Butch Rattigan the III

Quite frankly, this school is a disgrace. Let's have a little order, hm?

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Nothing Ever Lasts Forever// Rattigan & Jim

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Rattigan could feel him fading, he could feel his curse winning this one. Oh how great it would be to be king of his own kingdom, his crown on top of his head, his throne, and all those students who disobeyed would be dead. Yes it would be great to be king. 

Barely noticing the outside world Rattigan heard a squeak at the top of the stairs. His men had been cursed, no killed, by Jim hadn’t they? It would be expected they would have to get the boy and Jim through. But it wasn’t those men who were at the top of the stares when Rattigan tore his eyes away, it was Adam, his boy, his second in command, his pride, his dumb ass. How dare he interrupt when he was killing someone? How dare he- 

Rattigan couldn’t finish the thought. Distracted by Adam he was hit by Jim’s curse and instantly struck. Dying in battle, at least he had died a noble death. 

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Nothing Ever Lasts Forever// Rattigan & Jim

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Rattigan saw the wands lock astonished that he would be locked like this with a child. He was a great and powerful wizard, and though he was at a draw with a mere boy, the feeling he was going to win bubbled inside of him. The excitement of killing the leader of the revolution, the leader of the destruction of peace. What a dumb child he was, did he not know his castle would still be standing if he wouldn’t have fought back? His friends would still be alive? He was a dumb boy. A killer himself. He was the true murderer, Rattigan was the king though, the bringer of peace, if only the boy could see that and just let him kill him, put the boy out of his misery. 

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Nothing Ever Lasts Forever// Rattigan & Jim

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Rattigan barely noticed Jim enter, and by the time he did the boy was long gone. “Ah. JIm, or should I say the leader of these rebels, lovely to see you again. Let me guess, you are not here for a cup of tea I assume?” He moved his foot off the boy, kicking the body to the side. “Now, you would not like to end up like him now would you?” He walked a little closer, his wand out and at the ready. This was it, he hadn’t felt this powerful in far too long. He was about to kill the boy who turned his little army against him. Jim had never been a good kid in Rattigan’s mind, he had always been a rotten one. “Avada Kedavra!”

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Everybody Wants to Rule the World // Gwen & Rattigan

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Having your life in the palm of someone’s hand did things to you. In that moment, Gwen saw her life pass before her eyes. She’d been such a happy child but during her time at Hogwarts she had been so miserable. That was until she met Collette and people started to want to talk to her. Something inside Gwen shifted. “I’m sorry sir, but I respectfully decline.” Gwen replied, no longer the stuttering little girl she had been when she first awoke his captive. “I don’t like you and I find your ‘cause’ pathetic and it’s not the path I wish to follow in life. If that means I must die, then so be it.” 

He was just a weak man who needed others to do his dirty work. He was afraid, hiding away in the lap of luxury while others fough and died for his twisted cause. Gwen had no need to fear him. If anything, she should pity him. Rattigan would never know true love, family and friendship like she had in her short life. “Do your worst.”

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“My worst?” He smiled, she was weak, a child, nothing. She didn’t know what she was doing and she wouldn’t until she was gone. But that was her own decision and it was time, a second in command of his, earn his ranks. Seeing Adam come in just at the perfect time, he smiled a little proudly. It was lovely to see one plan fell into place, though not as well as he had hoped. Still, the boy was the best he had from among the students. “Adam, would you do me a favor?” He walked over to Adam, a hand on his back, guiding him to in front of Gwen. “Would you mind killing her? I would do it myself, but I have things to attend to and quite frankly do not wish to get her blood on my rug.” He smiled wickedly. His prodigy. His pride. Rattigan didn’t wait for an answer instead he turned and walked to the small kitchen. “Please do take her outside,” He added. “And Adam? Make me proud.”

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Nothing Ever Lasts Forever// Rattigan & Jim

Rattigan had been having a rough day. Much of his army had left, scattered from the buildings and abandoned his cause, while others had come to him to express their distaste for how the war was going. Threats were flying left and right, and now an idiotic child had found their way into his bunker and tried to assassinate him. But what a fool the child was, coming to kill him, just a child. Rattigan had his foot on his chest pinning him down, he could hear the crack of his ribs under his Oxfords as he pressed on the whimpering boy. Rattigan took pleasure in torturing the boy before killing him, after the day he had it was nice to do something relaxing, even though what he really needed was a cup of tea and a bubble bath. 

