Post by Trevor Williams on May 10, 2008 11:52:26 GMT -8
Trevor made a noise somewhere between a breathy laugh and a scoff, shaking his head. "Unbelievable. She tries to run away and lies to me about it, and yet she believes she's done nothing wrong?" He looked at her, his brows raised in amusement, but all too soon any traces of amusement left his face, leaving him looking quite serious in contrast. It was his look that meant he was all business at any given moment he bore it. "Learn your place, girl. You are a slave, and you would do well to accept that. It's not changing anytime soon. It's people like you the others will learn to hate because it's people like you who are going to make conditions around here much worse. I don't even know why you bother to try to escape anyway. There isn't any possible way with all the defenses. You know, I've even thought about adding dementors around the place, but that would be awfully dreadful for you guys, and I am trying to be as humane as possible. Wife wouldn't like me too much otherwise, and people like you aren't worth starting marital problems over."
He shook his head, smirking as he brought a thumb up to scratch just beneath his brow for a moment. "Now, follow me. Lying must not go unpunished, especially when it's me you're lying to." He flicked his wand in the direction they would be going, taking the lead, though stopping to make sure she was following ever so often. Footsteps, after all, could be deceiving. One knew that they faded as one went away from the person hearing them and would merely have to start stomping louder and louder until they were far enough away they could run and hide themselves away. Trevor was not going to let himself be made a fool, certainly not by a girl who was not only a slave but also young.
He shook his head, smirking as he brought a thumb up to scratch just beneath his brow for a moment. "Now, follow me. Lying must not go unpunished, especially when it's me you're lying to." He flicked his wand in the direction they would be going, taking the lead, though stopping to make sure she was following ever so often. Footsteps, after all, could be deceiving. One knew that they faded as one went away from the person hearing them and would merely have to start stomping louder and louder until they were far enough away they could run and hide themselves away. Trevor was not going to let himself be made a fool, certainly not by a girl who was not only a slave but also young.