Post by timotei on Jun 16, 2009 1:05:07 GMT -8
Monday, October 4, 2010
Don't open your eyes; you won't like what you see
The devils of truth steal the souls of the free
- NIN
Not desiring a lot of attention, Timotei had arrived within the gates of Hogwarts by a thestral-driven carriage at five thirty in the morning. The sky had still been fairly dark, but tinges of grays changing to pinks had begun to make themselves manifest. He silently lit his wand with Lumos, looking around as he made his way up to the impressive doorway of Hogwarts' castle. His absence had likely neither been missed nor noticed at the breakfast table. At least, he'd hoped. He'd been too wrapped up in setting up his classroom with the various necessities to notice that it was past breakfast until it was nearly noon. Luckily, he'd been nearly done at that point and had quickly finished, trying to make his way back to the professor's commons to put his trunks where he'd be sleeping without having to pull out the directions he'd written out to himself, and after a couple of wrong turns, he made it there, depositing his things and going on down the hall to the foyer and then to the Great Hall where he found a seat near the end of the professors' table.
He felt like an outcast. The students seemed to either ignore him or stare him down like he was some zoo exhibit. It made him feel a little overwhelmed. It was lunchtime, and he'd imagine this was nearly every single student in the school before him. Classes had been requested to be canceled and rescheduled if held at noon, so it should be. They were loud, rambunctious, and they were...well, he didn't know what they were. Children, obviously, but he'd never had to deal with them, and they were kind of scary. Honestly, his brother owed him majorly. This wasn't exactly his idea of fun. Maybe he would decide otherwise, but right now, he was nervous. At least he didn't have to make his speech right away. The headmaster would speak first and introduce him once any stragglers had entered, and he would talk, and then the students and staff would receive their food. At least, he was almost certain that would be how it would go.
This class was going to be a doozie. He had his first class with seventh years as though fate hated him. He could imagine what it would be like. Probably completely overwhelming and chaotic, but this was necessary to make sure that his brother's position and regime were securely put in place. No one knew about the true nature and reason of the program besides him, Azelea, and his brother, so unless one of them leaked, a usurper in the future would be surprised to find himself with many sudden Trevor fans to face. Not even the students themselves would be fully aware of what was being done. It was backhanded. It was sneaky. But it was necessary--or so his brother said. Timotei himself believed it was desperate and pathetic, but to be honest, he wasn't so certain Trevor would hesitate to kill him after he'd found out that he'd killed their parents and grandmother. What really would hold him back? Brotherly love? He thought not.
It was ironic how everyone under this regime, whether they realized it or not, would be a slave. He already was a slave to fear. The others would be slaves to their own mind having been manipulated to believe other than what free thought would have had them believe. All that was needed was for enough students to go through Hogwarts and be trained before they could get rid of the current generation that knew better, and there would be total loyalty. No one would dare say anything. Slaves to fear, slaves to their own minds, slaves to his brother and the other Death Eaters. What was the difference? It was a sad state of affairs, and he didn't like it, but somehow they were all expected to find happiness in it all, happiness in this looming cloud of darkness announcing an oncoming storm, and he was afraid no one would like the results they would be faced with.
I have found/You can find/Happiness in slavery