Hogwarts Graduation Ceremony

Thaor watched as many people entered the hall. He sat in solitude, until he saw Narcissa Malfoy walk in, he watched her walk up to a witch that Thaor dind't recognize. It seemed as though they knew eachother quite well.

Thaor decided to indulge in his favorite hobby, using leglimency. He looked into the witches mind, and was only able to get two things from it, this witch, was not in-fact, a witch, it was Ne'Os, and he planned on becoming head death eater.

Thaor walked up to the pair. Most intriguing. Thaor said quietly. It is nice to see you after such a long time. Thaor added, so no one walking by would suspect anything.

<OOC, Cyrus Skeeter writes for the Quibler>

Ne'Os noticed a human he suspected he was a death eater but wasnt sure he didnt remember this one frm his time as head before the fall of Voldemort. He waited for Narcissa to respond before he did. Just to amplify his disguize a bit he gave off a small giggle that only magic could help the vampire give off.

He limped in through the Teacher's Entrance. No matter, he was going to use that exact entrance very soon. He looked at the lot and frowned. How many of them were there? Has he gotten old or have there been less people when he was here before? He was looking for someone familiar, someone he knew. And he found, not one, but two of them. He limped behind them. ''You, Wilson, seem to be the same miserable lot you have always been and you, McCoy, seem to be the same optimistic Uncle Sam you were 20 years ago. Nice to see you both'', he said sitting down.

Wilson and McCoy were surprised to see him, a man whom they liked and respected, but who was very hard to get along with. ''I presume we shall find out the reason of your attendance here?'', Wilson asked smiling at him. ''Probably because he was bored, as usual'', McCoy added in a friendly tone.

''Oh, do not worry. My time will come. Now, who is the miserable fool in charge of the School?'', he asked, using Sonorus, meaning the whole Hall could hear him.

After snapping a few pictures of the girls for the feature he took his leave, checking over them as he walked. The Quick-Quotes Quill was scribbling away beside him, taking in whatever people were saying and not missing a thing. He edited a few of the pictures right there on the camera and was pretty pleased with his work and couldn’t wait to put them in the Newspaper. He wasn’t exactly watching where he was going, he usually left that up to the Quill that would usually warn him if he was going to walk into a lamppost or something akin to that but the stupid quill seemed to be immersed in the idle gossip of Wizarding youths and bickering educators. Thus, Cyrus walked into someone.

His camera slipped from his hands but he managed to catch it again, holding it precariously by the screw on lens. Cy exhaled in relief before putting the camera in his camera bag, ready for access whenever he needed it. He took his hat off and fanned himself with it. His hair was sticking to the back of his neck due to the heat of the room but he freed it up easily enough. “Shit,” Cy said finally after doing up the buckle of the camera bag. “I am so...” He looked up at that point and realised exactly who he’d walked into. “...Sorry.” he finished lamely before asking, “What the bloody hell are you doing here Rhea?” he asked tactlessly.

Then Cyrus walked into her. God, she had forgotten how much the five years that separated them made him look so young. He was handsome, no dought, but Rhea did not see this as she looked at her ex-husband. She saw all of the fights and really really stupid disagreements. All she saw were the bad times that they had had. And there were a lot of those. "I'm interviewing to teach" Rhea said coldly. "And I came in to join in the fun". It was true that Rhea had never been able to resist a good party. "And I suppose that you are here to take pictures again." Rhea had always been ageist Cyrus's work, even though there was no dought that he was amazing at it. It seemed that his job was to be noisy and get into other people's business. And that was one of his (and hers too) that had brought about their divorce in the first place.

The Great Hall was beginning to fill up now but there weren’t as many familiar Death Eaters hanging around as she had thought there were be. She watched the educators bicker at their own separate table and felt a motherly urge to bang their heads together like she would have done if her grandchildren were bickering. Narcissa couldn’t resist a dip into Ne’Os’s mind when he let his shields drop for a moment. He had honourable (well, as honourable as a usurper could get) intentions but Narcissa wasn’t sure how the Death Eaters would take it. Well...the other Death Eaters that is. “Don’t mind Majere,” Narcissa said wryly with a small smile. “He likes to put on a show and thus we shall wait.” She then added, “But I’m impatient so we may have to ferry him along in a moment or two.” She glanced at Ne’Os and wondered idly why, of all disguises, he chose to be a woman.

Narcissa was about to go in search for a drink when a paper-aeroplane reached her hands. She grasped it and opened it up. She read the neat script a few times and looked up. She quickly located James but made no move to sit with him and the ...others at that point. Instead she folded the paper up and slipped it into the pocket of her robes. Another person made themselves known and Narcissa picked up the sulky, broody Death Eater tendencies right away. “Oh yes,” she enthused, not skipping a beat. “Your name seems to have slipped my mind. Care to indulge me?” she smiled idly and gestured a graceful hand towards Ne’Os. “I presume you know ...” Narcissa’s mind went blank for a few seconds before quickly finishing her sentence. “...Natalie.” She inwardly cringed and promised to apologise to Ne’Os later. The only consolation was that it began with an ‘N’ so points for being ...whatever. She raised an eyebrow at the giggle that past ‘Natalie’s’ lips and smirked, barely holding back laughter. In a minute, Azkaban escapees would walk through the door masquerading as Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall. This was all becoming quickly ridiculous.

