Just taking in the night air

Sebastien Black

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Sebastien finished last of the charms he would place. He had set out after lights out in the castle. He did not want to be followed by any of the staff or students. It had been a busy school year so far and he needed a safe and quite place to meditate and to relax. He now sat looking up through the canopy of leaves to see a beautiful starry night sky. Around him he could here the forest sing to him. As the magical animals went about they’re nightly rituals unaware and unconcerned about the lonely man laying here. Sebastien smiled he felt the breeze blow through the trees and could imagine a playful wind dancing with the old trees. He wished that life could always be this way... maybe not. He loved his student and his fellow professors.

He continued to stare off into the night thinking …
 
As Sebastien was thinking he looked into the forest. He knew someone or something was there. Sebastien also knew that with his protective charms he was as good as invisible so he relaxed again very little. He pulled out his wand as a precaution. And went back to thinking.

In the last couple of weeks he began to settle into a comfort zone. He could do so much good at the school. Since he who must not be named was toppled the following years had been calm and peaceful but he knew somewhere out there evil was planning a sinister return. Sebastien shivered he knew that it could be a thousand years down, but the though alone left him in doubt. He knew that if it occurred in his lifetime then he would give his life to bring the evil down and that the school would never fall.

“Stop” Sebastien whispered to himself. He always seemed to think on the dark side of life. But that could be due to his past.

Since he had Black in his name and shared in the bloodline he knew that looking on the dark side was in his blood. With a family full of dark wizards and death eater how could he look on the bright side of life. He tried so hard to follow in his parent’s footsteps. They tried to renounce their dark history and in returned was killed by it.

Sebastien could feel his anger begin to swell. He took a deep breath and began to count in his head. It had taken alot to anger him but when he did loose control he tended to do evil things. He knew things that would make trolls run and hide. That scared him a little.

Sebastien sighed and returned his gaze back to the stars…
 
Sebastien thought about the new school a little. In the halls walked students with amazing potential. Some would grow to be powerful wizards and witches meant for greatness. While other will hide in the shadows only to emerge as dark Wizards and witches of unimaginable horror.

The staff kept the student in check however. With the right instruction the students would hopefully grow to there full potential. Hogwarts was home to the parentless, to the forgotten, to the weak and to the strong, to the wise, to the brave, to the good and, to the evil. This school was the future.

Sebastien though back to his school days at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. He always reached out to do great things. He was head of the dueling team, Prefect, and he received top marks in all of his classes. He was then draft into the ministry where he worked in the Experimental charms department. Sebastien smiled. His parents would be proud at his accomplishments.

He still had so much more to achieve. He first needed to get to know the staff and the students. Then he would do the one task that would be the hardest for him ever and that would be to pass on his knowledge to the next generation. He had hoped to talk to some of the Professor more but was a little nervous. The few that he met were nice enough but there was still so many left to meet.

Sebastien shivered. Again he had the feeling as though someone was out there watching him but he could not see anyone.

Expecto Patronum!

Sebastien watched as a great raven burst from his wand. With a quick nodd the great bird flew off to scower the area.
 
((Now is the window of oppurtunity :D . If anyone would like to join this thread then simply be seen by my patronus I will wait for awhile to see if any will join be but if not I will continue my monalog. ;) :) :D :lol: ))
 
The patronus terrified her. She had never seen anything like it before. It illuminated her face for one breif moment before she let out a shriek, turned around and tore off towards the Dark lake as fast as she could carry herself.

Ail tripped when she reached the edge of the forest. A dark oak tree was right in front of her and she knew there was no way to avoid it. With a dull thud her head collided with the tree. Everything faded.
 
Sebastien Patronus returned. He knew something was wrong. She was here looking for me. He gave a quick slash off his wand and the spells that were set in place dissolved. He ran threw the woods like a centuar. He was scowering the woods before him and nothing.

LUMOS!

He yelled. He felt sick. Ali had been in the woods and by herself.

Homenum Revelio!

As an image of a girl lying on the ground appeared. Sebastien stomach dropped it was ali and she was hurt. He kicked his speed up a notch and was running like werewolf. as he ddge trees he could see the edge of the forest and..

Ali.

He bent down to examin the girl.

"Ali are you alright?"
 
No response. There was a tricle of blood on her forhead, but she was breathing.

It appeared as though she had been running as fast as she could.

There was something in her hand; a hand written note that said "The Blacks killed my loved ones, now they to must parish."

No wonder she had been so spookable.
 
Sebastien casted episky on ali head wound knowing that it was a minor wound it was no need for the Hospital wing. Sebastien need to get all the facts before he involved anyone else.

Sebastien looked the girl over to see if that was all that was wrong when he came across the note. He cursed under is breath. He picked Ali up and decided to take her to his office .

((go to my office a new thread will be there.))
 

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