“Quiet,” He said to the boy as his screams grew in volume. He knew that the curse he had used was painful and his foot smashing his ribs was no help. He may as well put the boy out his misery, but torturing him was just too fun. Too bad staying hidden was also just as fun. Pulling out his wand he moved his foot from the boy. “Avada Kedavra!”

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Sitting Pretty In My Brand New Scars // Basil and Rattigan

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This was it; Basil was one step ahead of Rattigan. If he kept his footing, and with the right move, he could end this here and now. He advanced then, as Rattigan backed up, his wand aimed dangerously at the other man. “How quickly you catch on,” he scoffed, his expression dangerously cold and his tone edged with ice. He readied his wand to cast the final curse, but stopped short, his eyes still fixed on Rattigan. The hesitation wasn’t in killing him- no, he had been looking forward to watching the man take his final breath. But there was something else. At lost last, his reign was coming to a close, and Basil couldn’t resist the pride in that. A wicked smirk played at his lips, and he took a few steps closer, until he stood chest to chest with Rattigan. Pressing the tip of his wand to the tyrant’s throat, he regarded him coolly. “I’ve enjoyed our little games, but i’m afraid you’ve just lost,” Drawing back slightly, he took a breath and prepared to cast the killing curse.

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The pressure of the wand against his throat frightened him. Rattigan would lose a battle nobly if he were to lose, he would die in battle, which was far better then dying by the ministry. But Rattigan wasn’t going to die. He was going to live. He felt it through every fiber of his being. Before Basil could cast his spell, Rattigan dugs his knife into his ribs. The move was quick and hard but her knew the boy was done for. At last he had killed the boy who had long given him much trouble at Hogwarts. “Guards, do clean this up when he has finished dying.” He said as a late crew of wizards ran into the bunker. “I feel a need for a bubble bath.”

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Sitting Pretty In My Brand New Scars // Basil and Rattigan

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The first curse was anticipated, and thus Basil deflected it with ease, his posture relaxed. While remaining alert and present, he examined the smallest of Rattigan’s movements, in search of a tell. A visual or audible detail that would serve as his opponents downfall; there must be one, so all that remained was to locate it. 

In the back of his mind, he found himself distantly calculating the probability of his plan going awry. As David tended to suggest, he had thought each step through with care, despite the act proving bothersome and tedious after mere moments. Nevertheless, it had been carefully detailed. That ought to make his guarantee of achieving his endgame more probable, but there still stood the chance that he would slip up. One mistake could cost him everything, truly. If he was to pull this off, it would have to be a flawless performance. At that, he smirked. Safety wasn’t his forte, but perfect performances? That he could manage.

“I came here expecting a fight, not a game,” he chided, before uttering the incantation for a fire-making spell, sending the flames spiraling towards Rattigan. With the hope that it would serve as a distraction, he followed up with another immediate spell, a quiet whisper under his breath. “Expelliarmus.”

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Rattigan saw the fire, but not the spell. To say Rattigan was rusty was an understatement though, he was a skilled man, he just happened to miss this certain spell that now made him defenseless. His heart raced, he could hear it in his ears. In his hands, he could feel his kingdom slipping through his fingers as his wand flew across the room and past the fire. Rattigan was unarmed, but he wasn’t defenseless. He backed up to his throne, moving closer inconspicuously to grab the knife he kept at his throne. “So you think you have won have you?” He asked slipping the handle of the knife into his hand. “You are going to kill me aren’t you Mr. Baker?”

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There’s No Turning Back// Maximus & Rattigan

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Honestly, all of Max’s bravado went out the door when he heard Gwen was already dead. His mouthing off was just for show and to make up for the months of not being able to speak his mind to the horrible headmaster. As Rattigan spoke up again, Max simply glared at him and if looks could kill, the rat would be dead. He hated him even more now that Gwen was gone on his command, but mostly he hated himself. He was the one who let Gwen down. He should have been there to protect the innocent girl. The students up at the castle stood a fighting chance. But Gwen had been vulnerable all along and he hadn’t helped her.

