"Pleasure to make your acquintance" ((Trelawney))

[mulciber]

Mulciber stood in forn tof the mirror and paid extra-care on altering his appearance. He was a known and convicted Death Eater after all. However batty the crazy chick coming here today was, she might still recognize him and be alarmed. Mucliber didn’t realyl change much. He wasn’t very good at such charms and besides the cover didn’t work, if you din’t feel yourself comfortable in the cover you chose for yourself. Finally looking in the mirror Mulciber a bit round man who had a bit too large nose and small beady eyes. The mane of black hair covering Mulcibers hair was gone replaced with much shorter and much more rarer brown strands.
Even his own long-dead mother woulnd’t recognize him with the overly-gilded red cloak he was wearing. Pathethic really, but it had to be done.

Occupying himself with reading some Mulciber smirked looking at the clock after hearing a knock on the door. One more glance told Mucliber that everything traiterous wasn’t in sight as he stood and pattered his way to the door. “Ah, madam Trelawney, you can not imagine what an honour it is to me to see your lovely face! Such brightness and such beauty. Ah, I’m charmed already. And you decided to spare a few minutes to me!“ Mulciber shook Trelawney’s hand overly enthusiastically bowing over it. Trying to bow at least as it dind’t work very well with the stomahc Mulciber was supporting right now. But it was part of the image of David Hale. A rich eccentric man who believed in Divination and hoaxes.

Bustling Trelawney in the room Mulciber sent the bar-tender away with orders to send up wine for both of them in 15 minutes so she could offer refreshments to the charming young lady came to read his future. Bowing slightly Mulciber closed the door behind the bar-tenders back and locked with a rather difficult spell.
„I hope you don’t mind, madam, it’s just htat I do not wish to be interrupted. I am very seriously concerned. Can I make you feel more comfortable for the readin?“
Mulciber continued with the bubbly voice observing Trelawney with David Hale’s small eyes laughing inside at the pure idiocity of the woman.

[Professor Sybil Trelawney]

" Okay, Crystal ball, tarot card, tea leaves..." Sybil muttered to herself as she packed her flowered carpet bag full of the tools of her trade. She rummaged through the bag one more time, making sure that she did not leave anything. Pulling out what looked like a rusted thimble, she muttered to herself about rubbish and threw it to the floor. Satisfied, she placed her wand on top, and clasped the bag shut.

Sybil rushed through the castle to the carriage that awaited her outside of the doors. Students stared at her curiously. The teacher normally didn't venture outside of her tower classroom. She usually only left for holiday dinners, or for special occasions. This was one of those special occasions. David Hale, a local wizard, had sent her an urgent letter requesting her for a personal reading. Since Seers didn't hog the gift, she was more than willing to go and help the poor man.

Watching her long skirt and shawl, Sybil got into the carriage. The ride into Hogsmeade was a short one, and it wasn't long before she found herself outside of the appointed inn. She entered with a smile on her face, and soon found herself being bustled into a room by the charming David Hale. " No, dear sir, I do not mind at all. I prefer giving my readings in private. That way, there are no prying eyes." Sybil placed her bag on a round wooden table and began to unload the contents. " So, Mr. Hale, could you please tell me what has been troubling you so I know where to begin."

[mulciber]

Mulciber had to use all of his self-control to not smirk at the naivity of the wretched woman. She actually believed ’David Hale’ wanted privacy for the reading? Surely. So foolishly trusting. „Well, I have been troubled by a lot lately,“ Mulciber smiled a cheesy grin at Trelawney. He had been troubled a lot. By the aurors looking for him, by having to live on the run by not being able to live on the standard he was used to. He would use all his anger to cast the spell on the wretched woman.
„Here let me demonstrate it if you may,“ David Hale rubbed his hands together before bring up his wand, „It is really awful. It’s just that I have STUPEFY!“ Mulciber watched with satisfaction as the spell flew out from his wand and hit the idiotic professor.

Mulciber laughed out loud while waving his wand at himself to get rid of all of the foolish enchantments on himself. Using a tying charm on the woman Mulciber placed her on the chair and casted ’Petrificus Totalus’ still just to be sure.
„Ennervate!“ Mulciber commanded seating his tall body on the edge of the table and smirking evilly as the woman’s eyes finally focused at me.
„I do think mudbloods and the Ministry are my biggest problem. Want to tel me about their down-fall?“ Mulciber asked mockingly from the woman, „Do you recognise me now, silly bint?“ Mulciber would carry out his orders later. But he wanted to mock the woman first. He wanted to see the fear in his victims eyes efore he finished them off.

[Professor Sybil Trelawney]

Sybil had been placing her instruments on the table as she heard the poor man ramble on. In fact, she was so distracted that she didn't even here him holler his incantation. So, when the spell hit, Sybil was knocked off her feet with a great deal of force. She hit the floor with a a great thud. Before she could recover any of her senses, she was rocked by another curse. Sybil felt everything go black.

Sybil came to a few moments later, and she did indeed recognize the man that stood above her. Mulciber had been in the papers for weeks. The ministry had been advertising a huge reward for his capture. Sybil only stared in silent disbelief at the man. She honestly could not believe that the polite, mannerly David Hale that had requested a reading with her was really a Death Eater. Finally finding her voice, she stammered a reply. " No, sir, I don't personally want to hear your musings on the minsitry or on any other topic."

[mulciber]

“You don’t want to listen to me? CRUCIO!“ Mulciber let out a loud laugh watching the woman wither in her chains as the curse worked it’s magic. “Are you still going to say whatever you want for me?“ Mulciber laughed and lifted the curse from Relawney only to replace it. Not only did watching his victims suffer amuse Mulciber but it also made them more easy to conquer.
„Imperio!“ Mulcibe watched with satisfaction as the spell worked and the womans eyes glazed over as Mulciber removed the shackels. „Dance Riverdance.“ Doing a few more tests to make sure the spell worked compltely Mulciber took a seat and started giving his orders to the woman before he would send her back to school.