Post by caleb on Mar 28, 2013 20:06:36 GMT -7
{(ARE YOU SANE?)}
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Years of being at Hogwarts could be considered as a blessing, a paradise to Caleb. At the school there were so few things to worry about, no true responsibilities and it was a place where he ruled. The girls swooned over him, the boys followed his orders, he had practically been King! But, now? No, the real world was far more different. While, yes, the young man's parents were wealthy and had more than enough to spare, Caleb no longer had that sense of power that he had once held. In his mind it was almost degrading how he no longer commanded a group. No, they had all left, none of them being true friends in the slightest. But, then again, when had he ever needed friends? They were nothing but nuisances and being connected or loyal to anyone in such a way was nothing more but a sign of weakness.
No matter, he still felt that lack of power he had grown to love during his years in Hogwarts. Now he was nothing more but like any other damned wizard in the world. Yes, perhaps he was highly known for his family, but beyond that he was nothing more. He held no high position job in the Ministry, he had no true riches to his name. Instead he was simply a being in the shadow of his parents, his father especially. It angered him that he now had to actually work to get anywhere in this damned world, which was something he was far from being use to. Of course, his father was doing what he could to pull some strings to get Caleb some sort of position in the Ministry. But, even if he did get a high-ranking job there, what would that do? It would not satisfy his ambition, his craving, his hunger for power. He wanted it all just as he had before.
With a sharp growl, the young man roughly kicked at some poor, filthy stray cat that had stumbled upon his path. The creature gave out a sharp yowl as it desperately crawled away from the dangerous man. But, whether it was cruel or not, a faint grin slid onto his lips as that all too familiar jolt of pleasure ran through him. Causing pain was such a grand source of entertainment and he loved it. Oh, how he missed the old days where he could easily beat on any weak first year or pathetic mudblood. If only he could return to those glorious days. If only...
{(IS THERE A CURE TO YOUR SICKNESS)}
[/font][/color]have you no heart?[/font][/center][/color]
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MUSE;:[/color][/font] 8/10
STATUS;:[/color][/font] Finished[/size][/left]