Tyrin leaned against the railings of the Astronomy tower, looking up at the stars above him. He took out a phial of freshly brewed mix of Cocoa, tobacco and nettles, with hints of honey and sugar. This sweet potion acted as a drug, giving a burst of energy to the drinker. Wizards commonly brewed there own concoctions of muggle drugs to enhance the flavour. The contents were harmless to a Wizard but contained the same "magical" effects.

He covered the phial and placed it near his nose. He breathed deeply and become intoxicated by its effects.

*Kiley was walking up to the astronomy tower because she couldn't sleep. She was contimplating taking up smoking and figured it would be a good time to do so without anyone around. She walked up, her lighter in the pocket of her jeans, and a cigarette behind her ear. When she got up to the astronomy tower she realized that she wasn't the only one up here. Kiley hugged her quidditch sweatshirt closer to herself as the wind blew, chilling her despite the warm weather* "What's that?" *She asked, nodding towards the phial in the boys hand*

Tyrin turned and observed the gryffindor girl. He smiled and stood to his full, intimidating height. He shook the phial in his hands. "This," he said dramatically, "Is a pleasure potion. 100% Legal wizarding home-made drug."

He uncorked the phial and breathed in deeply. The world became vivid again, his senses became ultra-sensitive. It was...beautiful and addictive.

He pulled out another phial with a redder liquid in. "Try this one, its for beginners."

With a tap of his wand it hovered over to Kiley. He smiled at her, daring her to try it.

*Kiley smiled and held up her hand, refusing the drug* "Nooo thank you. I've been clean for four months and I intend to stay like that." *She went a little closer, taking the phial out of the air and held it out to him, waiting for him to take it back* "Thanks anyway.

It floated over to him, uncorked itself. He then clutched it and downed the mix of honeysuckle, tobacco and tea. He breathed deeply. "Fancy that, someone in Hogwarts who isn't a drug-obsessed scumball," he laughed.

He circled her. "You are that Stewert girl aren't you? Got on the wrong side of Harshing a few times. Eh?"

*Kiley almost laughed.* "Yeah, I am. I prefer Kiley to that stewert girl though." *She thought again about taking the cigarette and smoking it but changed her mind and decided against it.* "How'd you know?" *She tossed her hair back over her shoulder* "Is it really that obvious?"

"I've seen you in and out of Harshings office, most of the time covered in blood so, I sort of figured it out." He was glad Harshing had been found out and was no longer in Hogwarts.

"And, I take a personal interest in the maniac that was allowed near children." He placed out his palm and placed his wand into it. A book appeared named "The Arts of Darkness Vol. 1, Coldstone Harshing."

"Harshing's first book detailing his graphic violence and sadism in vivid detail. I managed to get this and most of the other rare books - for obvious reasons the publishers didn't print many of these things."

"Hm.....I didn't know he had a book..." *She said, taking it from him and flipping through the pages, scanning* "I wonder if my name's in here...." *She mused outloud, figuring it probably was* "How many books did he put out?" *She saw a particularly gruesom picture and cringed* "That's terrible..." *She turned the page and glanced up at him*

"For volume 1 there are only 150 copies world wide. They are mostly in Russia and the Ukaraine, Durmstrang Areas." He didn't know whether he should tell her that this was the first of a series of documents that detailed his inner crimes. As he understood it, Harshing wasn't pleased enough that he killed people, he often liked to recall visions with legilimency and recount it through writing.

He was never arrested, he passed it off as fiction but everyone always knew that they were autobiographical.

The pleasure potion fuelled his anger, he sent flames to the side of the tower and kicked a can in anger. He sat down on a chair that suddenly appeared with a head in his hand. The drug emphasized his mood.

"That b*stard deserves to die." He then retold a passage from the book, tears in his eyes that he had learnt from memory:

"He was bruised and battered. All of us surrounded him but I led. I was in control of everything. I had reduced the man to a begging mess, he pleaded and screamed forgiveness as we each added our powers to the force of the pain. He writhed ever still. I knelt and cut. And cut. And cut. He died to early so I burnt his body and vanished the ashes, his punishment would be: no funeral."


He cried a little before the drug wore off, he wiped his eyes and stood. "I think that man was my father," he said coldly.

