Greensleeves. (Sylvester, Anabelle, Celeste)

[soby207]

Flying through the fire place, Matthew dusted himself off quickly coughing a little bit. Traveling by the Floo powder network wasn't exactly Matthew's favorite way of traveling. But, it was better then being squished through a tube and possible barfing after arriving. Just saying. Pulling off his traveling cloak, Matthew hung it up unbuttoning his school shirt, Matthew walked up the giant marble staircase to his room rubbing his chest a little bit tossing his shirt into the laundry hamper. "Buttons!" Called Matthew walking around his room in his boxers finding something to wear. Opening his massive closet, Matthew grabbed a pair of dark dress pants and a silk black shirt. Getting dressed Matthew turned around to see his house-elf knocking at the door. Smiling Matthew hugged Buttons softly. "Make a fresh pot of tea, we're expecting company. Make enough for six with four cups. And something for yourself too." Smiling Matthew patted the house-elf on the head before he went off.

Sighing Matthew flicked his wand softly. The two doors swung open as the cool winter breeze flew all over his room. Sending chills down his body Matthew slipped on his black dress shoes, stepping outside. Waving his wand the snow slowly flew off the balcony as he looked into the distance. He could see the arrival of his guests coming in different ways. Grinning he walked back into his room closing the doors going down the hallway. Walking down the giant staircase, Matthew went into the dinning hall were the giant fire place was and a long chest nut dinning table was centered in the room. Flicking his wrist the giant fire place roared with heat. Hearing the soft foot steps of Buttons with the tray in his hands Matthew smiled. "Thank-you my friend..." He said softly excusing the house elf as he heard footstep slowly get louder on the pathway to the doors of his manor. "Our first guest arrives..."

[Celeste Lydia Rose]

It only took a moment to grab her full length cloak, wand and sealed letter, from the rack and exit the familiar room. Celeste placed the letter inside the pocket of the cloak and pushed the portrait aside, making her exit from the common room. The portrait knew why Celeste was exiting the common room at such a strange hour, the witch was grateful for the information, enough to let the Slytherin go without question. Celeste waved at the portrait, and turned the corner, down a hallway and entered the main staircase. It wasn’t moving at night, since there would be not kids running about the castle at such an hour. She took a careful stride down the stairs, making sure that her Silence spell worked on her shoes. Nothing was allowed to go wrong, if the smallest thing went wrong, Celeste wouldn’t hesitate to jump the boat and run. She still had a family to go back to, they loved her dearly, even after all the trouble she caused.

The Dermandois Manor was a wonderful sight to see in the snow, and Celeste paused in her animagus form to glance up at it, and the Bobcat smiled. A light was seen in one of the windows, and Celeste averted her eyes to the ground and noticed the gate that barred her way. Transforming back into her human form, Celeste placed both hands against the iron, feeling the ice, and tapped it three times. A lock dropped from the gate, and she pushed it open, entering the Manor. Celeste stared up at the front door, and sighed loudly, why did they always design the driveway to be so damn long. Hoisting up her dress, Celeste started up the hill making her way as quickly as the heels would allow.

Once she reached the front door, Celeste lowered her dress, adjusted the cloak again, and pushed open the main doors. All was silent for a brief moment, and Celeste gazed around the main room, smiling as she judged Matt’s house. It was a beautiful sight to be seen, that was for sure. Once she paused long enough to remember her place, Celeste checked the wand in her sleeve before pocketing it. She took a deep breath, and pulled back the hood of her cloak, so her face could be seen, and then stepped into the room. Celeste took off the snow covered cloak and hung it over her right arm. The black corset dress was her mother’s, something she stole last year as a Christmas pay-back. “Matthew Dermandois, she let his name hang for a moment, a dark smile on her face. “Quite a well written message, I dare say. It would have confused most who tried to read it. It is a shame that your intelligence didn’t rub off on some,” she added, a slight hint in her voice. Celeste leant against the side of the door, studying the room with a keen eye, trying to memorize it if she ever needed to enter the room at the dead of night.

