Post by Vincent Crabbe Jr. on Jan 18, 2005 17:30:52 GMT
Vincent was strolling along Diagon Alley. He could have been taken for doing that, anyway. But actually it would have been more accurate to say that he was storming along Diagon Alley. Despite his display of outer calm, there were signs for the vigilant that something had angered him. The clenched fists were the most telltale sign. The fingernails were digging, almost clawing into the pudgy skin.
Of course, there was a reason for all this, which was simply that his father had angered him. He couldn't show it, of course, that was why he had done as he was told and gone. But he was resentful. He would leave Hogwarts after next year, and in his opinion he needed as much training and experience in the world of the Death Eaters as possible. But his father always insisted upon his leaving when he was discussing 'business matters' with his aqquaintances. And it really wasn't right. They treated him as if he was some stupid little boy, which he was most certainly not. He was seventeen years of age by now - he had had his birthday in November. But still they would not acknowledge him, fools that they were. All life long his only ambition had been to serve his father and whoever his father followed, and now his father shunned him.
Angry thoughts boiled inside Vincent as he fumed along. He came up to a small girl who was in front of him, ready to overtake her. But she did not move, apparently transfixed by the festive scene around her. Probably some Mudblood who had never seen it before. Well, it would not do. If she had to be transfixed, she should not really do it in his way. Since she was still dawdling, Vincent just speeded up his pace, walking straight into the girl as he went past, most likely knocking her over. He continued on, oblivious to the world around him, not stopping when he reached his destination, and never looking back.
Of course, there was a reason for all this, which was simply that his father had angered him. He couldn't show it, of course, that was why he had done as he was told and gone. But he was resentful. He would leave Hogwarts after next year, and in his opinion he needed as much training and experience in the world of the Death Eaters as possible. But his father always insisted upon his leaving when he was discussing 'business matters' with his aqquaintances. And it really wasn't right. They treated him as if he was some stupid little boy, which he was most certainly not. He was seventeen years of age by now - he had had his birthday in November. But still they would not acknowledge him, fools that they were. All life long his only ambition had been to serve his father and whoever his father followed, and now his father shunned him.
Angry thoughts boiled inside Vincent as he fumed along. He came up to a small girl who was in front of him, ready to overtake her. But she did not move, apparently transfixed by the festive scene around her. Probably some Mudblood who had never seen it before. Well, it would not do. If she had to be transfixed, she should not really do it in his way. Since she was still dawdling, Vincent just speeded up his pace, walking straight into the girl as he went past, most likely knocking her over. He continued on, oblivious to the world around him, not stopping when he reached his destination, and never looking back.