*Kiley was silent for a moment. She felt so horrible for him* "I'm so sorry....that's so terrible..." *She said quietly* "Harshing was responsible for my mother's death....he didn't do it himself, but it was his fault....he does deserve to die."

"No Matter, no matter - He will die eventually, we all do." He took another sniff of the pleasure potion and everything was ok again.

"How are things in Gryffindor house. In slytherin we are very divided at the moment." He thought of his conflicts with flame

"Yeah, I heard someone say something about that in the bathroom the other day. What's going on?" *When he mentioned slytherin she thought of Skylar and Jake, who were both in slytherin. She wondered if that had anything to do with the split.*

"We are split into two camps." He had no idea why he was telling her about all this - she was a girl and below him in age. Usually, and this was no exception, Tyrin would have an edge of betterness about him. He didn't know why he was divulging secrets to a Gryffindor. It was if he needed to tell someone outside the schism.

"On one side we have the Who Know Who supporters." He waved his wand and a dark mark appeared, nothing more than an imitation of the real one. "Then we have people like me and Finn, interested in the destruction of the Dark Lord for the betterment of Wizard kind. Of course, underneath this we are Slytherins still. I believe that there is a greater force yet to reveal or show its power. Maybe it is the Potter kid... it certainly isn't the Ministry."

*Kiley looked at the dark man that resembled you-know-who and felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.* "I know some slytherins......they're probably on your side......but...I duno. They're both friends of mine and they really hate eachother. It could cause another split on your side." *She commeneted. Kiley didn't want to make herself sound high and mightly, but she knew that it could cause problems to have a split within an already split house.*

Tyrin nodded at the information then turned away from her. "Slytherin is a fractured house, because at the end of the day its every man for himself." He sighed. "We need to stand united, we both heard what the sorting hat said last year. Maybe I should unite the house. If not by words... by force." He looked at his wand with a new bode, his eyes wide and full of ambition, the moment was barely noticeable before he turned to her and smiled.

"Of course, in your house there is a lot of recklessness, bordering on Stupidity. So in a way, I'd sooner be where I am."

*Kiley smiled sarcastically* "I guess you could say that." *Once she thought about it, she realized that he we right in a way* "I mean........I don' know about how it for the rest of the house, but speaking for myself and my close friends, it's complete chaos and utter turmoil."

Tyrin laughed confidently. He knew from observation that she was friends with Mel Hunter, he had helped her out of a situaton some years ago. He rarely spoke to her now. "So, how is Miss Hunter?"

*Kiley smiled and laughed, rolling her eyes* "Well, we found out that her sister, who was presumed to be dead, was very much alive. So she's living with me because it would be hard to fit mel, her boyfriend, their son, mel's two younger brothers and her little sister all into one tiny two bedroom apartment. her relationship with Liam's strained.....I think he's cheating on her."

"I thought the Great Wittle stole her body and crucified it some years back?" Tyrin said, Wittle was someone, unlike Voldemort that Tyrin admired. Wittle had reasoning behind what he did whether it was symbolic or purposeful - he never killed for enjoyment.

"Yeah, that's what we thought too. It turns out that that wasn't Becky's body. She had been taken before any of that had happened. SO I don't know who's body that was. I guess they just gave whoever it was a poly juice potion so they looked just like becky. I don't know."

"Oh," Tyrin said simply, gliding his hand along the stone side. It all seemed a bit far fetched really - Tyrin didn't really care about the woes of others but he was making conversation, the girl before him could prove useful in the future.

OOC: We need a mini-plot or something don't we?

ooc: I'll IM you

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*Kiley nodded* 'Yeah it's hard to believe, I know." *She didn't speak for a moment* "Do you know a girl....I think she's in Slytherin.....I can't think of her name though. I think it starts with a D....." *She'd heard mel talk about her, but she didn't know who she was*

"Delilah." He shot a dark glance to the floor. THey were on a split, he had hit her and she had slapped him, it was all over him f*cking her sister. Personally, Tyrin didn't see what the fuss was about... women.

"Yes, she was my girlfriend. We are on a break."

