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Striding down the hall was a lanky youth of eleven. His steps were slow and deliberate yet held a grace that would appear to most as natural. There was nothing natural about Bearse Prosinian. He was a tall boy with a narrow boned face; dark brown hair topped his head, same color eyes and a...

Bearse nodded. "Aye, you are right. They would the filthy nags." Bearse wondered when the dinner would be served. The Hogs Head food left much to be desired and he was looking forward to fine fare again. (I lurve that movie!! And welcome back!!)

"Perhaps some hay?" Bearse snickered. "I'll set my spy to look for signs of any other creatures of interest. If indeed there is a giant, Alicia and her pitiful school will stand no chance." He smirked. (Aw, a poltergeist? I will suck people into my TV. >:) )

Bearse tipped his head in a nod at Valcan's words and he smiled, a true smile at his friend. "More beneficial than they'll know," he laughed. "I've heard there are Centaurs perhaps a giant, although I've not seen the latter. Perhaps the Centaurs would make good allies," he offered. (I is...

"None,"he said, no regret in his voice. "I never wanted children. I recognize myself for who I am. I'd do them more harm than good,"he shrugged. "I'd thought perhaps, one day, with my ex-wife. But I saw to it that mudblood could have no children." He spoke coldly and matter of fact. His...

Bearse' failed spell died on his lips, a look of surprise on his face as he slowly fell backward. He'd heard the roar of the spell rushing toward him and been entranced by the eerily beautiful green light. He'd never thought he'd meet his death today and at the hands of his cousin. His body...

"Not any surviving. My brother died in the last war serving the Dark Lord and my mother's other attempts to create my father's heirs never reached term." He said it without emotion. His brother had fallen in a heroic way, in his mind.

Bearse staggered back, nearly falling as her spell sliced open his shoulder. Blood gushed from the wound and pressed his empty hand to it. He roared and sent a hex at her.

Bearse chuckled lowly, the sound grating. He planted his feet shoulder width apart and held his wand at the ready. "I'll do whatever I bloody well want toward that foolish witch."

"A wise precaution,"he nodded, enjoying being among his peer once again. He sat at the table and glanced around. The room was very impressive. "I understand witches their age can prove to quite a trial when riled up."

Bearse growled out his words harshly. "You think to take me on? The both of you? What would you do, Cecily?" he sneered at her. "You didn't fare too well last time we met did you?" he spat at the ground toward her. "And you, dear cousin. Think I'd just give over Drago to you and leave...

Bearse laughed coldly. "Hit a nerve, did I cousin?" His dark eyes cut to Cecily by the girl on the ground. "I wouldn't bother comforting her too much,"he sneered at her, hatred evident in his tone. "Drago doesn't like his food to handled." Although he didn't show it, he was becoming wary of...

Bearse nodded, his hands behind his back as he followed Valcan and fell into step beside him. "I met them on my last visit here. They had a look of intelligence,"he said, smirking. "Are you so sure they do not know?"

"I would be honoured to have dinner in your home," Bearse said, smirking. He knew the fare would be tasty and he wasn't about to turn down a good meal.

"Perhaps a spot of a good brandy?" he chuckled, the sound rusty. It seemed fitting somehow to him, shodding his cousin over a drink. He needed no repayment, none at all. It was Valcan who was doing him a favor by taking the plans off his hands. He would be there when it all boiled down to...

Bearse scowled darkly at his cousin, her words mocking him. "Aye the tables have turned cousin," he said, giving her a mock bow. "Soon you'll see how right your words are,"he sneered. "But tell me, righteous woman that you are--how is dear old Lucius?" he taunted.

Bearse laughed loudly and long at her words, totally disregarding how angry she was. "Your children?" he laughed, wiping tears of malicious mirth from his eyes. "You'll never have children, you stupid bent. I saw to that,"he smirked. He kept a watchful eye on Drago, in case he forgot where...

Bearse gave up all pretense of civility or being a hero in that moment. His face relaxed into his perpetual sneer and he slowly moved to be near, but not too near, Drago. "Someone displaced a comrad of mine,"he smirked, his eyes narrowed. "I came to see what was amiss and my friend here...

Bearse's attention was diverted by the shouts and screams coming from the other side of the woods. He ran through the woods in anticipation and stopped when he saw Drago in his werewolf form. He had a little girl by her foot and there was --Cecily! "Drago!" he shouted, his voice ringing out...

Bearse knelt down on one knee, his shrewd eyes taking in the place where a duel had taken place. He waved his wand and confirmed that this was the spot Vici had fled from. Strong magic had been used, old magic. He saw clearly by his wand's light the indentations in the ground, as if someone...