000033; background-image:url(http://i1059.photobucket.com/albums/t422/TechnicAware/Apple%20Headphones/BackgroundBlueMetal.jpg); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] across the universe, images of broken light, which dance before me like a million eyes. they call me on and on across the universe. thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box, they tumble blindly as they make their way.... nothing's gonna change my world, Cali usually had no trouble falling to sleep. But for some reason last night she just couldn’t turn off her mind. It was because of something that she had found earlier that night. She went to the library to study, like she did every night, but she spotted a book with a cover that caught her attention. You see, Cali’s attention was never that focused. Sure, if the situation was serious or a friend was in need, her mind would settle and she could stay focused on one thing for a long time. But for her everyday activities, her mind always tended to wander onto to completely unrelated subjects. It wasn’t that she refused to pay any attention. It was just that her curious mind loved to wonder and try to figure out things. Fixing tricky problems was her specialty. However, earlier this particular night, while her mind was taking its regular adventure into the outer space of knowledge that she had collected over the years, her eyes roamed around the basically empty library until they fell upon an old tattered book on the shelf. It was a dark, deep lavender shade and it caught her eye even though it was surrounded by hundreds of other similar appearing books. She had closed her potions book (not that she had been reading it, anyway) and stood up and took the lavender book off the shelf. Its spin was torn in multiple places, showing its age and usage. Apparently it was a pretty popular book at one time. Either way, it had caught her interest and she decided immediately to read it. She had spent a good few hours reading the book until her eyes turned read from tiredness. Maybe she had dozed off for a few minutes here and there, but after so many hours her eyes had refreshed themselves and now she was read to do something about all she had read. Toward the end of the lavender, untitled book she had found a note at the bottom of the page, saying that whoever last had read the book had found a way to combine two spells. Once it was late enough in the morning that it could be a decent time to leave her dorm, Cali took off down the stairs toward one of the empty classrooms. As far as she knew, no one was ever really down there, so she was free to do just about whatever she wished. Besides, even if the strictest teacher showed up, he or she wouldn’t do anything to her. Cali was a sweet little perfect student with pretty much perfect grades… except for herbology. But either way, she wasn’t worried about detention or write offs. Once she was dressed, Cali brought the little lavender book with her, along with her wand, and went down the long staircases toward the empty classrooms. Once she arrived, she set the book down to the page where the note was written. She had left the door a little cracked so she wouldn’t make the door squeak when it closed. The last thing she wanted to do was awaken someone so early in the morning. So she held up her wand, followed the motions that were drawn out on the little scribbled note. It was a simple motion, really. Just hold it out away from her chest a good foot or so, and then a quick flick of the wrist. The only part she was really concerned about was the pronunciation. It was always hard to know if she was pronouncing some of the complicated spells right. She hadn’t mispronounced and blown anything up in the past year or so, though, so all she could do was sound it out the best she could. After attempting to pronounce the spell a few different ways, she picked the one that sounded the best and decided to give it a try. Holding out her wind as described by the scribbles, she sighed, held the want steady and relaxed herself (because once her spell had backfired because her fingers were too tense). She flicked her wrist as she muttered the spell quieter than she normally would have. After all, people right above her were still asleep. A fast, bright whitish gold light fluttered from the very tip of her want and sprung forward with such force in knocked her back a few steps. She caught her balance and watched at the piercing light zapped a book on the table before her. After a moment of two of glowing, the book exploded, and its tiny leftover molecules vanished after a few more moments. She swallowed hard a moment. Please don’t let that book be important… she thought hopefully. But before she could worry anymore about it, she heard a somewhat familiar voice from behind her, coming from the door she had left cracked. “Amazing!” She froze in place, closing her eyes, praying that it wasn’t one of the more sarcastic teachers who were going to praise her and then give her detention. That had happened once before. And then he spoke again, "Amazing spell. Which is it, if you don't mind my asking?" After hearing his voice again, she realized who it was. She spun around, her long blonde ponytail flicked around the back of her quickly, trying to keep up with her sudden movement. Cali just stared at young boy as he stood before her. The Slytherin she argued with the most… complimenting her? She just stared at him a moment with her bright blue eyes in shock. “Ludovic?”

