Sofia Campbell (venomously) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-06-18 19:34:00 |
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Since school had let out, Sofia had all but moved in to Diagon Alley. She went home to sleep, but her waking hours were spent along the branching network of streets that made up the heart of Wizard London. When she was in Rolin's company people tended to flinch at the sight of her, but when she was alone? Most ran or hid. At first the reactions made her nervous. Then, as she got used to being treated as if she were inherently dangerous, she stopped feeling much at all. Having to constantly reassure was irritating, and in time she simply quit. If they wanted to tremble, well, it was their choice. Voldemort was happier here. Control of the body was more fluid, at least when they didn't have company; when Rolin was around Voldemort let her 'drive.' It was half reward and half enlightened self-interest. He couldn't ape Sofia's affection for the boy, so he 'gave' his host the time with her friend. When they were alone? It was a different story. This would've frightened Sofia if she weren't so used to blacking out entirely. She wasn't certain why he'd started allowing her to stay conscious, but any scrap of control - any hope at all - was treated as a treasured gift. They were back off of one of the shadier side-streets. Voldemort was inquiring after something - it wasn't magic that she recalled from the books, and Sofia wasn't really following what was going on. Her reincarnate certainly didn't explain himself, ever, and she'd as good as given up pushing. It was futile, and it only pissed him off. She could tell that he was angry - the nervous little man was apologizing profusely for not having 'the Dark Lord's' item, and while the voice coming out of her mouth was calm and even, Sofia could feel the rage that was sharing her head. She became aware that the curse was coming a few seconds before Voldemort reached a hand into their body's pocket and withdrew the wand. She might have been able to stop him, and once she might've taken the risk. After a few weeks of begging for scraps and several months of terror? She didn't so much as twitch when Riddle got in some practice with the Cruciatus Curse. |