OOC: Pretty muse-less, used my original post from (Meeting) and changed it a bit for this, hope its okay ^.^

[Anabelle Evans]

It had taken Anabelle quite some time to get out of bed, considering those in the Ravenclaw House loved to read. Yet once Anabelle was out of her Common Room, she was able to walk out of the Hogwarts halls easily. After only a few moments, Anabelle was outside, and hugging her robes together, she Apparated to Matthew's home.

Popping into his courtyard, it took Ana a few moments to find the front door, a smile on her face when she saw Celeste. "Hello." She murmured, eyes on the ground. She wasn't quite sure why she was here, yet she was curious. And thus, she had gotten out of bed and risked House Points for this. So, this better be worth it.

She knew Sylvester was a part of this, and so Anabelle knew this couldn't be good... But curiosity did kill the raven, in this sense.

[Sylvester Salazar Gaunt]

Tonight was the night.

A dark robed figure slipped beneath the Whomping Willow just as his short term Stunning Spell wore off. The figure ran, half hunched over in because of the low entrance, through the passageway, his wand tip held infront of him, lighting the way. After hearing movement behind it, the figure spun as quickly as he could in the small corridor and pointed the light behind him. The beady eyes of a small mouse looked up at him. His eyes told him it was nothing more than a rodent, but his mind, which was racing and thinking as stealthily as possible, wanted to be sure that a spell wasn't making an Animagi look like a harmless mouse. Pointing his wand directly at the pest, he muttered the Cruciatus Curse. The mouse squealed in pain, but nothing else happened. Still skeptical, the figure cast the charm which reversed the Animagus Charm, turning any Animagi back into their human forms, on the mouse, which was laying on the ground, the only movement coming from it's small chest. When nothing happened, the figure turned and kept going. He was safe.

Emerging from the tunnel's exit inside the Shreiking Shack, the figure quickly made his way out of the desolate building, turning on the spot and disappearing with a faint pop. Another poping sound announced the Apperation of the figure just outside the Dermandois Manor. He walked up and tapped the large fence three times with the tip of his wand, turning the iron to smoke. He quickly walked through it just before it solidified behind him. After arriving on the doorstep, he tapped the door once, and it opened before him. The figure stepped into the manor and lowered his hood, revealing the face of Sylvester Gaunt. "Sorry I took so long," he said, shaking his hair from his face. "Ran into some wildlife on my way here. Had to make sure it wasn't an Animagi. Took a bit."

Sy looked around the room to see he was the last to arrive. He looked at Celeste. "Miss Rose, looking marvelous in your dress, dear," he said, his charm and characterized flattery oozing from every word. "Matthew," he said giving a nod towards the boy. "Thank you for hosting our meeting." Finally, he turned towards Anabelle. He knew who she was, though he had never spoken to her in his life. It had been Celeste who had recruited her, and Sy was going off of her word that Anabelle could be trusted and useful. "You must be Miss Evans, I assume," he asked, a friendly smile on his face. "Celeste never told me you were cute, too. She should have mentioned that." His charm seeped from every syllable of these words as well. He had to earn everyone's trust, by the way.

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((Keep the posting order guys. Just in case you all weren't thinking about that. Matthew, Celeste, Ana, Sy.))

[soby207]

Matthew smiled with pleasure. Everybody was here and accounted for. The 'original' four members. There WAS two other members. But, that's water under the bridge really. Chuckling darkly Matthew waved his wand, the doors to the dinning room slammed shut. "Well, now that we're all here. Why don't we sit down and start this meeting shall we not?" Matthew suggested extending his arm to his guests to take a seat. Standing behind the right side of the head table. Matthew flicked his wand to the two chairs for the woman. He was a gentleman. Just didn't feel like walking over and pulling out the chairs manual for them. "Buttons!" Matthew called sitting down resting his wand in front of him. Seeing the three foot house elf run to his side tap him gently on the hand. "Tea, for four please." Matthew said with a smile patting him on the head as the house elf scurried off to the kitchen.

