Our Kingdom Awaits

Damien merely nodded at his sister's words. He had been told the same for too long. His mother, and then his sister, and when he reads the books explaining the laws of the Ministry. He could not wait for graduation and entrance into the Ministry. He alone could effect some necessary change to some of the ridiculous laws, he felt sure about it. Fifteen was too young an age to be. It was a contradiction though. Too many times, Damien wanted to be treated like a baby. He wanted someone to pay attention to him, to love him, to treat him like a mother would. Perhaps that was why Pricilla left him. Who could stand mothering their partner? Times like these, however, Damien wanted to be an adult. He wanted to change the world to suit his preferences, and he thought that only grown-ups can possess such powers.

Damien was not surprised when he heard Alexis mutter that she knew about his aspiration to join the ranks of the Death Eaters. It was one of the many stereotypical choices of a Slytherin, and Damien knew it, but he saw nothing wrong in taking that same path. It made Slytherins special, he thought. Damien waited for some reproach, expecting that his Ravenclaw sister would not agree with his views. Oddly, she did not seem to mind them. Damien could not help but feel a sort of relief. At least he could be spared of possible naggings and preachings, something which his mother had began to give him.

At Alexis' answer about dark spells, Damien grinned. "Xisssy, of course I know them! That's another rule that should be change, you know, from the Ministry. Well, perhaps just one Unforgivable - Avada Kedavra. The other two sounds so fun. Pity I can't try it on anyone. But, no, sis. I was wondering if you knew others. Ah, well. " He figured that his sister probably knew the Hogwarts curriculum really well, being a Ravenclaw. He would resort to others for the naughty spells, perhaps. Damien had his eyes set on Athena Goyle. He knew she knew a lot more than a common Slytherin, let alone a common Hogwarts student. With a hopeful look, Damien smiled at his sister, not sharing what he thought though.

Alexis looked down and sighed. "They are not fun." she said softly. "I know they aren't." she added. She had suffered through one of those spells before. Crucio was the one that was used on her. She doesn't remember much from it, just feeling like she was being atabbed by a million knifes and then she blacked out. She shivered slightly at the memory and shook her head. She didn't want those memories playing in her mind again. They were very painful, and she wouldn't wish it on anyone, not even on her worse enemy.

When Damien said he wondered if she knew other dark spells, she bit her lower lip. She obviously knew curses. There were even some she knew that she would never use. But she debated whether or not to tell Damien about them. She didn't want him to hurt anyone, but this might put a gap in their relationship, and she didn't want that either. She chewed on the inside of her lip, and thought about what she would do. Should she tell him?

Then the same thought she had before came back into her mind. Should she tell Damien about her involvement with the Death Eaters? It might surprise him to know that his innocent Ravenclaw sister, has already become involved with those whom he wants to join when he is old enough. This made her bite down on the inside of her lip hard enough to draw some blood. But she continued to think about what she should do. If telling him would be the right thing to do.

"You ... know?" Damien stared at his sister, a little puzzled. "When you say you know, do you mean that you've used them before ... or that someone has used them on you before?" Somehow, it seemed as if Alexis knew what she was talking about. However, she did not look very happy at that knowledge. Damien had never really paid attention to his sister and her life, merely letting her tell him about hers, and contented with whatever he was told. He never made the extra effort to learn more.

And then there was a prolonged silence. It was as if Alexis was somewhere else, in her head. Damien sat looking at her, feeling a little awkward despite the earlier affections shared. She seemed to be hiding matters from him. This family certainly has its secrets. He knew that father was hiding a lot from him too. It was as if, Damien thought, Lorcan thought that his son was too fragile to learn these secrets. It annoyed the boy that he was kept in the dark about something, but it was not as if he could demand anyway.

Damien ran his fingers through his hair, which unlike times when he is out, is in a mess. "Hey," he muttered softly, as if wanting to break through the silence.