Etoile,

Thank you, Etoile. I hope you are true to your word. Just be your self, and you'll be fine. You're 'breaking rule' routine and your sheer luck always astounded me. The lucky star. That's who you are. Congratulation on your test result and your presentation. I'm sure you're doing well. Don't send anything to me yet. There's a new lead on the dark force, that's why I can't come for our appointment for tea time. I have to keep this short. I'm very busy during this week. I will tell you sometime later. I'll Owl you. Give my best regards to Argent.

Soleil,
Wednesday, February 26, 2003, 08:17 p.m.

Soleil,

I know you're difficult, but I don't mind. I mean, you are Soleil for a reason. I'm not concern actually. I stop of being concern a long time ago. People can think what they want, even my friends can think whatever they think about me. I guess I'm just tired, that's all. They have so many expectation on me of something that I'm tired of doing. True, I can't make my parent's name bad, yet there's some degree I want to be on my own. It's hard to be an independent this age. I still have this impulse to break the rules, hell, I like breaking rules (my name have a previlage afterall). You can call me an ignorant fool, maybe I am. I just don't want to be someone's puppet. I don't like to be dictated. Sometimes what people say are true. They have a good intention for me, but sometimes I think some of the 'advices' won't work on me. Maybe I'm in between, right? Maybe I'm grey. I just hope she won't be disappointed in me =) I have my test result back. I got an A for my Magic History, 95 out of 100, great huh? The spectre was being lenient, I think. I just got a few names wrong, but the compare and contrast essay gave a good grade to compesate the short answer questions. I have a good presentation for my Rune face yesterday. I took the flower symbols from the Asian culture. It's not Celtic as Rune came from would be, but It gives a nice floral look, different. I will send the copy of my memoir tomorrow. So be a critic like you always do, ok? My friends were busy this week (well, so do I), so we didn't chat that very much. Maybe this weekend. And I'm going to be subtle on giving Katze the advice. Coming from you, that's a great compliment for a non-magical folk born. Don't worry, I'm still the Etoile you know. I'll be waiting for the tea time.

Etoile,
Tuesday, February 25, 2003, 03:24 p.m.

Etoile,

I'm a difficult man. Why do you concern weather you are dark or light or half dark and half light? You are you. It depends on how you use it, because magic is colorless in between shades of gray. You can't say what is right what is wrong, people make standart of what they believe. If you follow them you will stress yourself out. Just do what you think is right and think the consequenses of your action. Weight the responsibility, but don't think to hard. I will tell you about Serpentine sometimes. She was like that. If only she lived to see today. She would be proud of you. Goodluck with your studies. I see that you're doing well. Argent will probably owl post me next week for your progress. Merlin's know I want to know about you. Send me a copy of your memoir too. I'll be delighted to read what you think about you so called 'dark magic'. I'm glad you're having a good time with Argent while I'm gone. He's the only one I can trust you with. Talking to your friends, eh? Well, that's good. You have to go out with friends around your age sometimes. Hanging around Argent and me all the time. You will get bored. You should have some fun. Ms. Katze, I knew her brilliant mind, despite her heritage. I'm sure you can advice her to be more intelligent than that. Mooning over a boy is alright for a girl, but she have to think of her position and her dignity as a woman. Yes, she's still young, but even love per se, can be her down fall. I believe it's the same thing with young Scarlet, on contrary of her brother, glühen, girls can loosed a lot when they are not careful with the other species. You are also but a child. Even when you saw so many darkness but there's a certain amount of innocence in you. Never change, Etoile. Because you are who you are. I'll be back soon. We can have a nice chat during tea time with Argent too.

Soleil,
Sunday, February 23, 2003, 07:20 p.m.

