#nextgenstart

[silasgoyle-blog]

Polyjuice potion never tasted good. Maybe it was the hair, maybe it was the leeches. Maybe it was the taste of something sinister about to happen. But as he downed it to the last drop, Silas didn't even gag. Not only had he drunk much worse in his time, but he was giddy with his plan. As a man who wasn't much of a thinker, this idea was brilliant. He would go from hostage to hostage disguised as someone they cared about, and his fellow death eaters would beat him around a bit to make a point. After all, their opponents were disgustingly selfless. 

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In his new disguise, complete with new clothes and tightly tied wrists, Silas strolled into one of the holding rooms. Well, he didn't stroll exactly. He was more shoved roughly into a corner and firmly pushed into a sitting position. It took all his control not to go apeshit on his partner, but instead he just looked pleadingly at his target and whispered, "Hi."

[lanceahns-blog1]

               Barbara, Scobie, Annette. Whoever the death eater was, he was vicious and cruel and he wasn’t going to S T O P hurting Lance’s friends. He wiped an involuntary tear on his shoulder from listening to their blood curdling screams, eyes flickering around the room. The one currently torturing Annette had broken from the ranks, and seemed to be the only one taking liberties with the hostages thus far. ( HIS FIRST MISTAKE. ) In a flash, relying on mostly the strength in his legs as his arms were tied, the boy had propelled himself to a stand, and then, HE CHARGED. And then, he kicked. “ DON’T MESS WITH MANZ’ FAM, PAGAN!!” ( That had been his second mistake. ) 

[lucywcasley-blog]

      “PLEASE, just let me go,” Lucy begged, fruitlessly trying to wipe away her tears. “I’ve told you, like, TEN THOUSAND TIMES that I don’t know anything. God, this is the exact reason why I never joined Dumbledore’s Army --- I don’t want anything to do with this.”

[iscdora-blog]

This was a test of loyalty, one thing that she had never known about. No one was loyal - at least, not to her. Her parents - if they could even be called that - were n e v e r there. A deal was made and Isadora was forced to participate ; become a death eater and we won’t marry you off. become a death eater and you will get your freedom. She just never imagined freedom tasting so BITTER. Because damn it, her mask was itchy and it didn’t seem worth it anymore. “LISTEN TO ME. I don’t want to hurt you, but we need answers. The sooner you give them, the sooner you’ll be let go. I promise.” But, well, Isadora had always been shitty with promises.

[dorianshacklebclt-blog]

Dorian was LIVID. His father's death was a blow he hadn't even begun to process, let alone recover from, and now for student members of the organization that killed him to turn against their peers and keep them  h o s t a g e? His blood boiled, and he lashed out at the nearest masked figure, "Xenophobic pieces of shit! You talk about how much better you are at magic than the rest of us-----give me my fucking wand back and I'll show you what a fucking halfblood can do----better yet, just untie me and I'll DESTROY you the muggle way. Kidnapping a bunch of kids," He head jerked sideways to gesture to the younger students, "Not fucking surprising for a group that takes their orders from a  C O W A R D  who goes after babies in their cribs. Pathetic. You're all pathetic!"

[rowanollivandcr-blog]

The ropes burned at her hands; whoever had tied her up lacked the delicate touch that her uncle had always said was so important to their business; Rowan sniffled and glanced around the room, thankful that she had yet to catch anyone's attention. Maybe it would stay that way----she didn't see why it wouldn't; she didn't KNOW anything. "What kind of information could they possibly think a bunch of kids have?" She mumbled under her breath; not meaning to be overheard, and yet she was.

[isaiahtravcrrs-blog]

It wasn't his idea of a good time by any means, and for every one of his peers that felt the same Isaiah was disturbed to see another that was actually excited at the thought of this little test----the idea of having to prove his loyalty rankled; or maybe it was the idea of owing anyone other than his family his loyalty at all. He was the only Travers here tonight wearing a mask, he knew; having already made what flimsy excuses he could for his siblings (traditional purebloods still embraced misogyny just enough that his words about his sister's delicate sensibilies were easily enough to believe----Ruben was another matter entirely) and so he had to succeed----he had to IMPRESS----tonight, not only for himself but for his family. All of this while keeping an eye on Bron and Ruben----and Adele----would not be easy. His voice was smooth, showing none of the strain he was currently under as he spoke to the person before him, "This doesn't have to be painful-----now, what can you tell me about Dumbledore's Army, or the Order of the Phoenix---as they are now; I don't need a history lesson."

[viviennebulstrode-blog]

“It’s hard to listen to you with a straight face.”