Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-10-12 00:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | belle de montmorency, evan rosier, lucius malfoy, narcissa black, regulus black, secret society of social preservation, vindictus viridian |
Secret Society Bizniz
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY luxmalus)
Who: Lucius and any other Secret Society of Social Preservation members
Where: A meeting spot on the second floor
When: 9 October (sob, I know, late)
Rating: PGish? (TBA)
Status: Incomplete (threaded)
Lucius's week was off to an excellent start. He'd managed to successfully ignore the whining of several dozen idiots via journal, had finished up quite a difficult bout of potions studying, and then prepared a meeting for the only of which he was a member for which he had any real concern. His social facade was an amusing notion, now that he came to think on it - all these involvements in school activities, prefecture, and even his 'wholehearted' commitment to the USO - all out of the necessity to present himself as an upstanding young man. If one was to know the truth, he didn't give a damn about student unity. In fact, he could honestly say that he despised nearly every member of every other house. A few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs slipped beneath his radar of spite, but those were rare exceptions and usually an artefact of breeding, not personality.
He'd reserved this room rather unofficially by claiming that a study group met in it twice a month, and though Lucius had no qualms with lying, he did like to bring along materials to support such a pretense - just in case. Today's readings were charmed to look like boring defence notes, and he laid them out on the desks while he waited for other members to show up. The club didn't have a purpose, per se, but it was always nice to meet and discuss current events with like minded people who held the 'right' perspective.
Belle entered the room with a bright smile. It seemed that she was the first to arrive, after Lucius and that made her extremely happy. "Hello darling." Her voice was smooth and light, and she glided forward to his side to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Seems like I get my pick of desks this evening, for once."
She turned around and placed her rucksack on the desk closes to where Lucius would likely be for the meeting and rested her bottom on the corner of it. "What's on the agenda for this evening? Anything exciting?" As long as it involved teaching the newer students a few things about respect and tact, she would be happy.
This meeting was the sort of thing that Narcissa needed after such a long time spent fraternizing with the enemy. She could be herself -- almost completely even -- without any sort of worry for the consequences. Well, as much as a Black could.
Slipping casually into the classroom, Narcissa completely ignored Lucius in favour of striding to Belle. "Darling Belle," she cooed, taking the other girl's hand and giving it a polite squeeze. "I love what you've done with your hair today."
After the usual pleasantries, Narcissa turned to Lucius, turning much more somber. "I'm so pleased that you've called a meeting, Lucius. It's been far too long."
Lucius gave Belle a small squeeze around the waist and slid his jacket onto her chair - an indication of both politeness and territorialism. "Nothing terribly exciting," he said with a smile, gesturing at the reading he'd laid out before at her desk. "We'll be discussing blood bias and discrimination against purebloods for the most part. I hope you had time to read that piece." And though Lucius said this with the kind of 'tutting' a professor might give a student, he was certain Belle had been busy doing other things like primping or reading fashion magazines. Narcissa, on the other hand (he considered her as she entered, stepping away from Belle slightly) - he was almost certain she read more than she let on.
After the girls had their hellos, he leaned back on a desk, managing to look both stupendously arrogant and casual at the same time. It was an affectionate sort of arrogance, though, and he allowed himself a semblance of humility at the remark. "Too long, yes. I'm afraid I have been most derelict in my duties. I trust you will find it within you to forgive my laxness?"
Narcissa thought for one fleeting instant to make the sort of retort that could be construed as flirting. However, her better judgment caught her tongue before she could say anything outrageous. "Of course, Lucius darling. Far be it for me to withhold my forgiveness."
However, Lucius was correct in his suspicions on Narcissa's reading habits. Though the girl was often seen with a Witch Weekly, and it had been worn through, it was not nearly the only thing she read. There were several stacks of books tucked into a charmed pocket of her truck. The Blacks had a reputation to uphold, and Narcissa was a very dutiful daughter. Though she wasn't quite on Andromeda's level when it came to books, she was well-read.
"I'm quite concerned on the behaviour of our peers." Narcissa looked between Belle and Lucius with a rarely seen serious expression. "They lack tact, and they don't seem to understand that their actions have weight. It's disturbing."
Belle frowned slightly when Lucius stepped away from her when Narcissa entered the room. Why must he do that? It wasn't as if Narcissa was going to chastise him for standing too close to her and lightly touching her waist. Well, she might, but Belle had yet to see it. At any rate, if Lucius was going to step away from her, she was going to turn her attention to Narcissa.
