Harshing had gone around his various estates and fit his personal objects, clothing and necessities into a single suitcase. He had just finished unpacking in his new room - utilising an old wardrobe and a table for the majority of his things.

He looked through a small circular window at the grounds. But another thing quickly came into his focus: his reflection, that harsh dragon-like face with bloody eyes and icy lips; a symbol of cruelty and radicalism for anyone who has read the Prophet.

His eyes became crystalline then, for the first time in thirty years a teardrop left his eye and trickled down his morbid face. It dried, he closed his eyes to clear them of water then looked at his reflection again. A snickering devil face on a demoniac backdrop.

*Kiley was running around, trying to get everything ready and set up. She was still in the process of transforming her old home into the headqurters and there were already pleanty of people that had moved in.. It was late in the evening, around 7, and she was cooking dinner while various people moved in and others worked on spells around the house to protect it and keep it secret. She walked by harshing's door, stopped, walked back, and paused a moment as if she was unsure of something.* "Um....dinner'll be ready soon......" *She said aquwardly. Kiley remembered at that point how harshing had felt about her mother. She felt guilty and disgusted all at once.*

"I'll be eating when it suites me." He walked over to a chest, he opened it with several incantations, growing in evil virtue. He swung open the chest and extended his hand. He grabbed something then lifted it from the chest. It was, in fact a head - a human head with long pigtails and a dead white face. Her eyes were closed, she looked tranquil.

He placed it on his table then looked at Kiley. "This is not dinner however its just a reminder of how to address me. I am Sir or Master." It was like being on one of his horrific lessons again. He smiled then picked up the head again. It rotted in his hands to a fly ridden head-corpse, bloody and decaying. Harshing laughed then threw it at Kiley. It exploded before it reached her into nothing more than dust.

"Ill be eating alone. Bring my meal here. I am partial to any alcohol you have. Ill have it in a wine glass." He was giving the orders - unaware that he was doing anything wrong.

*Kiley was disgusted bby the head and had jumped out of the way when he threw it at her.* "I'm not your servent Sir" *She added, laying the sarcasm on heavily enough that he wouldn't be able to miss it no matter what.* "This is my house. You'll eat with us when it's time to eat or you won't eat at all. You're not our master or professor anymore, and you're not the leader or founder of the resistance either. So I doubt many people will want to call you sir or master. And if you attack me, I doubt many people will want you here. You're here only because we wanted to give you a second chance. It's over when you hurt one of us." *This was the first time that Kiley had actually stood up to Harshing in a substancial way. She was determined to hold her ground*

With his wand arrogantly held in his gnarled hands, he stepped towards her, his face twisted - his eyes burning. This quickly subsided - it was her house and he had no power here apart from magical power and friendship with the resident vampire. "I shall have to dine with you then," he spat. He came out into the corridor and the door slammed shut.

"I shall be holding training sessions for any resistance member wanting to learn more advanced combat spells. Lets face it - there are some monkeys who could perform better than half the people here."

*Kiley couldn't help but smile. She had bea Harshing. Victory was sweet.* "I couldn't agree more." *She was trying hard to wipe the smile off her face but it just wasn't happening.* "I'd like to practice with you.....since I'm missing school and I'll be behind*



ooc: that's a possible plot....harshing tutoring kiley one-on-one. That would be interesting. We'll talk about it

OOC: It is a possible plot. If you ever get on msn we can discuss it :D

BIC:

Harshing's face was as twisted as a helter-skelter on speed. He could do nothing, he wanted to beat her into silence like the good old days but instead he just looked at the little bitch. She would come and learn from him. Of course - the training session would be zero tolerance, just like the DADA lessons. This time - Harshing was not bound by school rules. If Harshing had been in a James Bond film it would have been a "muhahahaaha" moment.

*Kiley started to walk away then, taking his silence as another triumph She called back as she walked away* "Dinner will be ready in about 10 minutes." *She hummed to herself as she walked away. For the first time ever, Harshing had put her in a good mood.*



ooc: I can see Harshing walking around the corner of the ministry and standing in the middle of the hallway and going "Bond....James Bond." lol