At Risk

[Antoine Snow]

Antoine Snow was in France, which was rather dangerous for him as he was a wanted man. Wearing a black cloak over him, covering his arms and he had a hood over his head, walking in a muggle village, the young man looked around with his eerie blue eyes. Antoine was wanted in this country for being a Death Eater, and being a murderer. What he was unsure of was whether or not the muggle world knew of him or not, so the reason why he was taking this chance. He will always love his home country, and stay at the Snow Manor from time to time, but going out and enjoying a cup of coffee in his hometown. Coming here was very risky for him, and just his appearance alone was shady enough. His eyes shone with a gleaming energy of of a pale blue. His skin was at times pale and pasty however when he was out in the summer, he tanned very easily. His dark brown hair was wavy, though it was unable to be seen due to having the hood over his head. Antoine averted his eyes from the muggle crowd, debating on wherever to go to next. England was out of the question because his face was on posters everywhere. Same way with France, but he had not seen one here so he thought that he was on the safe side for now. He could relax and not have to worry if someone was watching him from afar. Antoine liked his privacy, and was known for his cruelty, and his ruthlessness. There were many special qualities about Antoine that not many would ever care to know. But those that did knew what he was capable of. The only ones that did were family members. Even some of the family from what he knew did not appreciate his skills very much. That could be because he could turn it against them on a whim. However he would never do that unless he was on orders to. And he did not like being summoned like some stray animal unless it was to kill someone. Killing was in his nature, it was his foundation on how to behave. Antoine thought over his most recent of killings before he took a seat outside of a small cafe at a table with two seats. The places seemed to fill up quickly, but it was not unlike Antoine to not notice.

If he were to notice someone, they could very well recognize him. The Aurors thought that he was heading toward Greenland with the trail that he had supposedly left, however he feinted it and went back home for the time being. It was a fool's lead, but how long they would keep occupied with that, he did not know. Antoine reached inside of the pocket on his cloak and withdrew a map to see where he could go to get a good start on life. He was almost thirty now, with no children or love interests, so packing would be light. The reason that he did not want either was because ever since that trip down those stone stairs, his mind was just warped. He never had any feelings with girls, never had a relationship with a girl. The only girl he was protective of was his sister, Astoria. He would continue to watch over her as a big brother even when he was jumping from country to country. Antoine did not want children, and he never thought that one woman would come along and strike his interest enough to change his mind. If one had not come along this late in his life, then he would not even bother. With the way he was, only time would tell if he would ever get caught for his hideous crimes. Antoine looked over the map of the entire world, mentally marking off the countries where he was wanted, and those around them so that he could avoid it. He could go to Russia however Russia was far too chilly for someone like him. Antoine looked down at the Southern Hemisphere to have a look to see where he would go. The Southern tip of Africa would be nice. He could learn more about their magic there, perhaps learn how to better cover his tracks. For a Ravenclaw alumni, he was not doing a good job at it right now. Some of his family lived in New Zealand, and he knew that there was a couple there that he could get more information on. Alyssa Chevalier and that Auror husband of hers. 'It may very well be Veela season in New Zealand' thought Antoine with a cold grin across those lips of his. He might be able to hid out there, for a little bit anyway. He had to be careful though.​

 

[Joceline Richarde]

Winter in Paris was, without a doubt, one of Joceline Richarde’s favourite times of the year...although Spring, Summer and Autumn were all so lovely as well in her opinion. Paris in itself was just a lovely city and Joceline loved it! Despite having spent most of her teenage life in New Zealand now currently residing in England Paris was always going to be home to her. It was where she was born and where she had grown up. Although it grew easier to not have her mother in her life she still missed Tanya when she visited Paris, seeing a mother and her young daughter sitting at in a cafe or playing the park reminded her of the better days when her mother was alive. Alas, Joceline was almost 19 now and knew better than to dwell on the past like her immature, old, self would do. For if she were to dwell on the past she wouldn’t be where she was now, she wouldn’t have her friends and without them she was almost nothing. They had helped her through so much, when she had nowhere to live and when she didn’t want to go home she knew she always had somewhere to stay and for that she knew she’d never be able to thank her friends as much as they deserved to be thanked. For now though Joceline had her feet well on the ground and her head on her shoulders and was actually making something out of herself. Well she had started on the path of her life goal; get accepted into Oxford University. Sure for any young witch or wizard it would seem strange to want to get accepted into a muggle University but, and it was no secret, Joceline wasn’t fond of magic. She had come to terms with it having to go through school with seven years and be surrounded by magic but she still didn’t enjoy it and was trying her best to put it behind her but used it on the odd occasion when it came in useful, such as apparating.