Feeling the heat of the fire against his back Matthew unbuttoned a button on his shirt getting a little toasty. "Well, now that we're all here. Who's recruited? Will they be joining us?" Matthew asked playing with his ring on his finger that had his family crest on it. Matthew was actually quiet interested on who was going to be part of the group. Fresh meat really. This should be interesting. Hearing the house elf walk back into the room with a trolley with a tea pot and cups on it. Watching as he served everybody Matthew took the plate and cup taking a small sip of the hot green tea. Relaxing really. Well suppose it was time to get down to business. Setting the tea cup down on the table gently Matthew cleared his throat softly. "Right, well, we all now why we're all here. And it's time to put up the leader board." Stated Matthew straightening up his back a little bit while folding his hands onto the table. "We will become a powerful order, and we need a leader that can handle it. Unlike a previous leader who will not be mentioned we need one that can prove themselves above all. You'd be wasting your time thinking that I'd do it but I can't. I'm here as a member and a right hand to whom ever will become the leader. I suggest Sylvester or Celeste. Doesn't matter who. Either or I'm good with." Matthew suggested sitting back in his chair waiting to hear everybody else thoughts.

[Celeste Lydia Rose]

Celeste leant against the side of the door, studying the room with a keen eye, trying to memorize it if she ever needed to enter the room at the dead of night. It wasn’t going to be easy to sum up the whole house without being questioned about it, Celeste just wanted to be sure that everything was in order, just in case something bad happened, she would know which window to jump out of when the occasion arise, which it probley would. Celeste couldn’t help the smile on her face when she recognised a few things that would be in a dark wizard’s house. At least it was somewhat organized, unlike her own house, which at this stage had been divided into three, Celeste having the smallest part of the house, which was her bedroom and the room which connected to the mainhall.

She glanced up when someone walked into the room, she smiled gently when she recognised the Ravenclaw, and decided to approach her. “Hey Ananbelle. Don’t be to put off by the others, they don’t bite.. much.” she said with a little humour, and smiled warmly at the Ravenclaw girl. Celeste could see how much was being put on the line for everyone, being a Prefect was really important to her plan, and she seriously didn’t want to risk it unless necessary. Sometimes even the best laid out plans would backfire, and Celeste wasn’t going to be standing around when it happened. “Did you have any trouble arriving here?” she asked, making small talk until their infamous leader decided to show up. The thought brought a small smile on her face.

Celeste looked up when a very familiar face entered the room, and she smirked a little at the timing. And then she heard him use an excuse, she shook her head at it and laughed softly. Hmm, so much for a on time leader. the voice murmured, laughing darkly. Celeste watched him for a moment, and heard him do a compliment. Unlike most of the girls, she really didn’t find the guy all that appealing, blonde wasn’t her thing, but she played along anyway, best not to insult their leader. “Why thank you, darling. If you could tell your friends that, I would be much obliged.” she smiled, pulling back a curl of her hair that fell out of place. It would do her some good to seek a male, but she didn’t feel like flirting with the guys that lived in her house, they had somewhat become family in a way. Celeste raised an eyebrow at Sylvester when he turned to Anabelle, a part of her jumped to be by her side and protect her from the chaos, but the more dominate one told her to leave it be, which she finally decided to do.

A dark chuckle came from Matt, and Celeste looked over at him. Celeste decided to pay attention to what the Ravenclaw boy was saying, and lowered the wand in her hand to her waist. She was slightly surprised when he moved the chairs for her and Anabelle, but she nodded her head with approval and walked over to the table. She picked up the floor length dress and flattened it once she had taken a seat. The cloak was then hung at the back of her chair, warming up her back from the cold. Celeste glanced at the house-elf and flinched a little. Only owning one, Celeste was curious to see how others treated their own house elves, to see if she was doing anything wrong. She concluded that she was too nice to her own one, who was like a sister to her now.