But something Rattigan said pulled him from his thoughts caused his heart to race. Turn on them? What did he mean? He thought, his mind beginning to race just as fast. As Rattigan braced himself to cast the spell, Max studied his face closely. But when his voice rang out clearly casting one of the three unforgivable curses, Max shouted out. “No-” His voice cut out as his mind emptied. Every part of him that had resisted Rattigan and his rule was gone to be replaced hazy satisfaction. The heartbreak over Gwen, the fear over the war, the guilt over leaving Kat, the hesitation over Flynn; everything was gone. His mind was an empty white room full of endless possibilities. But then one phrase began to echo through that room. Kill the rebels. Standing up straight, Max smiled softly as the phrase continued to repeat in his head. Pulling his arms free from the werewolves, Max raised his wand with the strange smile still on his face. “Kill the rebels.” He stated in an even tone, waiting for anymore commands before he set out on his new objective.

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“You know what to do Mr. Kirkland, go back to the castle and kill all of the rebels.” Rattigan smiled nodding to the guards. He was going to win this battle after all it seemed. He watched the boy be taken back up the stairs and released, sent to do his dirty work for him. Maybe he would be a king after all. 

“Allen, fetch me my crown.” He said to a werewolf as he came back down. It was nice feeling so powerful, but it was best to be king. 

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There’s No Turning Back// Maximus & Rattigan

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Max’s eyes widened at Rattigan’s admission, his lips curling into a grimace that barely reflected the anger under the surface. Struggling against the guards, he breathed heavily, his mind racing with all of the possibilities. If what he said was true and Gwen was already dead, then he had failed. He hadn’t kept her safe. So now he was in Rattigan’s clutches with no chance of saving Gwen. There was nothing he could do or say now to bring her back. He hadn’t kept his promise and now he had nothing to fight for.

As the werewolves dragged him up, Max thrashed around, hoping to break free or hurt one of the guards at least. His wand was out of reach and there was no possible way for him to disable the guards holding him back. All he wanted to do was get away from the werewolves so he could get to Rattigan. To inflict some of the pain he was feeling on the grinning evil man in front of him.

As Rattigan pressed his wand against Max’s neck, he glared at him. “I don’t care what your bloody plan is, you prick. Gwen was innocent and you killed her. All the students in that castle are innocent and you’re killing them. And for what? You’re a coward hiding in your underground bunker while other people do your dirty work. You have none of the personality traits it takes to be a good leader. You’re worthless.” Max knew mouthing off with the man’s wand at his throat was a bad move but he didn’t care. Rattigan could do whatever he wanted to Max, he just didn’t care anymore. Be it torture or killing him, Max had accepted Gwen’s vision for weeks now and he wasn’t afraid.

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Rattigan rolled his eyes, the disdain of Max was more annoying than it meant anything to him. Student’s opinions were nothing but those of fools, they were uneducated children. They knew nothing of what it takes to run a school, a city, or a country. “If you are done with your tantrum Mr. Kirkland, we may continue.” He dug his wand deeper into Max, “You know Mr. Kirkland I hadn’t expected you here today. But you are a relatively strong and sensible young man you will see why I must do this.” He smiled wickedly. He didn’t really care if Max saw why he was going to do this, in fact he hoped he wouldn’t a little bit, just for some fun. Max was just a pawn in the larger scheme of things and if he died? Well no skin off his nose. 

“Mr. Kirkland, I understand you have a loyalty to your friends, but you will be... Let’s say... Turning against them.” He pulled back the wand again, taking a few steps back in order to do the spell, Max would be fine if he obeyed, if he didn’t he would personally see he was killed. It was a good thing he would have no choice. “Imperio!”

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Sitting Pretty In My Brand New Scars // Basil and Rattigan

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There was a certain note of surprise to Rattigan’s tone which admittedly brought Basil a sense of pride. Pride could be a distraction, however- a rather deadly one at that, so he promptly tucked the feeling away and returned his focus to the job at hand. There could be potential gloating time later, should everything go according to plan; until then, that could wait.