Such as right now, being able to apparate to Paris while she was on Christmas break from University was so much more handy than having to pay for flights, which she knew she couldn’t fully afford and had to spend money on rent more so. Joceline loved her small studio flat that she owned near the University, it wasn’t much but it was all she needed. Despite being on holiday from University Joceline wasn’t without her journal and pen constantly looking for a story that she could write for her school newspaper, which she was one of the featured journalists for. She figured that a nice piece of Winter in Paris would be a nice feature for her travelling piece she promised her readers in the last edition before the printers stopped for the holiday. Having let her feet do the walking as she didn’t concentrate on where she was going Joceline figured that it might be time to stop and see if she could find something worth writing about. Finding a small coffee she ordered a hot chocolate and moved outside to find a seat. Sighing she found to her dismay that this place seemed popular as there was no spare seats. Seeing an empty seat Joceline waited a few moments before going over, despite wanting to be a journalist she was still a bit shy at times. Taking a sigh she walked over to the man that seemed busy. “Excuse me Sir! Do you mind if I take this seat?” she asked, her French accent thicker than it had been in sometime after spending a few days here.

 

[Antoine Snow]

Antoine used the very little money he had on him right now to order something small to drink as he did not see any point in staying here much longer. Thankfully he had some muggle money from the person that he had killed miles and miles away. He preferred having his stash of gold in his home in the Snow Manor, it was the only safe house he had and he could not bear to live in a place with so many people in it, at least not right now. His tolerance to others was extremely low, lower than the normal. He had no desires, none or women, men or children. He was like an empty shell, soulless and a killing machine. It was like he was in fact a machine. With the way he acted and stuff. Sure, he did show some emotions at times, but that was only when he was frustrated, and that lasted never too long. Antoine sipped his coke silently, and he did not know why he had the coke, and not the tea or coffee. Well, he missed being in a wizarding community, but he could not be there while he was on the run, at least, not in any that was in France. Antoine moved a little bit so that the hood would reveal a little more, and so that he could see more of what was around him. He needed to keep an eye out for the Aurors that could be anywhere, at any time. Antoine was very observant, and he would keep an eye out no matter what the case would be. However, his thoughts were interrupted when someone asked if they could have a seat where he was. Antoine's eerie blue eyes looked up to see the female. If Antoine had any sort of aesthetic desire or if he paid any attention to such detail, he would have said that she was somewhat attractive. It was a real shame that he did not think of such things.

The French accent was thick, but it was not like Antoine minded. He spared her a few words before getting back to his map, just enough to say, "Not at all." Antoine was very quiet, but he was just doing his best to be less revealing to someone because for all he knew, this could be a witch, and not a muggle. Someone that might recognize him and then turn him in. Antoine had some rather appealing thoughts to slaughter her if she dared, but he did not think that it would be necessary. Antoine continued to study the map, looking at the Southern hemisphere while he was thinking of a good place to start over. He would not have to do this if he had not screwed up once. And now he was on the run for the rest of his life. Something so small can lead to something so huge. Somehow they managed to connect him to other murders he had done, and got a huge bounty on his head. However he would be lying if he said that he was not enjoying the chase. How humans hated so much that someone slaughter their own kind, and then there was the fact that they would gladly kill animals for survival. It was all for survival just learning that they all were a pack of animals. Antoine sipped his drink once more, retaining the hood upon his head looking like a mysterious man all together. He was receiving stares, but from what he was listening to under the hood, they just thought he was a little creepy, and not that he was some psychopathic serial killer the wizarding world had pinned him to. It was not an untrue statement. Antoine looked up to see that the woman was still sitting in the sit in front of him, and wondered if she was an undercover Auror or no. If she was, she was not doing a good job on seeing who was sitting with her.​

 

[Joceline Richarde]

It had been so long since Joceline had been in Paris that she had almost forgotten just how popular it was with the tourists. And while they seemed to generate towards the main tourist areas such as the Eiffel Tower, The Lourve and the Arc de’Triomphe, which suited her just fine as she preferred the smaller nooks and crannies that only a real Parisian would know and were the real Paris. Unfortunately, tourists these days seemed to be drawn to the real Paris and were overcrowding her favourite spots. Which of course lead her to the problem she was experiencing right now; having nowhere to sit in the cafe. It wasn’t her first option to have to sit outside in the slightly chilly weather but she knew that she would have no luck to get a seat inside. Sure she could have easily gotten her hot coco to go but she felt like sitting in the slightly crowded area and do one of her favourite past-times; people watch. She loved to just sit and watch people go by their daily routine and make up her own stories as to what their background story was and what they were doing, where they were going; she even sometimes like to make up her own dialogue for people as they walked by in conversation. Some may see it as immature at times but she felt it was great as it feeds her creativity that she so desperately needs to maintain if she were to continue her career path as a journalist. Although she was all about the truth and despised pieces of garbage like the Daily Prophet as it was all lies and slander. Joceline preferred to base stuff of facts and truth and hence why she one day wanted to start up her own newspaper for the Wizarding World so they wouldn’t have to read trash like the Daily Prophet anymore. Then again, that was a long way off if she ever did get that far in her career path; but one could dream. So now she found herself trying to find a seat in the cold Paris winter, all for the sake for her future career, if she didn’t succeed in her dream career it wasn’t for lack of trying.