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tag || Ludovic || words || 9 5 5 || outfit || click !
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What to do? Part of him wanted to run out of the room, never to speak of the incident again and should Cali make mention of it, deny it as fiercely as possible. This was a, however, minuscule particle of his being. It was unlike Ludovic to run from a fight, on the contrary, he was known to embrace, even start confrontation. He was sure that was known to the girl who stood before him. Their relationship, if it could even be called that with a straight face, started almost six years ago. They had most of their classes with one another and Ludovic made a habit to chide the witch for being a descendant of muggles with no magical ancestry to speak of. The teasing continued through the years, eventually escalating to a few jinxes cast by the both of them towards the other by their third year, and by last year, full on prank wars. Ludovic saw her as utterly inferior to him, a wench who deserved no name and certainly no place in the same room, nonetheless room as him, a wizard of breeding, status and class. He knew the traditions of this world for he grew up in them. She knew them because some blood traitor along the line thought it would be appropriate to admit mudbloods. She deserved no quarters in this castle of such esteem. She didn't deserve life.

Disgusted with the sight of her, he contorted his mouth into disfigurement. "Good girl," he started, snapping like a vicious beast. "Learn to address those superior to you by their proper names, mudblood. I see the badgers are being trained well by the house elves in the basement." He dropped his bag on a table which lined the wall, eyes hard with intention to maim her spirit. The moment of weakness was passed for the snake, and as a snake recovering from a blow, even if it were inflicted, in this case, by his own haste in complimenting the undeserving witch, it was time to strike. He turned back to her, his face showing the disdain he felt for her in every fold. "Run along now, badger. This room is being commandeered by one with the breeding for magic. It's a wonder you even have the ability. You're a freak, truly. Exiled by the muggles, the filthy beasts they are, and unwanted by the wizard." He drew his wand from the pocket of his robe, implying his seriousness in kicking her out of the room. "Well... scram." he spat. And with all of this going on, there was, once again, that flash of thought that was rearing its head more and more with each passing moon. Why the hell was he so hateful toward her kind? She was obviously deserving of her gift, given in the display he just saw. His words were sincere before he knew the identity of the witch; why were his words retracted now that he knew her identity? Obviously, her being muggleborn held no basis on her ability as a witch. He doubted himself. Could it be that he was wrong in his thoughts?

Of course not. He shook the thoughts from his mind. These were the seeds that were planted in the blood traitors. The Weasleys and those other obscure individuals throughout history who practiced tolerance and suffered through the generations with the polluting of their most pure blood. Ludovic refuse to be one such wizard like Sirius Black. A blow to the name of a family of his' stature would be detrimental and he couldn't see the fall of his family's empire at his hands for thoughts such as these. He wished he could pluck the idea from his mind, but seeing as it was impossible, he simply pushed it down, drowning himself in the disgust and anger he was raised to feel for witches and wizards like her. Those who stole their magic. He raised his hand, his wand tightly held in the hand. His face was harsh and cold, his body hard and upright, unwavering. The tension in the air was palpable, rending him immobile. The thoughts began to push through once again. This isn't right, a more moral edition of Ludovic said within his mind. He ignored it. No, he squashed it. There could be no sympathy. No thoughts native to that of the Blood Traitor. This issue was black and white. Pure or not. He was pure, and he would remain such. She would leave in respect for said purity.