But oh, was it tempting to play into their usual game of retorts, particularly when his opponent was already using that inane tone. “Evening, Rattigan,” he chided easily, his eyes trained on the single guard which rushed at him. “What an alluring hideaway, you’ve managed to procure,” his tone was as casual as ever, though it was lined with a certain level of malice that wasn’t at all hard to detect. With a flick of his wand, he sent a curse directly into the wall beside the guard, only inches from his face. As expected, his ‘mistake’ caught the figure’s attention, and while his attention was briefly diverted towards that curse, he sent another one, hitting the figure square in the chest. One, two, three more curses, and the guard went down in a crumpled heap, his head knocking against the floor with a sound crack. 

Straightening up, but never dropping his guard, Basil turned to Rattigan, then. With cold eyes- the sort he never let anyone see, he regarded the man before him. “I have to admit, I’m rather…unimpressed, with your security system. With whom should I take up my complaints?”

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“Well when you are busy fighting a war you must make sacrifices.” Rattigan faced Basil his wand out and at the ready, he had faced Basil before. Though those were in class disputes typically verbal of nature but this was different. Rattigan did not have to hold back, Rattigan could kill this pain in his ass if he wanted to. Hell, he hoped every pain in the ass he had this year, was now dead, or at least was soon to be. If not he may have to go and murder them himself once he was king, but what a shame that would be. Blood directly on a kings hands was never good. There was a certain trust people had to have with their kings, that blood would not provide. Of course he wasn’t a king quite yet.

Rattigan knew he would have to act and think faster than him. He would have to become a better Basil than Basil to do so. But Rattigan was not stupid, he was clever, he was quick, though he was older he could compete with Basil. “I am really bored of this gibber gabber though, shall we?” He asked before casting his the first curse in their battle. “Petrificus Totalis” 

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There’s No Turning Back// Maximus & Rattigan

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The second he was out of Kat’s eyesight, Maximus ran. He ran harder than he could ever remember, throwing curses and spells at anyone who stood in his way. He couldn’t afford to be held up any longer when Gwen was in trouble. Deciding the main entrance to the castle was likely to be in chaos, he headed straight to a passageway he knew would take him out to the grounds.

The moment his feet touched the grass, Max took off sprinting towards the tree line of the dense Forbidden Forest. Going off Kat’s offhand mention of the forest, Max hoped he would run into some sign of Rattigan soon. Of course, coming up with a clever plan of attack would be preferred in this situation. But with Gwen’s life on the line, Max didn’t have time for planning. His only goal was to end up in front of Rattigan and find the best way to protect Gwen once he got there.

Luckily he soon spotted some rugged looking werewolves standing in a protective formation that he could only assume were part of Rattigan’s guard. “Rattigan! RATTIGAN!” Max began to shout, the loud volume of his voice attracting the attention of the wolves. As he grew closer to them, he noticed them slip into defensive stances but that didn’t stop him as he sprinted between them and deeper into the forest where other guards were waiting. “I’m guessing he’s this way?” He shouted over his shoulder while casting a couple stunning charms towards them. His aim wasn’t to kill anyone and cause all the guards to ambush him and take him out. Instead he wanted to cause just enough trouble that they would take him to their cowering leader.

Luckily he didn’t have to wait long before a few guards circled him and moved in to take him down as he began to cast stunning charms and curses at random hoping to hit all of the enemies he could before it was too late. As they knocked him down to the ground and began to drag him deeper into the forest, it took all of his control to keep the satisfied smirk off his face.

Then he was deposited at Rattigan’s feet and he heard the familiar yet sickeningly charming voice speak up. The voice he had grown to hate. “Don’t act as if this is a pleasant meeting, you Rat.” Max spat out at him. “I know you have Gwen. Where is she?”

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“Gwen?” He asked puzzled for a moment. Of course he knew who Gwen was, the cheeky girl he had left Adam to kill. She was long gone by now of course, she would never know of her late rescue party. “Ah, Miss Henry, of course.” He smiled twirling his wand in his hand. “Funny, you are a little late. If Adam had his way then he had an afternoon snack with her a couple hours ago.” He smiled wickedly pacing the young boy tapping his wand agains his opposite hand. Patients, he must have patients, this boy was perfect though for the plan brewing in Rattigan’s mind, well built, strong, and surely capable of harm if need be. 

Nodding to his guards they picked Max back up, Rattigan watched him struggle. It amused him how he thought he could win against three werewolves. Such a fool. They all were, fools and children. Once restrained Rattigan stepped closer his wand to Max’s throat, smiling at him wickedly. Oh how this boy will wish he would have just died. “But you on the other hand, I have a different plan for you.”