Soleil,

You're imposible sometimes. But I like you too. You and Argent can understand the darknest side of me that my friends coundn't and still can't. Is it because I'm half Serpentine and half Lion? As you put it, she was a Serpentine, the one who brought me to this world. I hardly believe you at first, but effidents spoke differently. Lupus and Orion never told me about her, only him. Please tell me about her sometimes . I want to hear about her. I miss her. Yes, I'm having my midterm, actually we just have special projects to be completed in the next three weeks. I have my proposal for two classes and one essay. You know I took advanced Rune? I have to create a new set of runes and tested the use in day life basis. The other proposal is for Charm and Transfiguration. I have to make a book with a certain theme. The essay is about my memoir, for DADA class. Lupus would be amused reading my memoir about dark magic. I reckon. I took my magic History last week. I think I'm doing okay. Argent just worried too much. Even when I can't sleep, I love to patrol at night and occasionaly invited Argent to join me. He didn't refuse. Today I talked to my friends. It's fun. Katze was angry because glühen ignored her for the week to play ball with the other boys. Honestly. Maybe I'm the only boy who could understand her. That was she said. She is the brainy one and glühen is the mastermind. But sometimes glühen is still a child. I think it's because of his age. People said girls grew up faster than boys. I grew up faster because of the darkness. I guess that explained somethings. Scarlet is fine. Even better, I think she's getting cosy with Celt. For God's sake. Orion and Lupus were enough, and here you have to see Scarlet and Celt snogging in every corner of the Common room. I don't know where else. Now if you excuse me, I have to sleep. It's passed curfew. Don't want to get Argent angry at me again. I will think about the staying bit. But I prefer I can stay with you and Argent. Soleil, be save.

Etoile,
Saturday, February 22, 2003, 10:27 p.m.

Etoile,

Why thank you, Mr. Etoile. I'm flatered. Yes, I would /love/ to hear you beg, but keep it for the bed, please. Mind you. I'm doing fine. But you know how this missions are. Though I enjoy imersely to taunt *your* family, but I promised I will hold my tongue around you. You're such a brat, Etoile. That's why I like you. Now. I hope everything's fine with you there? If I remember correctly, you're having your midterm or close to midterm? Best of luck. Don't dissapoint me, boy. Please restrain from wondering at night. Argent had complained to me about your, ah, night randevous. A word of advice: Sleeping draught. If that doesn't work, well, asked Argent. He will indulge you. I will come back soon. About your request, I will try to complie. Merlin knows I want to hex the rat myself. The Lioness, eh? Hmmm, true, she was a Lioness, but inside she was a serpentine. Life induced in lies and deciet, but there's always hope, Etoile. You will change the world because you are that hope. Dear Etoile, Etoile, Argent will take care of you. It's fine if you want to stay with him. I'm a generous man. I have to go now. I'll see you soon.

Soleil,
Friday, February 21, 2003, 08:47 p.m.

Soleil,

The sarcasm is becoming into you. Soleil, Soleil, what can I do for you? Should I ask or should I beg? I can't ask anything, not even your goddamn missions. So there's no point of asking, after insulting my *only* family. But yes, I would ask, how are you Mssr. Soleil? just because I'm still bothered by their howls at nights. Insert a heavy sigh here. I hope you're save as always, Soleil. I'm back at school again. I sneak outside the dorm again. I can't sleep Soleil. The Astronomy Tower is my virtue and the Owlry is my safe keep. I love gazing at the stars and the moon. If only I can see the sun. Soleil, Soleil, what can I do without you? I will wait for your return. And your /promise/. I won't complain. This, I promise. I don't know weather I'm insulted or not for your trust given to me. Dry it might sound. I trust you too. For your judgement. Do me a favor, if you find the rat, don't kill it. Because it should rot in hell like it did to Orion. Maybe longer. Much longer for the sins it commited to the Lion and the Lioness. Life is a bitch I know. We can't have anything that we want. But I can hope, can I? Just make sure you're save. And I agree wholeheartly the damn birocrats can shoved their politics up their arse for all I care. As for the other thing, I would want to take Argent's offer (your idea), but are you sure it's okay? I don't want to impose, but if it's okay to you, next holiday weekend, I probably stay at the Snake House. Argent has been generous. Thank you for the /personal/ advice. Soleil, Soleil, be save. And goodnight.

Etoile,
Thursday, February 20, 2003, 03:22 a.m.

