Simner walked into "The House" uncertainly. He wasn't sure what he was seeking. He needed something to fall back on. All his relationships had gone bad. He had gone on a few dates. But now they all hated him. He looked around taking deep breaths in and out. "Hello?" he called, slightly hoping no one would answer.. so he could leave.

Zephyr appeared with a crack. "What are you doing in the Grand Master's house?" Zephyr asked, "What business do you have with the Grand?" It was unusual to see people here unannounced. It was a lot of questions, but he had never seen this boy before.

ooc: The house isn't under fidellius

Simner looked down at the house elf and scowled. "I am here looking for... help" He said, in a soft voice. "Can you tell me where the Grand Master is?" Simner wasn't sure what to expect. He was hoping that this "Grand Master" could help him with his momentary lapse of happiness. He took more deep breaths to calm himself down.

Zephyr looked him over. He didn't like being given dirty looks by anyone but his master. He hoped the grand would punish this boy... People that didn't realize the power of The Family, but came to the House anyways were usually punished by the grand. Zephyr smiled. "Zephyr will show you the way... It's up the stairs."

"Thank you" Simner said, a little rushed. He knew he had offended the elf. He fallowed the elf steadily. Not letting his eyes wonder. Though they wanted to very much. He hoped this "Grand Master" would not shun him. He hoped that this would not be a repeat of... Wittle.

Zephyr ascended the stairs. He reached the chamber of his master and rapped three times. This was to let his master know that it was indeed his house elf. "Grand Master, some fff... Kid is here to see you." Zephyr wanted to say foolish, but that would be up to his master to decide. He awaited the voice of the Grand.

The door disintegrated and dissolved revealing a young, handsome yet somehow wise and fatherly man sitting in a huge throne. He smiled at the boy.

"Hello, come and sit." He motioned to a pillow by his feet.

Zephyr gave his master a bow. "Does the Grand Master require anything else of Zephyr?" He asked. He hoped the grand would ask him to stay or remain close as he figured that this new boy would be punished for not knowing the ways of the family.

"Your services will be required Zephyr," there was a tiny glint in his trusting, deep blue eyes. A glint that told the houseelf that he would be cleaning up blood within minutes.

He waited for the boy to sit at his feet. Then the short conversation would begin. Zephyr thought right: before the boy could join the family he would be flogged so he never made the mistake of turning up unannounced again. After that he would be welcomed into the family. The boy must learn that punishment is the only way to learn the ways of The Family.

Zephyr smiled on the inside. He knew what happened to those who dared to show up unannounced. "Thank you Grand Master." Zephyr replied. Zephyr stood at the ready, awaiting his next order.

Simner quickly ran up the the pillow at the Masters feet. He sat on it and looked deeply up at the Master. Like a kid being told a story that intrigued him be on all imagination. "Father... I have come seeking help..." He said in a small voice.

"Yes, you are in great need of it, like everyone not in the family." He stroked the boys hair with his hand. "Tell me what you are running from, why you desire the affection of the family. Tell me, your father all things son."


"Drinks Zephyr, the boy will have hot chocolate, I will have a brandy. Bring cakes." He stroked Simner's cheek in a very fatherly, yet bordering on perverse fashion.

"Yes, Grand Master." Zephyr snapped his finger and he was in the kitchen. Quickly, he began to put together a tray of cakes. He opened the liquor cabinet and found his master's favorite brandy. Zephyr then proceeded to make hot chocolate for the boy. This was the traditional drink for anyone that tried to join the family. It made them seem childish, while the Grand seemed fatherly. He grabbed a glass from the cupboard and proceeded up the stairs. Zephyr entered his master's chambers, and set the tray down on his desk. He then poured his master a glass of brandy.

"I need love..."Simner said, softly "I have searched my whole life for true love... yet haven't found it. My parents died when I was young. I need a family." Yes, this sounded very pathetic. Simner was only 18. He had the rest of his life to find 'true love' but he didn't want to wait.

"You need THE Family, and I as the father will be happy to invite you in, there is a small matter however that we must go through before your induction."

Sentinus smiled warmly and took out his wand. "Simner, spontaneously interrupting The Grand Sentinus was very very rude. In the family we believe in order to learn - one has to be punished. Please remove your clothes."

Simner scowled. He bit his lip for a moment. Not wanted to be punished. He wished he had not come. But it was to late to back out now. He closed his eyes tightly. Stripping off his cloths, one by one. All the way down to his checked boxers. He opened his eyes. Ready for the shock of pain.

"Simner I know you are regretting this. But after this you will know not to make the same mistake again. After this you can recieve love."

The Grand Sentins stood and like he was conducting an orchestra began slashing his wand through the air, cutting spells aimed at Simners thorax.

Zephyr smiled. He loved to watch new members get punished. He remained standing as it was rude to sit before the Grand. He was ready to clean up the blood that his master has spilt, but wanted to hear the boy's anguished screams.

Simner closed his eyes and clenched his fists. The pain was overwhelming. But he would not scream. He had endured much worse. He clenched his teeth and tightened every muscle in his body. He was now hunched over in pain. Finally he let out a small gasp of pain. He could no longer handle it. It was killing him.

And now for the fun part. He twisted his wand through the air which would twist Simner's spine, causing excruciating agony. The Grand did not smile, he was convinced that this would teach the boy. Convinced, that as a father he should punish his son for such a mistake.

"Clean the blood."

Zephyr knew not to make his master wait. He proceeded to clean the blood off the floor. He touched it with his finger and it vanished. This boy had gotten off easy. Most of the guests that showed up unannounced were killed, or nearly killed. With a bow, Zephyr said, "Is there anything the Grand Master requires of Zephyr?"

Simner twisted unwillingly. He felt his spine almost snap. He screamed out in pain. He couldn't move his back. It felt as though he would never be able to face front ever again. He toppled down onto the hard floor with a 'thud'. He tried to stand up, But he couldn't. His arm was in pain as was the rest of his body. He wondered why he had wanted to join this cruel sick family. But he was so close... and then he would be accepted.

Sentinus smiled as he removewd all the curses.

"Stand my son. Welcome to the family." The Grand embraced him on the floor and kissed him on the head, magicking an orange sash around his torso.

Soft tears trickled down Simner's face. How had he wanted this? He didn't move. He knew what he had to do. He couldn't keep up with being in the family. Not after this. "Thank you, my father" Simner said in a strangled voice.

Zephyr was somewhat disappointed. He could see that the boy was crying. Was he too soft for the family? Zephyr could not believe that the boy had been given a sash so easily. Most walked out without a limb, or worse. This boy was returned to his normal state. It made no difference. The Grand clearly saw something in him, or else he would have killed him.