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tag jule. this is 954 words. i'm getting into my element now. yaaaay. let's get busy! this. and i can't wait to get this shabang under way.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-right: 20px solid #000033; background-image:url(http://i1059.photobucket.com/albums/t422/TechnicAware/Apple%20Headphones/BackgroundBlueMetal.jpg); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] across the universe, images of broken light, which dance before me like a million eyes. they call me on and on across the universe. thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box, they tumble blindly as they make their way.... nothing's gonna change my world, Cali was just as surprised as Ludovic looked, staring back at her in sheer surprise for the first few moments. At least, he was surprised just long enough for her hair to fall soft and still behind her back. They were both stuck in their place for a minute, before his eyes turned cold and so did his stance. Every muscle in his body must’ve tensed. It was obvious that he hadn’t known it was her. If he had, he would not have dared to say anything even similar to a compliment, which is exactly what he had just said; a compliment, and a pretty darn good one, too. He’d said amazing twice. After a long few seconds of tension and silence of both of them deep in thought, she watched as his cold eyes became even more evil. Even more snakelike. It was obvious he was about to say something painfully typical. Ever since she first laid eyes on him, it had been pretty obvious that the two had despised each other. After a few years of simple arguments and sneers and glares and intentional collisions in the corridors, their hatred grew to torture and heartless pranks. Of course, being the sweet little badger she was, Cali always regretted ever doing anything too hateful. Pranks were not her forte. She wasn’t brave enough to actually fall through with them about half the time. If she was, she would probably be Gryffindor. However, she had managed to pull a few fast, really thought through and complicated plots to hurt Ludovic, which usually worked out pretty well. Of course, after it was all over, she could never sleep out of guilt. Whether he was a heartless son of a bitch or just another simple, plain student, it was all the same to her. Mean was mean, no matter who she was mean toward. Then, his sharp, suddenly evil sounding voice spoke; the voice that she was used to hearing from him. Not that surprised and impressed normal sounding voice that he had used only a minute before. “Good girl,” he sneered, “ Learn to address those superior to you by their proper names, mudblood. I see the badgers are being trained well by the house elves in the basement” He dropped his back on the desk nearby as if he owned the place. Cali barely refrained from rolling her eyes, though she had flinched at the word “mudblood.” That was never a name she preferred to be called, but she wasn’t going to let this idiot Slytherin offend her, either. It was obvious that he wanted her to leave. She had only just gotten there herself and she had only tried out one spell so far, which had only taken a minute or two. There was no way she was going to let this idiot chase her out of the classroom. He didn’t own it, but she knew why he thought he had the power to control her. Ludovic was one of the poor, misguided purebloods who were led to believe that wizards and witches born from completely muggle genetics were useless and unworthy of being magical. According to them, muggleborns were shunned by the muggles and mostly ignored by the wizards. However, this was not the case by any means. Cali had plenty of friends, pureblood, halfblood and muggleborn like herself. But, being a pureblooded Slytherin, she had no reason to believe that he wouldn’t have turned out like this: A heartless, ignorant cad who does everything in his power to hurt people like her. After she remained in place, he told her to scam. She felt like screaming at him that he had no right to treat her this way, but she knew he would only laugh at her. But then, she noticed something. Cali watched his every move with her piercing, liquid blue eyes, and she saw something almost… unstable, in his usually cold and heartless gaze. She wished she was a telepath. She wanted so desperately to know what it was he was thinking about to make his expression look so confused. He looked as though he was questioning himself for a moment. Before she could even think about it enough to try and figure out what the boy could be thinking of, she thought of something to say in response to his “Run along now, badger. This room is being commandeered by one with the breeding for magic. It's a wonder you even have the ability. You're a freak, truly. Exiled by the muggles, the filthy beasts they are, and unwanted by the wizard.” Cali smirked. What he said in no way offended her for it was exactly what she would expect him to say. She closed the book on the desk beside her so he couldn’t the secret note she’d found. “Well, if you think you’re so worthy as to kick me out of this classroom, then I guess you’ll never find out the secret, extremely powerful spell that I just discovered.”

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He was simply the product of his upbringing, something she knew for certain and something that he was slowly and painfully coming to realize. Over the last few months, with the ministry's new aggressive policy on half-breeds, he'd been coming to realize some of the injustice in the world and in his own actions. A small part of him, a part of nominal size but phenomenal power had grown inside of him, giving him a similar feeling of guilt as Cali had whenever she retaliated to one of his numerous pranks. He'd been restricting it rather well, even thinking it dead and gone at some points in time, but instead, it simply became dormant, waiting for opportunities to rear its head, moments just like this one. Opportunities where he would realize the error of his ways and picture the ways things could have been different. It was in this moment that he was given a rare moment of clarity. In this moment, with his wand pointed at Cali, his face hard with feigned rage, his vision was clear. He wasn't a purist, in this moment, but a boy just born to the world, blood an issue he'd never heard of before. And he stood before an amazingly talented witch, something he'd just owned up to moments ago. A witch who he'd seen in passing before, and knew, from her reputation to be a stand-up girl, hardworking and dedicated, seen in her performance both in class and on the quidditch pitch.

As if a shade was removed from the top of his eyes, he didn't think of her as painfully impure, mudblooded to the point of ugliness and disfigurement. She looked like an actual person, complete with eyes, eyes of a brilliant and engulfing blue, hair, yellow like the sun, a nose, mouth and ears. She wasn't half bad looking, if bad could be a word to describe her at all. He knew from past conflicts with her that she was a great mind, from seeing her on the pitch that she was of particular athletic ability, the likes of which exceeded his, though that was little of a feat. She was hard-working, as was he, seen in being her classmate in most classes for the past five years, and here now, where she studies spells for what seemed like no reason at all. She was definitely no one he wanted to send to away, for he thought that on a good day, he might enjoy her company. If there wasn't the obvious implications for them to not be friends, they might have been just that. And given the way he was feeling toward her now, in this exceedingly rare moment of clarity... perhaps more.

Why exactly was it so difficult for Slytherin house to fraternize with those of lesser purity? Because they were told that they were to value purity. But was it not true that this message had caused much sorrow in the past? Voldemort himself carried this message to heart and as a result was removed from the world. Wasn't there ample proof that this pureblood-mania was irrational and lead to no good? So why were so many dark wizards still pursuing the idea? No. Not again, he thought, blinking hard as to put his lens of the world back on. Though not in full, she restored to being a mudblood, but that same part of his mind that told him that the whole war for purity was a lost cause also would continue to break down his image of her. Already, he could feel his wand lowering as his resolve was slowly melting away. He was showing weakness, something he hated about himself right now. It was almost certain that she would notice this, point it out and patronize him. The worst part about it was that he didn't know for certain if he himself would be able to retaliate.