''I use that tone with everyone, Vincent, and you know that. Let us not act like Harlequins.'', he replied, greeting Doyle, observing his daring more. With his other eye, he looked at Narcissa put the note in her robe, raising an eyebrow. That was... unusual.

Mentally groaning, Cyrus swatted the quill away. He didn’t want it documenting their conversation. He didn’t actually want to remind himself of it later ...it would be painful enough the first time around. Rhea was still as beautiful as ever which really rubbed Cy the wrong way. Although, he could hardly expect her to turn into a Muggle interpretation of a witch; warts and all. That was just cruel. He could still hear the screaming in his mind and fought for a few seconds to block it all out from him mind. He ran a hand through his hair and fluffed it a little before putting his hat back on his head. He defensively put his hand to his camera bag and pouted a little. “Of course.” He replied curtly. He pinched the bridge of his nose – this was all far too awkward for his liking. “I hope you get your desired position.” He added awkwardly. “You’ll be great... You were always great with kids....even if they need a good whack after third year.” He laughed a little and idly tapped his fingers against his camera bag. “Sooo...how’ve you been?”

Ne'Os rolled his eyes at the name "drop it he already knows i felt his mental signature in my mind when my defences slipped" said the annoyingly female voice "I wished i had gone with one of my usuale disguizes though i feared that some of my more reacent...events would have compromised that one" he said and then noticing Narssica hideing the note "Oh who was that from? a admirer?" he asked glancing at James who he had noticed the note come from.

With the Dent siblings flanking each side of him, Elijah had nowhere to run and Jen’s firm grip of his shoulder enforced this. Eli looked at Jen and saw his mother. They’d tied up his parents and left them in a closet in Berlin somewhere. They’d then decided to use Polyjuice to look get in. Rob had even fixed up an antidote so they could reveal themselves at the right time. Clearly something big was going to happen. So of course, beside him were Viktor and Anastasiya Krum and beneath the facade...two escapees.

“So why are you bringing your parents again, love?” Jen cooed in his ear, squeezing his shoulder uncomfortably. Elijah swallowed hard and moved his shoulders uncomfortably. Jen released him and pressed a kiss to his temple in apology before nudging the boy. “Answer me Eli.” She whispered in his ear. Elijah tensed and glanced up at Rob who was looking straight ahead.
“I wanted to draw the Minister...and mum likes these sort of things...” He mumbled, his voice shaking a bit. He rubbed his hands on the jeans Jen had made him wear and glanced up again at Rob. This time Rob and Jen were looking at each other, communicating something. The two mirrored smirks and Eli shuddered. How this had happened he didn’t even know. They hadn’t been out of Azkaban long, he knew that much. “I wanted to draw the Minister” He mumbled.
“What was that, love?” Jen asked, looking at him. Eli shrugged and she nodded before beginning to fiddle with one of the toggles on the fur coat she’d stolen from his mother’s temporary wardrobe.

The trio walked into the Great Hall and Jen shrugged the coat off. Rob took it from her and draped it over his arm. He motioned for Eli to remove his own coat and Eli did so with some hesitance. He moved to follow Jen who had wandered off but Rob grabbed his forearm and hauled him back. Eli winced and tried to wriggle out of his tight grip but Rob held him firmly. “Muck this up boy and it’ll be Fauve’s head on the chopping block.” He hissed. Eli paled visibly and Rob smiled before pressing a glass of wine into the teen’s hands. “I’m bluffing but Jen’s not. Muck it up and you won’t see that little girl for the rest of your life. Or ... she won’t see you. It depends.” He dropped the coats into Eli’s arms and wandered off to tend to his ‘wife’. Eli fell back into a chair, his mouth agape. He blinked a few times before abandoning the coats, picking up the wine and following his ‘parent’s’.

Rob caught him by the scruff of the neck so Eli didn’t run past them and he pulled Eli against his side. Eli blinked a few times and found himself in front of Khaat, the Minister and his daughter. Jen smiled charmingly and Rob wrapped an arm idly around her waist. It was all so wrong. So, so wrong. “Ro-Father...” Eli whispered. Rob looked down at him and raised an eyebrow. Eli swallowed. “Is Fauve okay?” Rob nodded and Eli visibly relaxed.
“Ah! Mrs. Dent!” Jen said, her voice mocking. Eli pinched the bridge of his nose and looked up at Rob whose eyes were fixed firmly on the table decoration. “It is so wonderful to meet you. I am Anastasiya Krum. I am sure you know my husband, Viktor, and of course my darling Elijah.” Rob grabbed the scruff of Eli’s neck and pushed him towards Jen. It was a subtle movement completely unnoticed. Jen placed a hand on Eli’s head and smiled. “He’s my pride and joy. It’s such a shame we couldn’t bring his little one but she’s a heavy sleeper. Where is your husband?” Jen asked, pretending to look around.

Elijah scoffed mentally and felt Jen’s fingers begin to leaf through his hair. He bit the inside his cheek to stop himself from saying anything and he felt Jen pulled on a strand of his hair. Instead of talking to the Minister, Elijah looked u at his mother. “Where is Fauve, mother? You didn’t say where she was.” Eli said pointedly. Jen looked at him and smiled innocently.
“Why, in her bedroom of course.” She turned back to Khaat, taking the wine from Eli as she did so. “He asks some silly questions. May we sit?”