Celeste turned her attention away from the house elf, to Matthew who had started talking again. She gave Sylvester a glance, just checking if she was allowed to make her report yet. Celeste pulled out the parchment from her bag, and flattened it out with her wand. “I have gained interest from a certain Alyssa Lockwood, who seems to be quite worthy in her attitude towards the plan. One Carmen Rogers, who seems to be a little lost in which side she belongs on, we best keep an eye on her. Darius Greene, who from what I hear is nice by force, and cruel by nature. And one Candi Acel, who Sylvester has chosen.“ She glanced up from the parchment at each of them in turn, curious to see if they approved of the recruits that she had picked out. It had taken a while to pick them, some had come around to it, others jumped in the moment they heard. Celeste glanced at the house-elf and smiled a little as she watched the tea being made, most liked coffee better, but Celeste did like the calming effect of tea. She picked up the cup she was offered and took a sip, making sure she had the right temperature, which was still a little too hot. Celeste set it down a moment, and glanced up at Matthew when he started talking about who should be leader. She did smile a little at the suggestion, but she shook her head slowly, “As much as I like the idea of being a leader of this, I am going to have to decline. My mother is on to me, and the last thing she needs is her daughter to become the leader of this group. So I’ll second the suggestion for Slyvester to be leader, he does deserve it.” she admitted, with as little pain as she could. It broke a small part of her, but she knew it had to be done. Celeste pulled a smile on her face and she took another the from the tea.

[Anabelle Evans]

Anabelle smiled when Celeste acknowledged her, happy that there was a small friendship forming, even though they were most likely polar opposites. So opposite Ana wasn't quite sure yet why she was here. Well, she had a general idea, yet she was so afraid she had constantly been questioning her will to live.

Watching as Sylvester entered the room, a small frown showed on her face as he greeted everyone. As much as he was horribly attractive and very charming, she was afraid of him. Nodding a hello in his direction when he acknowledged her, Ana decided it would be best to keep quiet as this meeting carried on, lest she be killed. That always was a possibility. A blush falling on her face as quick as raindrops during a tempest, Anabelle glanced away, not wanting to show weakness to such a charming man.

Matthew then decided to call the meeting to order, magically pulling out chairs for the two females. Anabelle gave a small glance, showing she was thankful as she took her seat. What then went on was a bit of a blur for Anabelle, the fifth year still trying to comprehend why she had fallen for this. Yet, she was too deep now. It was too late to swim to the surface. A constant question that continually arose in her head was: What am I going to do about Terrence? Or Adonia? They must not know... But how do I keep such a secret from them? It isn't difficult for me to keep a secret, yet hiding the evidence is what I'll need to work on the most on my free time...

Anabelle then proceeded to listen to Celeste, wide eyes on her. The Prefect had been the one to convince her to join this movement. She better be right about everything...

[Sylvester Salazar Gaunt]

Sylvester sat down when Matthew showed them to the table. He listened intently as Celeste gave her list of possible recruits, taking mental notes of all the names she listed. He recognized all the names she mentioned, but hadn't spoken to many of them. Alyssa Lockwood, Darius Greene, and Candi Acel instantly rang within his head. All were Slytherins, his House. Alyssa, a 6th Year, was in a handful of his electives, and he had even sat next to her at breakfast that morning in the Great Hall, but they had never had a real conversation. Sy would have to change that soon, apparently. He would have to get to know her if she was going to join their order. Darius, another 7th Year, like himself, was the same as Alyssa. In several of his classes, he knew his face. Then there was Candi, who Sy knew the best of the three Slytherin recruits. "About, Miss Acel," he said after a second. "She will only listen to me, I'm afraid. She's only a fifth year, but she's not a pushover. She's slow to trust, and will only do so if you give her something in return. I will be 'teaching her how to become an Animagus' and she will lend us her talents." Sylvester took a sip of the tea, which was on the hot side. He tapped the cup once with his wand, thinking the appropriate charm, and it cooled instantly to the perfect temperature.

After listening to what everyone had to say about recruitments, Sylvester leaned forward. "I have a few possible recruits I'm looking at. Adonis. The Ravenclaw. His mind is definitely in a dark place, and I think he would make an excellent addition to our little cult. Also..." he said, looking around at the other three. "I have heard rumors that Professor Burton is seeking something in Dark Arts movements. That he is trying to get close to one of these groups. Why he is doing this, I do not know, but I think it is worth the effort to try and see what he is interested in. Even as a temporary fix, a Hogwarts teacher would be a good thing to have working with us."

