Milo Scone stood outside the office, waiting for Tristan to come to the door. They had both been requested to see Harshing this morning on urgent business. And what Harshing said goes. Scone could see someone coming so stood as straight as he could and tried to force a friendly smile.

*Tristan limped down the hallway towards harshing's office when milo stood waiting. The beatings in the hallway and left him bruised and sore. They had done their share of mental bruising as well. He tried to stand up straight and a ripple of pain shot through his body. Once he got to scone, he showed no indication of wanted to talk....he just stared at the ground. The black eye was just about healed, as was the gash on his cheek*

Milo opened the door and entered, indicating Tristan should do the same. Harshing sat in his throne like chair. Milo bowed low, again suggesting his comrade should do the same. Then Milo sat on the single chair. There were no other seats. Harshing played with a silver cuff in his hand.

"Now. Tristan, under Family law your kind is illegal, you dont continue the line of wizards. So I am suggesting you take a vow of magical celibacy by accepting the silver cuff so you may never use magic again. It is only fair you sacrifice magic for the greater good."

*Tristan entered and bowed like milo had done, and then stood in the center of the room. When Harshing suggusted he give up magic, Tristan looked up from the floor, startled* "I....I don't wan to give up magic." *He said weakly.*

"There are times when we all have to do things we dont want to do for a greater good, Tristan. Magic is one of those luxuries. Don't worry, you will still be able to attend Hogwarts, as long as you wear this nice little cuff."

He showed it him. "They are perfectly comfortable and after a few years you barely know you wear it. And it grows with you. Wonderful really. And all it takes it to slide it on."

Harshing stood, his face was friendly, almost patronising. "Tristan, any moment now The Master may decide to eliminate your kind altogether. I am trying to save you. If he knows you aren't dangerous he may allow you to live as a servant to a Wizard, or put you in slave labour. but you will be ALIVE!"

He looked at him and smiled. "I thought I might be able to beat it out of you but I've reconsidered. If you just put on this cuff then you wont have to be beaten again."

*Tristan looked to scone and took a step back away from Harshing as a natural reaction* "It...it doesn't sound like living...." *He said in his own defense.* Why can't I just go on minding my own buisness?" *He murmered, fear showing in his eyes. The thought of no beatings was tempting but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.*

Scone stood up. "Enough!" He said. "I am sure Sentinus puts the halfbreeds above homosexuals on his death list. Harshing, have you even consulted The Master about this incident?"

Harshing turned on him. "I suggest you sit down Scone, your authority here is far below mine." He moved to Tristan and grabbed his throat. "I'll make it easy. Put this on and live, or refuse and face daily hardship, if you dont wear this I will make your life a living hell - you will be humilated and hated in this school, my personal slave."

*Tristan tried to get out of his grip* "No." *He said firmly, although it was obvious that he was still scared* "I'm not wearing it." *He snarled. The monnths on the street had toughened him in some ways, one of which was that you had to fight for what you wanted or you wouldn't get it.*

Harshing walked back to his desk. "Then you will face my wrath."

"Scone I hereby declare that you must never again speak to this child under pain of death. Goodbye." Scone walked out.

"Tristan, you shall do three hours hard labour per week under my supervision, at weekends of course. This will involve cleaning the statue of Sentinus and scrubbing my office floor. You will also no longer be eating Hogwart's food. You will receive two rolls of bread and a glass of water per day."

*Tristan took a deep breath, trying to ignore the thought of all the pain he had in store and looked Harshing straight in the eye as if to say 'bring it on'* "Is that all........sir?"

Harshing looked at him. WHat the hell was he doing? Torturing students was not part of the grand plan he had in store. The plan was everything and he was making more enemies than he could count. "Go!" He said and pointed to the door. "Don't get in my way again."