Standing above the man that she hoped would grant her to take the spare seat beside him Joceline let a soft smile grace her lips as he gave her the permission that she had been hoping for. “Thank you so much.” she said politely as she sat down, placing her drink on the table beside her. Bringing her bag around to her lap she opened it and pulled out her Slytherin journal, one of the few memories that she carried around with her from her days at Hogwarts New Zealand, and a muggle pen. Opening the journal up at the last page she read over her last work, chewing at the top of the pen as she went into deep thought. Crossing her legs she took her drink in hand and took a number of small sips as her eyes scrutinised everyone around her. The young woman had a great eye for detail which made her great to be a journalist. After a few minutes of people watching she began to write frantically. She was taking a new approach where she would write short stories about the people she saw and see how different surroundings affect the stories she wrote. It was a great tactic that she picked up from one of her Professors at University; writing short stories, using different people and different surroundings helped her to keep her creative juices flowing and being able to adapt to her surroundings well. So far she had wrote in almost half of her journal and that was only from being in Paris a few days; oh well her Professor would be happy and hopefully award her extra credit. Deciding to take a small break from all the writing she closed her journal and set it on the table and continued to finish her hot coco. While she was people watching she wasn’t looking for a story, just general people watching. Her gaze landed on the man beside her who had been very quiet this whole time. She peaked over the table a bit and saw that he had map in front of it, thinking it was weird and always full of questions she probed, “Planning a trip?” in a casual tone, but this was perfect practice for interviewing people.

 

[Antoine Snow]

Antoine barely lifted his head up to tell the woman that she was welcome, but in a way, he thought that she was not very welcome in the slightest. Antoine himself was not a welcoming person considering the type of person he was. A murderer. Not just any murderer but a wanted one at that, one that did not like anyone and one that preferred not to be bothered by a single soul. Antoine's fingers traced the outline of a country that he wished to go to, but alas, he was not too sure on whether or not he could trust anyone there or no. He knew that Seraphine Snow, a relative of his, was the Minister of New Zealand, and she would not even think twice before launching him into prison even if he was the Snow's Hitman. He was his own fault why he was so wanted to begin with. Antoine slowly adjusted himself in the seat as he outlined the tip of Africa with his finger. Wondering, if that should be his next place to go. Though he looked like he was going to go there, however in his mind, that was all a rouge. Anything anyone suspected him of doing, he would not do it. He'd go elsewhere, one of the main reasons why he was so hard to catch. Antoine, like other Death Eaters should be, was unpredictable. Things were better when they were not planned. Then no one would be able to predict one's next move. The thoughts of this man were near genius. Perhaps that was why he had always been in Ravenclaw. Antoine looked forward once more just at the surrounding people. It was making this Death Eater a little more tense than he should have been. Looking around, he planned in his mind, a perfect escape but where to was the question. He did not know, but it would throw others off guard. Antoine was deadly, and his eyes matched the level of insanity that he carried in a way. He was not crazy, but it was the silent ones that one would have to worry about. And he was that type of person. Very quiet, very smart indeed, and very careful on where he would set foot next. He could not afford to go to Azkaban.

That was when it occurred to him, why could he not afford to go to Azkaban? It was not like he had a family to take care of, a wife to go home to, hell he did not even have a proper home. Antoine started to wonder why his mind was playing tricks on him like he was doing right now. Antoine was getting tired of sitting here, and just planning on going to a place that he would never go. He finished off his drink and set it down. The woman in front of him asked a question, to which got under Antoine's nerves a bit. However not a single expression ran across his masculine features. He thought about not answering her, but he had spent enough time here in this area. Someone was bound to recognize him. Antoine closed his eyes for a moment before he slowly, and very carefully, removed his hood, revealing that face that was on many posters all around France. Antoine murmured as he did so, "Perhaps." However was he about to tell some girl that he did now know where he was going. Antoine waved his fingers at his cup to allow it to float into a garbage can. He narrowed his eyes a bit at the woman, wondering who she was before he would have to decide to flee, or kill her here and now. He had so much blood on his hands, so one more death would not bother him a bit. Antoine debated on what he would do to the woman because he did not know who she was. All he knew, she could be a vital threat to him. Antoine would wait for a negative reaction before he would act more suspicious than before. He had not known that when he waved his fingers when he had thrown his cup away, his left sleeve had slowly slipped, revealing the snake head of the infamous mark of the Dark Lord on his pale skin. He had long since stopped hiding it, as he was not ashamed that he was following the Dark Lord. He wore it with pride. He smirked ever so slightly, as a dark look appeared over his features. The shadows under his eyes and the skeleton look that he had on right now definitely showed that he had misused the Dark Arts.​