[soby207]

Matthew listened to the list of possible members. Holding the tea cup Matthew sipped it softly. "Well, the only thing with these recruits is we are the foundation. And if Miss. Acel will only listen to you then she'll learn quickly that it will slowly change. It's harsh I know, but, we need to first of all gain their trust. Believe me I won't put up with cock and bull. If I find out one of them is leaking information to someone outside of this circle, "Matthew threaten holding his wand gripping it tightly. The anger and threat oozing from his mouth like poisonous venom. "It'll be more then the Cruciatus Curse I'll be using on them." Setting the wand down Matthew shifted his weight a bit in his chair leaning back a little. Matthew didn't want any flouts in the group. None what so ever. And if Matthew did find it would probably mean death. Well, maybe. Just maybe. Tormenting people was always a fun thing too. Torturing people would probably be the signature move for Matthew.

Raising a eye brow, Matthew was interested about the fact of the teacher wanting to join the group. "Interesting..." Matthew said softly tapping his finger against his wand lightly. "This could work out for our advantage. Control the Minister AND the school. Yes, this could work out... Control both and we pretty much control the wizarding world. Control one of the two we are pretty much gardened to control the other half." Matthew was interested in having the professor in the group. It was a smart idea but very risky as well. "Just a thought though. We whip his memory if things go south. It sounds a little iffy but I wanna be safe. None of us wanna get caught and soon spend a life time in Jail. Not like we'll break out, but that's beside the point." These ... new recruits... I see promise in some, while others I see failure. But one could be wrong. I'll really notice the members if they can prove themselves a great deal." Shaking his head Matthew sipped his tea. Everything was coming as planed. Grinning he straightened up. "Thoughts?"

[Celeste Lydia Rose]

OOC: Celeste's new role, Miss I'm-going-do-disagree-with-everything XD

Celeste crossed her legs under the table, trying to keep enough blood flowing so she wouldn’t get pins and needles. The parchment rustled under her fingers as she brushed them in a calming motion. She had played her part in the meeting, the information had been said. Celeste didn’t put the parchment back, however, there was still something eerie about it, a gift from her father before she had left for school. Her fingers ran along the letters, the ridges of the quill, and the texture of the parchment. Her eyes weren’t on the two boys who seemed to have quite opposite ways of dealing with the recruits, they were staring at Anabelle with curiously. It had taken Celeste quite a bit of convincing to sway Anabelle towards the movement, no doubt about that. But it had been worth it, the movement had a Quidditch Captain on their side. Two Prefects, one Head Boy, and a Quidditch Captain. Celeste smiled warmly at the girl, and pulled a this-is-going-to-take-all-night face. But she made sure her face was titled far enough towards her that the guys wouldn’t pick up on it.

A moment later, Celeste glanced up from the parchment and eyed each of the guys with mild interest. Sylvester seemed to be able to trust these new recruits, enough to bring slight concern into Celeste. Matthew on the other hand, had the air of someone who disliked the idea of trust, epically with ones he didn’t know. Celeste noted the two opposites and watched each of their reactions, curious to see which would try and take the leap of faith. She had her answer a moment later. Sylvester had pointed out Candi’s flaw, which was all right in itself, ignorance was easily fixed, and Matthew had taken a bite out of him. Celeste couldn’t help the flinch; the whole idea of having a meeting wasn’t to see who could turn out to be the best one among them. She purist her lips, glancing from one to the other as they spoke, trying to keep up with the argument. After what seemed like forever, there was a brief moment of silence, and Celeste shifted her footing again, not liking the silence much. Taking a sip of the tea again, she glanced at Anabelle for a moment, and then spoke, “All right so Matthew has the punishment under control, although I doubt we will be using it this early in the movement. But what I do suggest is that we made them go through some sort of trail, to test their faith in us. I think the unbreakable vow may be a bit too much, since we would have to use it on each other to keep matters fair, and believe me, I wouldn’t think the worse of you if you don’t go through with it.” she spoke, not nearly as much venom as normal, and she scolded herself. Celeste bit her lip, working out the key elements to each of the recruits, she already had one under her command, the second was being interviewed, and the third belonged to Sylvester.