"Oh...never mind then." *She had a feling that Liam was cheating on Mel with Delilah. She would have asked him to see if he knew anything about her, because she didn't, but she didn't want to upset him by saying that she suspected Delilah to be cheating on him as well*

"Delilah is a slut. Only good for one thing and it certainly isn't knitting," he laughed rather loudly at his own joke before falling into a spooky silence. "Two students, all alone in the Astronomy tower. I bet you and Weston used to come here often - and I bet knitting wasn't on his mind either." Personally, he had known Weston and hated him. If he could pass a snide comment in here and there he would.

*Kiley felt her stomach twist whne he mentioned weston.* "No......we didn't come up here much....." *She said dangerously. She decided to take the cigarette and light it, not taking her eyes off him. Once it was lit she didn't take a drag off it just yet*

"So he liked to use you elsewhere?" He was pressuring her, winding her up and he liked it. He breathed on a cigarette also, not able to restrain an arrogant smile on his pallid face. "I imagine he was most pleased, watching you get tortured by Harshing-"

"-Yes, its all in the books, just not names, but I guessed it would be you. Weston was most braved, but not powerful enough to save you from evil's wroth."

"Shut up." *She snapped, looking away, loathing him* "Weston didn't use me." *She noticed her hand holding the cigarette was shaking* "Weston was by my side every minute, espically after harshing would do whatever he did to me. He didn't take pleasure in it." *she brought the cigarette to her lips and took a deep breath, breathing in the smoke. She exhaled and coughed, feeling just a little sick*

"Oh," Tyrin leered, this was a fun afternoon afterall. Recently he had enjoyed hurting people, even in his own house. It probably stemmed from when he had hit Delilah - she had deserved it. He had then hurt Angelina and had even used his powers against Zee. Now it was time to torment Kiley.

"Of course, we shall never discover whether he pleasured or not out of your misery, now he is dead and all."

*Kiley felt really sick now and it wasn't from the cigarette* "I already know for sure that he didn't take pleasure in it. He was a good person and he was on my side....and a little insecure s**t like yourself isn't going to make me doubt it."

His eyes flared and his swept his wand through the air sending a striking spell across her face.

"Manners, Stewert," he said like he owned her and was doing her a favour to remind her that he was her Master. He sent another striking spell for good measure.

*Kiley brought a hand up to her face, first out of shock, then to place it over her stinging face. She knew there was probably already a red mark and that in the morning it would be a bruise.8 "I don't have to listen to you......" *She said quietly*

"Oh but you do," He pointed his wand to the door and it bolted shut. Several windows locked tight with a few more incantations. "You see Kiley, now Weston is gone, you are pathetic. Mind, when he was here you didnt stand much of a fighting chance." He was growing in power now, he had exploited someone weakness and his desires took over.

*Kiley turned and spit at him, aiming right for him eye* "Don't you ever talk to me again. And don't talk about weston like that either. Burn in hell you igronant ass hole..." *She tossed her lit cigarette at him, hoping to burn him. She turned and walked back to the door, pulling out her wand with the intention to unlock the door*

His lips trembled as she walked away from him. Her spittle travelled to his fingers by magic and with a touch from his wand turned into flames. He hurled it at her back. He had not finished yet. How dare she walk away from him, show him disrespect. He covered his hatred with another, arrogant, calm smile. He was dangerously calm - villainously calm.

*His wand hit her on the side, burning her clothes and skin. luckly it had only grazed her and her clothes hadn't burst into flames or her hair. She gasped in pain and brought her hand to her side where he'd burned her, and attempted to open the door. It opened and she turned, flipped him the bird, and ran down the stairs, praying he didn't follow her*

Tyrin rolled his eyes, like he was being hard done by and followed he slowly down the stairs. He spotted her and held out his wand, "Impedimenta," he said confidently, sending the slowing-down-jynx at her. He advanced, he did not rush, he did not need to. The only safe haven for her was in the Gryffindor Common room and that was a long way away.

*Kiley was slowed and for a moment she paniced. Kiley fought against it, but it was useless. She was gripping her wand so tightly her knuckles were white. She was trying to think of good hex that she knew she would be able to do nonverbally. She wished she'd have payed attention more*

Tyrin smiled and nodded. He held her neck and leaned into her ear, whispering softly. "Don't fight me Kiley, you can't win." He brushed his wand across her face and opened the door to the corridor. He pushed her out. She would be fun across the coming months - she was vital to understanding the mind of a psycopath. He would need to garner information about Harshing from her. But first - he would crush her.