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Everybody Wants to Rule the World // Gwen & Rattigan

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<p>A gasp fell from her lips as she was suddenly unable to move her body. Great. Now she was tied to a chair AND unable to move. ‘You’re really doing a great job of being like your friends, Gwen.’ She thought, chastising herself. “I guess I have the time to listen…” She mumbled before he began his sales pitch. It wasn’t something she would ever choose to do. She would never betray her friends. “I-I’m guessing the other option is you’ll kill me.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. Gwen knew it was coming, she’d seen it and she was prepared. However, she couldn’t bring herself to tell him he would need to kill her because she would never join him. </p><p>What if she said she would if he spared her friends? It was a stupid thought. Rattigan wasn’t exactly a man of his word.

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“Correct, such a bright girl. But using your gift for such, selfish selfish reasons.” He paced slyly. He knew she would have to choose him. Who would waste their life when they had so much potential, such a future, such a bright gift? Of course he knew she was a dull dull girl. Who was to tell what she did next? The answer was her of course. “The choice is yours Miss Henry, you can either succumb to my pressence and continue to live your life happily, or you may choose a path in which... Well... Let us admit may be a little painful if I have any say in the matter.” 

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Sitting Pretty In My Brand New Scars // Basil and Rattigan

Fate is an illogical concept- of that, Basil Baker has always been certain. But as he walked through the shadows of Hogsmeade, a sense of purpose and severity in every step, he couldn’t shake the idea that it all felt so…destined. He wanted to slap himself for allowing the thought to pass through his mind, truly. Destiny, something which was so obviously conjured for the small minded, did not- no, could not, play a role in any of this. This was simple; he was on his way to Rattigan’s hideaway, where he would finally, for the sake of ending this bloody battle, find the means to an end.

Following the information he had pieced together, Basil spotted the entrance at the edge of town, a block from where he stood. A single guard stood, crouched where they supposedly must have guessed they wouldn’t be seen, a few feet from the door. He was easy enough- one curse sent in their direction to petrify them, allowing Basil to hurry past the figure and into the underground entrance. 

As expected, there were scattered guards throughout the hideaway. A few were tucked into corners, others standing at various access points- only a handful in total, though. Manageable. Absently rubbing the tape which wrapped his knuckles, Basil thought of David, and his constant fretting, and couldn’t resist a small smirk. Perhaps this would minimize the damage, should it come to that.

And with that, he gripped his wand and held it at the ready, and moved through the dark hallway. The first few guards were somewhat oblivious, knocked unconscious with curses before they could reciprocate with their own attacks. Unfortunately, the next few were less lucky. Curses flew, but Basil was quick with his wand, deflecting and redirecting spells to his benefit. And when he was much too close to bother using magic, he focused on keeping on his toes, ducking and swinging for all that he was worth. 

When he finally reached the end of the hallway, the floor littered with unconscious bodies and his knuckles throbbing dully, he was breathing heavily. And with a shove, the door in front of him was open.

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Rattigan heard nothing, he had been humming to the sound of classical records a muggle student his first year teaching had given him and barely paid note to the sound of his falling men outside. The music was an excellent distraction, it cleared his minds for the losing battle he knew he was facing. He did not admit that though, not quite ye. If there was a chance he would take it, he would burn every bridge, guard every exit, this would be his kingdom. He even had the crown on top of his head specially made for his triumph. He loved wearing it, it gave him such a power trip.

The door slamming open though, that was a clear sign that it was not his guards, nor was it Adam. Glancing to the single guard left with him inside he gestured. “We are being infiltrated you blubbering fool, attack!”

Turning off his music Rattigan quickly stood from his thrown, leaving the crown behind him. No one but his army saw him wearing such a thing, at least not until his win was official. Grabbing his wand he stood at the ready for what was to come next, expecting an army of men. You could say he was pleasantly surprised though when Basil came bounding down the stairs. “Lovely to see you again, Mr. Baker.”