Her attention went back on Sylvester when she heard two familiar names, both of which she had some sort of connection with. Celeste raised an eyebrow when she heard about Adonis, remembering him from the Christmas party. A small voice pointed out something, and she wasn’t really hesitate to point it out. Her mouth went taught when she heard the professor’s name, a darkness crept over her face. Celeste couldn’t look at him without remembering the rumours that she had heard, the ones involving mother dearest. Her eyes went to Matthew who seemed to take the idea of a professor being a good thing. She nibbled her lip; the last thing she wanted was her mothers... um, well what the hell was he to her anyway? Celeste sighed softly, and rubbed her temple a little, trying to calm down the voices in her head. She turned to Sylvester first, “Is it truly wise to have boyfriend and girlfriend in the same group? My main concern is the fact that when they break up -don’t give me that look, what’s the likelihood of a Slytherin and a Ravenclaw staying together, I mean honestly. Anyway, when they do break up, what stops someone doing the whole Revenge is a bitch so I’m going to sell you out, thing?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Celeste was just trying to look out for the movement, weather she was wrong or not, she just didn’t care.

Then she turned to Matthew, trying not to give away the truth behind her argument. Melissa had stuffed up her plan, big time. “I just don’t feel 100% safe having a professor in our group. I know it sounds stupid, but what can we really offer him to keep him on our side, I doubt the whole power thing will keep him interested for long.” she pointed out, flecking her feet again, the traces of pins and needles crawling across her skin. Celeste nibbled her lip for a moment, the truth eating away at her, and then she sighed and spoke again. “I assume you all know the rumours spreading about him and... my mother,” she flinched a little, and fingered the ring on her right hand, her eyes looking down on the parchment. Celeste bit her lip again, annoyed at her lack of control.

[Anabelle Evans]

Anabelle couldn't believe what was being said here. She felt like a pigeon among doves. Or maybe it was the other way around? The way Anabelle saw it, she was the innocent. Ana's head shot back and forth between Sylvester and Matthew, their conversation growing a tad intense. The Fifth Years glance flickered to Celeste's more than once, happy when she spoke. Matthew was getting a tad too dark to her liking, considering she was a Ravenclaw and figured that most would be nice and witty, like she believed herself to be. Sure the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor were constantly thought of as the good guys, but why can't Ravenclaw be a good group either?

Because that would unbalance everything, and poor Slytherin would be left to play alone.

Anabelle, amused and yet irritated with herself, crossed her arms over her chest. "Celeste speaks wisely. I've had one wrong encounter with a teacher before, I don't believe it will be long before I find a problem with the Professor if we recruit him. I might be a Ravenclaw, but I'd rather prefer it if a book taught me, not a Wizard. They become too demanding and I'm sure he will eventually either get bored, or begin believing because of his age and stature, he can rule over us. And that wasn't what I was promised." An irritated look towards her tea cup finished her rant, Ana surprised at herself. Had she really just said that? Maybe she wasn't as perfect as she'd want to be. Maybe Celeste and Matthew and Sylvester were rubbing off on her? Oh no. Terrence would not be pleased.

[Sylvester Salazar Gaunt]

Sylvester listened as everyone gave their reactions to his mention of Professor Burton joining their group. Matthew seemed as interested as Sy did, but the girls were both against it from what they said. "The professor will not have any special treatment from myself, nor do I think any of you will look at him any differently than you would if he was a student." He looked at Celeste. "My dear," he said softly. "I understand that your feelings toward may not be the warmest, but he is, afterall, a teacher. He has more experience with magic than any of us. He would be as useful as Matthew's relentlessness or Anabelle's mind."

"Speaking of relentlessness," Sylvester said, turning towards Matthew. "I don't want to see you lashing out at every possible moment. We will get no where if we kill everyone your temper gets flared up at. Our allies are our allies and, whether or not they mess up, they can't be disembowed at the slightest mishap. Now trust me, Matt," he said. "If they deserve to be punished, I'll gladly point their face at your wand. You'll get your blood, Dermandois, don't jump the gun."

