all your reasons (laurel) Sept 2, 2013 5:58:34 GMT
Post by damien vincent nott on Sept 2, 2013 5:58:34 GMT
There was a lot to think about. At least for Damien. His father was the new leader of the Death Eaters, which were slowly coming back. They'd started with a bang. Ronald Weasley, friend of the famous Harry Potter, had been killed in one of their attacks. And had Theodore Nott thought even once how it might affect his son? Of course not. What Damien's father was thinking, Damien was sure he would never understand. They all knew that Pureblooded wizards were better than half-bloods and muggles. Why did they have to go and rile everyone up about it? And now Damien was being pressured into joining them. That was only to be expected, he assumed. He was the son of the new leader and he'd be first on the list of seventh year Slytherins to recruit. The trouble was, Damien just didn't think he wanted to walk down that road. He knew how it had worked out the last time. All he wanted was a good job at the Ministry and a pureblood wife to keep his line alive. That was all he really needed. Now his father was messing that up.
The Astronomy Tower was a great place to think. It opened up to the sky so he could see all of the stars. He would frequently sneak up here when he needed to think about more than how to start an essay. Actually, Damien didn't need to spend a lot of time on homework. He was a very smart kid and read a lot anyway. He didn't particularly care that several of the students in his house thought that made him more like a Ravenclaw. He insisted that it was better than waiting until the last minute and stressing over the possible result. So he had nothing more to do than to ponder what road his life might take in the next year.
Damien was comfortable. The sky was clear and the stars were bright. He had brought a blanket up to the tower with him and was lying on his back on top of it, hands behind his head. If he hadn't had to think about his father's decisions, he would have been completely relaxed. As it was, his mind was racing. He only had the rest of the year to decide what he was going to do. “That's not much time...” he whispered to himself, thinking out loud.