"Narcissa! You look particularly lovely this evening. Have you been using a new face cream? You are looking radiant." There, that should do. It wasn't as if she disliked Narcissa, she certainly didn't. But she was competition. Until either of them were married to a respectable man, both of them were technically free in the eyes of their parents, and could be married to any eligible pureblooded man at any time after Hogwarts. And Narcissa just happened to be the most beautiful and most likely on the top of everyone's lists for their sons.
She did glance down at the paper that was neatly displayed on her desk and raised an eyebrow at it. Brilliant, more to read. Fortunately, this time, it looked much less boring than the last Pureblood statement that was given out. She would at least skim through most of it, if that was what Lucius wanted. What more did she need to know about discrimination against Purebloods? She already got more japes than some of the Slytherins, simply because of how her family had made their money, and the fact that their bloodline was not as pure as the Blacks, or went as far back as the Malfoy family did.
Vindictus entered the room somewhat shyly. There were catty girls and older boys and no-one really he felt he could talk to. Still, he smiled at everyone, "Narcissa, Belle, Lucius, hello."
He took a seat and looked at the information that had been spread out, raising an eyebrow, "Discrimination against Purebloods, is this a handbook for how to deal with all the people who think ridding the world of purebloods is the way to go? Like several hypocritical people at this school?" Hexing was his way of dealing with things, but if something far more interesting came up, he would be game.
He just wished there were someone more ... friendly he could talk to during the meeting, no offense to the older kids.
While he would never admit it, Regulus nearly forgot about the meeting. He'd been on his way to lunch when he'd suddenly remembered, and he'd quickly turned away. Instead of heading straight to the designated classroom, he detoured to his dorm to switch out his books and grab a few extra that may or may not be needed. Plus, a few he had to return to the library, and if he was heading up in that general direction, he might as well take them to drop them off later. After all, it wasn't like it'd cause any harm to drop off the texts, and he swiftly made his way to the classroom on the second floor.
"Hello," he said to no one in particular as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He didn't bother looking around--really, didn't rightly care who all was there just then as his mind was elsewhere--and made his way to the nearest desk. He set his rucksack down on the floor, sat down, and quirked a brow at the parchment before him. Pursing his lips, he picked it up and began reading it.
Walking in shortly after Regulus and closing the door behind himself, Evan surveyed the room and noted who all had arrived thus far.
He had to admit it a comfort of sorts to gather with his fellow Purebloods in a way that he needn't worry about disgusting Muggle sympathy popping up. It was disheartening and irritating the way all of the impurities were coddled by the Headmaster whilst those of noble blood were treated ill.
After making his way over to the group, he caught sight of Vindictus and nodded a greeting. He had thought about saying hello to Regulus, but the other boy was reading, and it felt rude to interrupt. "Hello. I do hope I have not missed anything of importance."
With a lax sort of cheeriness, Lucius surveyed those who'd entered and decided it was a reasonable time to start. "Vin, Regulus, Evan." He gave a short nod at them before moving to sit on the edge of a desk near the front, a paper already in his hand.
"Thank you all for joining me today. I apologize for not holding a meeting sooner, but it has been quite the hectic start of term." He gestured to the papers on his peers' desks. "I've handed out the same article that was posted to my journal, but since I imagine we've all been a trifle busy, let's glance over it once more before beginning."
Misunderstandings and Muggles: Double Standards in the Blood Bias. Lucius found it to be a rather exceptional piece of literature, written by someone of his own heart who had attacked muggle integration not on the grounds of their purity, but on the grounds of the counter-prejudice it created. It was quite the political essay.
"Any comments in light of recent events?" He asked after a brief silence.
Narcissa looked around the classroom, frowning deeply. She looked as though she'd smelled something incredibly foul, but the lack of members at this particular meeting was something that Narcissa found particularly loathing.
There were only six people in the classroom. Six. This was all that came to protect their futures? This is all who dared stand up to oppression? Narcissa shook her head.
"Quite frankly, I'm disappointed." She waved an arm in a wide arc, gesturing to each person. "This -- this is all of those who would fight for our superiority. Are we so weak and accommodating that we'd allow ourselves to be bullied into a corner? By Mudbloods and Blood traitors? They smack our hands, and we retreat to empty classroom under the piddling idea that we're studying Defense. I do not want to hide forever. I do not want any children I have to grow up like this."