[soby207]

Matthew nodded at every bodies opinion. They all held very good arguments and opinions, expect for Miss Anabelle. She seemed to join the band wagon one could say. Matthew knew she probably had a opinion but didn't want to share it. "Mhmm..." Matthew sighed deeply. "I have to agree with our female comrades. But there again I do stick behind my thought and Sylvester's thoughts about having the staff member on our side. It offers the pros and cons of them in the group. But, I still stick by my standers. It is a good way to keep us informed on whats going inside and out of Hogwarts. But, we'll have to keep him on a very ... very short leash." Folding his hands together on top of the table. Matthew sighed. It was a good idea having a staff member in the group. But, it was also a very risky idea too. What if things back fire? The group would be expelled and probably sent to prison right away too. And God knows how many years at that too. Drinking the last portion of his tea Matthew smiled as everybody seemed to agree that he would be head of the punishment department of the group. It was after all a specialty of his for punishment.

Chucking softly to Sylvester's rant about Matthew was over all funny in a matter. "Sylvester...Sylveseter... "Matthew said softly shaking his head. " Who died and made you boss? We come to this meeting as equals deciding who should be our leader. We've only suggested who should lead. And yes, your name was mentioned. But that, over all, doesn't mean your our leader. This is a group for Dark deeds. And one slip to the Ministry or the school, and that's, that. It's done. And we're probably looking at a good time in prison for this. So yes I'm going to be a hard ass. If I feel that somebody might rat us out then I'm going to keep a definite watchful eye on them ... Needless to say I will kill them without regret. Now, if you don't mind. We can vote for a leader. Or we all are in this group as equal leaders." Matthew smiled as the threat flew swiftly from his mouth as he stared at Sylvester.

[Celeste Lydia Rose]

OOC: Sorry it took so long, had a few things to do. Ooh, yeah before I forget, here's a tv episode of The Tribe where the members have a meeting. I bags Celeste as being Ram (Computer guy who's just gained power in his legs XD) www.youtube.com/watch?v=XITzPQxDAeg 2.10 - 3.40 & 6.00 - 7.12

Guilt had been eating away at Celeste’s heart, as she glanced at Anabelle. The Ravenclaw just didn’t look comfortable with her position in the group. It had been pretty easy to convince the Quidditch Captain to join forces, the girl’s hate for professor’s had triggered it. Looking at her now, Celeste just wondered that maybe it hadn’t been the best idea to take her into the fold. The girl was still a innocent, a pawn in the game of chess. Celeste could feel a smirk cross her lips, if each member was a piece who was who. Of course, Sylvester would be the King, the most important piece, yet the weakest when used. Then who was Queen? The most powerful piece in the game, yet wasn’t the most important, yet again the males got the win in the end. Celeste nibbled her lip a little, musing on that little bit of information with a keen eye, from now on, she was going to keep a careful eye on the guys, just in case.

Her surprise was shown on her face, when not only Anabelle had spoken for the first time since the meeting began, but the girl had agreed with her view. Celeste stared stunned for a brief moment, and then smiled. There was something about the irritated look that just brought amusement to Celeste; it was something too similar to her own personality. She smiled with approval at the other girl, and just to annoy the other guys she gave her a thumbs up. Celeste glanced up at Sylvester, curious to see what he would say to both opinions. More than a little disappointment went through her as he still stuck by his opinion, he just wasn’t that easily swayed, she noted for future reference. And then he did something that surprised her, he spoke softly, at it was directed at her. Suspicion edged at the corners of her eyes, but she did listen to him. Well the comment didn’t surprise her, to say the least, she sighed heavily, showing her annoyance. “But, he’ll just...” she trailer off, understanding that there was really no point. Then she listened to Matthew, so they all had a point. Yeah so a staff member would be an advantage, but did they really outweigh the disadvantages? She smiled grimily and took a small sip of tea before speaking again, “All right fine, but if he comes to me, which is highly likely, considering mother dearest would want—they call it something different now... permission? Yes, I believe that’s what it’s called-- my permission in the matter, then I have no obligation to play nice, fair enough?” she asked, glancing between the two guys and then back at her cup. Celeste didn’t care what they thought, she wasn’t going to play nice, that she was sure of.