Etoile,

I’m very much alive, thank you very much. And don’t complain, you're an infuriating brat. I take that you’re not happy with the two canines? Excused me, dear Etoile, but I can’t help my self sometimes if I said scating remarks whenever I, you, mentioned them. They *are* two little fluffy pets with an aphrodisiac gene. That can be proven feral, though I would love to hear some feral sounds for my own ('from you' was left unsaid) pleasure. Still, I wept for you for your suffering, and I will make it up later. Chains or leather? I believe you won’t complain. Now about this book you mentioned. I’d read it once before it was censored. I'm amused. Here I thought you would be foolish enough to choose the 'brave' Lion et all. I congratulate you, Mr. Etoile. You have a brain afterall. I trust you have a better judgement. You forgot to mention the night creature. It was part mammal but it could fly so it was considered to have rights in the sky. This creature, instead of working to stop the war, it used its tongue to milk the favor on both sides. To the Lion it said, “I’m a mammal, so let me be with you.” To the Eagle it said, “I have wings. I can fly like you. Let me stay.” So it said. So they trusted it. Deceit. Lies. Betrayals. Death. Now you see, Etoile, the poor creature just wanted to stay alive, to be sheltered behind the big forces, but that was its biggest mistake because no one liked a lecher and a liar. It was a pathetic excused for a living thing. The creature shied away, never to be seen in the light of day. It remained in the darkness. In our world, it lived in the sewer. Do you know what I’m talking about? I remember that the night creature I told you and a certain rat have something in common. If you must know, in the present day, in reality, the Lion and the Eagle didn’t fight one on one. They sat back and watched their minions killing each other. It was politics. They /died/. Deaths is the price of war. Life isn't fair, Mr. Etoile. It’s getting darker for a children’s book, yes? It’s getting dark here too. I can’t tell you yet, dear Etoile. You know why. But for now, I have to bid you goodnight. If the two canines still get on with –whatever-, you could take refuge at the Snake House, Argent should take care of you. Just a personal advice. A. Very. Personal. Advice.

Soleil,
Wednesday, February 19, 2003, 06:15 p.m.

Soleil,

It's been one month, three weeks, two days, five hours and seventeen minutes since last I saw you. I know. I won't complain. I'm in the attic right now, writing this damn letter. I have reasons. One, to annoy you. Two, as you know, I'm in the Shack for the one day holiday, and I think Lupus and Orion wanted to make up the lost time when Orion was in, you know, hell. Right now I’m the one who’s in hell. Lupus was bonking Orion down stair. I Have to flee. The silencing didn't last long. I think it wore off during midnight. I can't sleep, Soleil. The walls are too thin. They are so LOUD. The howls, the growls, the... er... you know what I mean. In short; their brain were reduced into an animal state of mind: sex. Wild beastly sex. Plain and simple. I wish it could get simple for me *glare accusingly.* But I’m here now, several rooms away. Speaking of animal, I found a book in an old book store down the street. It's a thin brown leather bound book. I read it during the afternoon tea, while Orion and Lupus kept sucking at each other *insert an internal groan here* in front of me. I yelled "Get a room!" and they just grinned and continued –whatever it was- in their bed room. The book was pretty interesting. It was a fable with the cute animals and kings and men (males, alpha males). The story was about a war between the animals who ruled the sky and the animals that walked on the ground. The Avian were lead by the Eagle the mighty falcon, and the Mammal were lead by the Lion, the King of the jungle. Before the big battle, the Lion and the Eagle fought one on one, but they couldn't decide with just claws and fangs and beaks. I supposed you are rolling your eyes right now when you read this. I supposed you will think I will cheer for the lion. But I'm not. And please don't laugh, because it's true. Now here comes the full throttle. They fought in the middle of a clearing for days and nights until the sun burnt into ashes. Literally. The first to die was the Pigeon, just because they want to talk. The Pigeon stood on the very far end and shouted, “Halt! Make peace!” between the two parties, but it got shot instead. Foolish, don't you think not? They talked about peace and the rubbish alike, but they do nothing. Second came the turtles, you know how slow they were. Their protective cocoon was shattered by claws and by big giant steps. How sad. They just want to live in oblivious ignorant. In the end, both suffered so many lost and anguish and death. An owl and a deer came forward and made a truce and made things better but they could not completely repair the damage. They worked for their differences and shared the forest and the food. The end.

Etoile,
Wednesday, February 19, 2003, 03:35 a.m.

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Category/Rating :: PG-13 for language. Dark yes.
Pairing: HPxLM, HPxSS implied. LMxHPxSS implied. Other pairings.
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Etoile :: Harry Potter
Soleil :: Lucius Malfoy
Argent :: Severus Snape
Lune :: Draco Malfoy

Orion :: Sirius Black
Lupus :: Remus Lupin
Katze :: Hermione Granger
Glühen :: Ron Weasley
Scarlet :: Ginny Weasley
Celt :: Seamus Finnigan

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