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There’s No Turning Back// Maximus & Rattigan

He had heard his guards from outside attempting to restrain what sounded like another man but he thought nothing of it. His security was intact, more or less, yet dwindling as the days went on and those who needed to went out to fight at the front lines. Rattigan was safe though, or at least he assumed he was, some of the few people that knew where he was were either loyal to the end like Adam, or they were dead, like some of the bodies now scattered or burned around town. He had heard from his guards that things were in ruins back at hogwarts but that was what he expected, you can’t build a kingdom without trashing a few castles in the process.

Rattigan heard the footsteps coming down the stairs, it would be lovely to have another visitor. The walls seemed to be growing in down in the bunker, and his facial hair was beginning to look more like a wild beast than a well groomed king. “Ah,” He smiled to the boy who was dragged in by three guards. “Mr. Kirkland, nice to see you again. What can I do for you?”

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Let’s Talk || Roxanne & Rattigan

Roxanne had been checking everywhere for the Rat. When she finally saw Adam, and decided to follow him sneaking out of the castle. He didn’t even notice her following him to Hogsmead. She was lead to some underground Batcave hideout or whatever. And there he was, just sitting in there like all was alright with the world. And that just fueled her anger. She wasn’t exactly sure why she had always had so much anger for him, even before everything went to shit. But she did. Maybe it was because she had known all along that he was destroying her peaceful place, her real home. Maybe it was jut because she had never hated anyone before so all of it just came out at once. It might possibly be even a bit of both. Either way, she just hated him a lot. 

“Hey asshole, nice to see that you’re enjoying yourself in here.” She said as she slowly began to approach him. Roxanne had a lot of things that she wanted to say to him, and she wasn’t sure if she’d get the chance. But she sure as hell hoped she did. 

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“Ah, Miss Sydney, Lovely to see you. Tea?” He asked fixing himself a cup casually in his chair that resembled a throne. He loved sitting here, feeling so powerful with his afternoon cup of tea. “Have a seat if you’d like, though I get the feeling you are not here to chat... Or to join my side for that matter.” Rattigan set down his tea, picking up his wand and twirling it in his hand. She was a child, a small child. Uneducated, and pathetic. Thinking she could come alone and face him, a king, a god among men? That was like a fantasy. The guards around the room watched Rattigan for the cue to attack but he gave a slight shake of the head, if she were to die he would be the one to do it. He would be the one to kill her, he hadn’t felt that kind of power in so long, usually letting others kill for him. But he wanted to do this one himself, she was just a child after all it would be quite simple. “I presume you do not wish to talk much either, correct Miss Sydney?”

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Everybody Wants to Rule the World // Gwen & Rattigan

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Just the sound of his voice was enough to to send shivers down her spine. Gwen watched as the guards were called off and sent back to, what she assumed was, their respective places her small frame trembling slightly. She wanted to be brave and strong like Collette, Jim, Ellen or Max - like any of her friends, she wanted to show him that she wasn’t afraid of him and she wouldn’t be bullied by him. That’s all he was, a nasty bully. “I… I can’t say my s-s-sentiments are the same, Headmaster.” She squeaked, failing to be like her friends at all. The more he spoke, the sicker she felt.

Gwen knew what he wanted from her, it was probably similar to what Doris had wanted. The memory of that experience caused her stomach to churn even more. The imperius curse was not an experience she wanted to try again any time soon. “I’m sorry, I got a b-better offer.” It was hard to be sassy and brave when you were so terrified. “I was taught n-never to go back on m-my word, so if you’ll excuse m-me.”

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“I do not think you will.” He said holding up his wand, “Immobulus.” He casted the spell so casually and with accuracy. Once she was rendered immobile he began pacing again. “You know Miss Henry, I have been keeping my eye on you, but you see... As time got away from us I did not get a chance to use what persuasion I had before.” He stared her directly in the eyes, no emotion on his face. He was ruthless, a dictator, a king, a god. He could have this little bird singing in no time, or perhaps he would have to slaughter her for her lack of cooperation. 

“I have a proposition for you, and I would take this offer if I were you. You have the opportunity to join my side, we have a... New Position per se... for you over here on my side. You will become a loyal member of my army, all the benefits and amenities of living and such, but of course, we would need to use your services... Or of course there is another option.” He moved closer, his face nearing hers, his hands behind his back, staring at her with cold dead eyes. “Do you know what that other option is Miss Henry?”