Celeste started to zone out when she heard Sylvester scold Matthew about his attitude. The last thing they needed, was a argument between the two forces that held each side of the court. Her mouth became taught, and she was about ready to sigh in annoyance when a commotion from outside brought her attention away from the two fighting. “What do you mean the cat won’t get lost? Are you serious! Get rid of it now!” Celeste glanced at the doorway, and it suddenly burst open with Matt’s house-elf and a very familiar Bobcat. “Eliza! What on earth are you doing?” Celeste was on her feet in seconds, and grabbed at the Bobcat before the house-elf could, who scowled at her. She held the restless Bobcat, and shifted it to her left arm, snuggling her. Turning to Buttons, she gave an apologetic look, “She doesn’t like being left alone, I’m sorry if she caused harm.” there wasn’t much sympathy in her voice, but she smiled warmly at the cat, and scolded her quietly. Celeste went back to the table with the Bobcat in her arms, and smiled back at the three of them, with a deadly smile.

A moment later, she decided there was only one way to approach this whole situation. Celeste placed the Bobcat around her neck, who adjusted herself against the cold temperature of Celeste’s skin, and she pushed her chair back. Standing up with the elegance of her mother and the coldness of her father, Celeste walked around the table, and paused behind Anabelle’s chair. “Gentlemen please; this is hardly the time to test who’s got better threats than the other. We do have a war brewing, and I’d rather like to know that two of the powers have some idea whats going on.” she laughed softly, and stood beside Anabelle, pulling the cat down from her neck to see if the Ravenclaw wanted to pet the Bobcat. Celeste glanced between the guys, and then slowly walked behind Matthew, once she reached him; she placed each hand on the back of the chair, and leant forward. “You see, if one person becomes head of this little organisation, who’s to say they won’t get a big head and well forget about the rest of us hmm? Or betray us, if the worst situation arises. One king to rule all may be good in movies, but in reality it isn’t that easy.” her tone was gentle, but still deadly accurate. Celeste moved from Matthew’s chair, and approached Sylvester, a smirk on her face. Easier said than done. “I assume you all know how Chess works.” she commented, upon reaching him, and pulled out her wand. Celeste pointed it at her bag, and then the table. Chess pieces flew across from her chair, and landed in the center. The game board came next, and she placed each of the peices into their original places. “So the King, is the most important part of the game, but he is the weakest when it comes to battle. The Queen is the most powerful, having control over everything. The Rock is a valuable member, who is half of the Queen. And then Bishop is the other half of the Queen.” she explained, pointing each of them with her wand, and then glanced at the three of them, wondering if they understood where she was going with it.

[Anabelle Evans]

[/i] Anabelle smirked, amused by the small thought of what Muggles used to believe in.

Celeste got up. She walked over to Anabelle's chair. Anabelle sat still until she was offered to pet Eliza. Raising her hand, she reached for the bobcat, letting her smell her before petting her softly, glancing up at the animal. She looked rather adorable in the way that Celeste had allowed her around her neck. As Celeste spoke, she moved around the table, to each person, speaking of... Chess? Anabelle watched as chess pieces flew onto the table from Celeste's bag. No. It was an analogy. Someone weak would have to lead, as if to surprise others when they fight against them. Then someone else would act as the Queen, and lead everyone else. But who would be the king? Who would be the most surprising to see on the pedestal?

Most definately herself. Blinking, Anabelle was surprised she had come up with such a thought. She, as the weak link? What a very depressing idea. She was most definately a strong individual. Her wand just didn't agree with her on most days. [teal]"And who is to be the King?"[/teal] It was worth a chance asking. Maybe they figured someone else should be leader? Anabelle would work much better as just a consultant, someone who worked in the shadows. Because she was most definately not the weak link. Maybe. Hopefully.[/size][/ul]