Toast (Slytherin)

[darkfall]

Allison looked back at Isaac stubbornly. "I'm fine, thanks." she mouthed, her lips barely moving. She didn't need other snoops lurking around the Group Commons. "You should really eat too..." she bounced back, not wanting to say drink for fear of someone hearing.

[malfoy]

Isaac's eyes hardened, he did not like the idea of drinking blood, it seemed much more vulgar than eating raw steak. If it weren't for the fact he would hurt so many, Isaac would have killed himself long ago. "Later, I suppose." Isaac said. The hall was filling up fast, the smell of blood was over-whelming. Isaac wanted to tear everyone open, turn the hall into a great blood bath, drink it all... The moment passed, he needed to control himself.

[darkfall]

Allison noticed the pain in Isaac's eyes and she froze up. It passed however, and she laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. His cold skin was still icy, even underneath his t-shirt. She didn't care, she could sit here all day like this, with her brother. Her life had begun to turn around, and she didn't want to lose everything.

[malfoy]

Isaac was able to give a small smile, but the temptation of all the hot, fresh blood being pumped through the bodies around him was agonizing. It was easier when only one or two people were around, but in a setting such as this, it was hard.

[darkfall]

Allison got up. "Come on. Let's walk around the grounds before classes. We have a while." she smiled, holding her hand out to her big brother. She really needed the fresh air, and she knew that Isaac needed it too.

[malfoy]

Isaac nodded and got out of his seat, not needing Allison's assistance. He walked beside his little sister, slight limp in his left leg prominent beside her perfectly normal walk. Isaac didn't care. The frigid air hit his cold body. Although he did not really notice it, he looked to Allison. "It's cold, do you need a sweater or something?" he asked.

[darkfall]

Allison smirked. "Stop treating me like a child bro." she remarked, frowning. They walked out into the brisk air and she let out a contented sigh.

(Writer's Block, grr)

[malfoy]

((OOC: How annoying. Erm, describe her thoughts in very extensive detail! That's what I do...))

Isaac gave a meager chuckle, with a small grin upon his lips. "That's right, little Alli isn't a baby anymore." Isaac said teasingly. His smile spread to reveal his teeth. A little bit of sun began to peek through the otherwise heavy clouds. Isaac grimaced as he looked at his exposed skin. It was sparkling. Like diamonds. He darted to the shadows of the castle, knowing that if he were still human his breath would be ragged.

[darkfall]

Allison grimaced and got a small punch in before Isaac darted away. She followed as quickly as she could, be the crisp air was making her breath short and choppy, and she was tired. But, as headstrong as any Malfoy, she left her head high and none of her emotions escaped.

[malfoy]

Isaac slid down the wall and sat on the slowly yellowing and wilting grass. He looked up, giving an apologetic expression to his sister that he had left standing all by herself when he had run to the shelter of the shade. "Sorry for leaving you back there, that was just so freaky." Isaac said when Allison was close enough to hear him.

[darkfall]

Allison shook her head, her breaths coming in ragged sighs. "Its nothing." she replied, mouth fishing for air. She slid down beside her brother and absentmindedly played with a blade of the dying grass.

[malfoy]

Isaac gave a small smile. He had a plan in his head, he had been toying with it for days. Ever since he and Allison had run away last summer, they hadn't been living on very much, but when summer came around, they wouldn't have anything. "Would you like to pay a visit to Gringotts? We really need some money. I can steal some of mum and dad's hair and make a Polyjuice potion." Isaac offered.

[darkfall]

Allison grinned, happy to be included. "Sounds absolutley fabulous my dear Draco." she quipped, immitating her mother's voice perfectly. She giggled, grinning even more widely. She was going to enjoy this deeply.

[malfoy]

"Indeed, of course, we must stop and see Mr. Brogan about our objects that need repairing." Isaac said, imitating his father. It wasn't exactly hard to do, he looked and sounded exactly like him, only he didn't speak so properly. And of course, he was quite a few years younger. Isaac looked down at his hand, then realized the skin had turned red, as if it had been burned.