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tag jule. this is 868 words. LUDOVIC IS WEARING this. did you notice we had the same word count for the first four posts?! lmao.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-right: 20px solid #000033; background-image:url(http://i1059.photobucket.com/albums/t422/TechnicAware/Apple%20Headphones/BackgroundBlueMetal.jpg); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] across the universe, images of broken light, which dance before me like a million eyes. they call me on and on across the universe. thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box, they tumble blindly as they make their way.... nothing's gonna change my world, Something seemed to happen right there in that moment. Cali stood before the sixteen year old Slytherin, whose wand was pointed right at her in fury. She only stared back at him, knowing that he wouldn’t do anything to her that she couldn’t block or cause to backfire on him. Actually, lately, the spells he had been casting on her weren’t even that intimidating. Sure, they would seem horribly powerful to a first year, but definitely not to a fellow sixth year like herself. Even her other Hufflepuff friends had laughed when she brought up his pranks in the common room. But there was something now that seemed to change inside him, as he stared at her, his wand still held high, and she retaliated from before. Cali wasn’t at all sure if it was what she said that caused his hesitation or if it was something else entirely. Maybe it was both. But his eyes seemed to soften and almost brighten, and she could see that his mind was moving rapidly. She wanted so badly to know what he was thinking. That doubtful looked returned to his eyes, and she couldn’t help but consider that he might have been thinking about her. But what exactly would he be thinking about her to cause an expression like that? Was he thinking about the spell she just casted? Was he trying to trick her into relaxing and then plotting to catch her off guard with some attack? She watched him closely, her piercing aqua eyes scanning his every move and every inch of his body. After a while of looking him over suspiciously, her glare faded and she just waited for him to speak. Cali had never known Ludovic to remain quiet with an enemy in the room with him. After a long time of staring at her, his wand lowered. Her eyebrows twitched, either out of curiosity or surprise, or probably both. She considered just asking him, but with his eyes looking so… so… not heartless, she had no idea what to say. This was obviously a moment of sheer weakness on his part, and a piece of her wanted to say the rudest thing she could think of and shoot that exploding spell she’d just discovered right at him while he was least expecting it. But most of her just wanted to let everything he had ever said and done to her go. Even the first time they saw each other in their first year and he had made her cry. She was sure him and his little snake buddies still look back and laugh at that. But during this moment, she was lost in the deep, emotional gaze of his eyes. Usually she avoiding making too much eye contact with him because she tended to be a bit on the shy side. She hated being torn down by words and she hated being rejected, even by idiot, prejudiced pureblooded Slytherins. Because of Ludovic, she hardly made eye contact with anyone, even her best friends. Could she really ever forgive him for that? Whatever this stare of his was, it had Cali trapped. Every bit of hatred in her body vanished and she could almost feel what he was feeling. She had always been sensitive to what others were feeling, but not like this. After what felt like forever of looking back into his shockingly sensitive stare, they both blinked at the same time, released them both from the intense gaze. Finally free, she glued her eyes to the floor for a while, then to her book by her side, before finally looking back at him. But not into eyes, she just looked in his direction. She doubted that he was looking directly at her, either, after that display. His wand was at his side now, and she swallowed hard for a moment. But her shyness seemed to return, and she was at a loss for words. After five years of hating that boy, right now she actually seemed to… like him, if that was what she was feeling. She couldn’t be sure. Her mind was spinning, and so was her stomach. What was it that had just happened? Her fingers gripped her book tightly, uncertain of what to do next. It seemed that both of them had forgotten that either had ever spoken a word. It seemed that he had forgotten that he had threatened her to leave. She pulled her book tighter, awkwardly, and shifted her weight from side to side almost nervously. She had never been like this around him (maybe a cute Gryffindor, but definitely not a Slytherin she usually hates). Cali finally came to a decision. Since he obviously had come into this classroom with the intention of being alone, she would let him be alone. Hopefully, they wouldn’t have to see each other ever again, excluding all the classes that they had together. She slipped her wand inside her sleeve, showing him that she was done here. “I think I’ll go now...” She walked towards the door, trying not to seem like she was running away from him out of fear, because she wasn’t. She only hoped he wouldn’t stop her. tag || Ludovic || words || 8 6 8 || outfit || click ! notes || lol lets keep it up! and ludovic needs to stop her

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