Post by Caira LaPointe on Nov 18, 2008 17:37:37 GMT -5
It was quite distressing really.
The news of a disappearing student was not exactly what Caira La Pointe would call "good press" and as far as she was concerned, things have spun quickly out of control over the last year. Cover-up after cover-up was necessary as the stronghold over her school tightened its grip, threatening the lives of every innocent bystander. Such a small price to pay for a cozy seat at the winner's table at the end of this archaic war.
Caira La Pointe had just finished writing a letter. She had paced back and forth in front of her intricately carved fireplace while a bewitched quill scribbled fervently the words that flew from her lips with grace. "Dear Mum and Dad....No, he has a step-father...whats-his-name...Ahh, Hewlett." She mused as she had begun the letter. "Dear Mum and Hewlett, Things are going well here at school. My grades have improved since my re-admittance, and I'm looking forward to the next Quidditch season. The reason for this letter is to notify you that a great opportunity has arisen in my favor. Hogwarts is offering a small class that does some traveling abroad and I have been selected as one of the lucky few. I will be away for quite some time, and I won’t be able to keep up with my correspondences, so please don’t worry a bit. Several teachers and staff will be accompanying us. I have sent along with this letter a basket of delicious treats that the house elves have whipped up for me, please enjoy, and I shall write you both when I return back to school. Love, Alessandro.” When she had finished , a satisfied smile graced her lips as she walked over to her desk, holding up the letter. She frowned as she mentally remarked on how unlike her bewitched quill‘s writing was from Alessandro‘s. It wasn‘t difficult to procure a piece of homework parchment, preferably something of an essay he had written for Transfiguration. With that in tow, she pulled out her wand, setting the two pieces of parchment right next to each other. With a series of taps and mystical mutterings, the magical forgery she was attempting was now a complete success. She now held two pieces of parchment that looked like they were both written by Alessandro Darko.
She folded up her beautiful forgery and sealed it within an envelope, omitting her own designated seal, and using a generic wax imprint, she closed the envelope. Carefully placing the letter amongst the bountiful distribution of Hogwarts sweets that she had the house elves concoct for her, she summoned one of her more personal house elves, Garamsythe. ”Madame LaPointe?” He croaked after he apparated into view. ”Please take this to the owlery and have it sent to Alessandro Darko’s parents. It’s a care package, and a personal letter from me detailing my sorrow for their loss. We really are doing whatever we can to find the boy, all hope is not lost.” She said with a hopeful smile, her deep honey-brown eyes gleaming at him. Garamsythe nodded to her as acquiesced by wobbling over to the rather large basket, in comparison to his own size, and reached up to grab a side of the basket. ”Shall I wrap this all in brown paper and cord?” He asked in a low, raspy voice of age. She merely nodded to him and watched as he snapped his fingers, himself and the basket disapparating before her very eyes.
She let her façade drop and her expression became a bit colder and impartial to the situation at hand. Alessandro Darko had gone missing overnight. Not one soul could explain what had exactly had happened to the fifth year Ravenclaw. She may have been born in the day, but she was most certainly not born yesterday and suspected that there was definitely some “foul” play afoot. Yes, the light fighters most definitely had something to do with this. She could only surmise what the boy may be doing, perhaps ran off in the night to undergo some sort of light fighter training, or perhaps there was something bigger underway. Regardless of what it was that he was doing, or where he went, she did not feel great about having a potential light-fighter out of her sights, and doing god knows what. With a very unpleasant scowl on her face, she tore her gaze from the gentle fire flickering in her fireplace, and whipped her body around, sending her emerald green robes fluttering in the wind behind her as she exited her office.
There was an announcement to make.
The news of a disappearing student was not exactly what Caira La Pointe would call "good press" and as far as she was concerned, things have spun quickly out of control over the last year. Cover-up after cover-up was necessary as the stronghold over her school tightened its grip, threatening the lives of every innocent bystander. Such a small price to pay for a cozy seat at the winner's table at the end of this archaic war.
Caira La Pointe had just finished writing a letter. She had paced back and forth in front of her intricately carved fireplace while a bewitched quill scribbled fervently the words that flew from her lips with grace. "Dear Mum and Dad....No, he has a step-father...whats-his-name...Ahh, Hewlett." She mused as she had begun the letter. "Dear Mum and Hewlett, Things are going well here at school. My grades have improved since my re-admittance, and I'm looking forward to the next Quidditch season. The reason for this letter is to notify you that a great opportunity has arisen in my favor. Hogwarts is offering a small class that does some traveling abroad and I have been selected as one of the lucky few. I will be away for quite some time, and I won’t be able to keep up with my correspondences, so please don’t worry a bit. Several teachers and staff will be accompanying us. I have sent along with this letter a basket of delicious treats that the house elves have whipped up for me, please enjoy, and I shall write you both when I return back to school. Love, Alessandro.” When she had finished , a satisfied smile graced her lips as she walked over to her desk, holding up the letter. She frowned as she mentally remarked on how unlike her bewitched quill‘s writing was from Alessandro‘s. It wasn‘t difficult to procure a piece of homework parchment, preferably something of an essay he had written for Transfiguration. With that in tow, she pulled out her wand, setting the two pieces of parchment right next to each other. With a series of taps and mystical mutterings, the magical forgery she was attempting was now a complete success. She now held two pieces of parchment that looked like they were both written by Alessandro Darko.
She folded up her beautiful forgery and sealed it within an envelope, omitting her own designated seal, and using a generic wax imprint, she closed the envelope. Carefully placing the letter amongst the bountiful distribution of Hogwarts sweets that she had the house elves concoct for her, she summoned one of her more personal house elves, Garamsythe. ”Madame LaPointe?” He croaked after he apparated into view. ”Please take this to the owlery and have it sent to Alessandro Darko’s parents. It’s a care package, and a personal letter from me detailing my sorrow for their loss. We really are doing whatever we can to find the boy, all hope is not lost.” She said with a hopeful smile, her deep honey-brown eyes gleaming at him. Garamsythe nodded to her as acquiesced by wobbling over to the rather large basket, in comparison to his own size, and reached up to grab a side of the basket. ”Shall I wrap this all in brown paper and cord?” He asked in a low, raspy voice of age. She merely nodded to him and watched as he snapped his fingers, himself and the basket disapparating before her very eyes.
She let her façade drop and her expression became a bit colder and impartial to the situation at hand. Alessandro Darko had gone missing overnight. Not one soul could explain what had exactly had happened to the fifth year Ravenclaw. She may have been born in the day, but she was most certainly not born yesterday and suspected that there was definitely some “foul” play afoot. Yes, the light fighters most definitely had something to do with this. She could only surmise what the boy may be doing, perhaps ran off in the night to undergo some sort of light fighter training, or perhaps there was something bigger underway. Regardless of what it was that he was doing, or where he went, she did not feel great about having a potential light-fighter out of her sights, and doing god knows what. With a very unpleasant scowl on her face, she tore her gaze from the gentle fire flickering in her fireplace, and whipped her body around, sending her emerald green robes fluttering in the wind behind her as she exited her office.
There was an announcement to make.
