Who Xavier and Colin Creevey. What: Picking up the new slave and taking him home. Where: Azkaban and then Xavier's home. When: Thursday, October 21. Three in the afternoon. Rating: Should stay low. Status: Closed/Incomplete.
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To others the thought of gaining a slave, someone they could knock around and abuse and mistreat was something the longed and lived for. The excess violence was something the lived for and having a person or a pet as some of them referred to their slaves was a Christmas gift given months early. For Xavier though it was just another headache he had to deal with everyday. It wasn't that he wasn't grateful for the honour and right his Lord had bestowed upon for Xavier was incredibly grateful to be the recipient of a gift from his Lord, but, he liked his home to run in a certain manner. He liked things to be normal, steady and unchanging. Change was something he did not deal with well nor was it something he appreciated and yet here he was on his way to Azkaban and about to introduce a change to his home that would more than likely do more than just change things. Izzy had laughed at him that morning with how nervous and grumpy he had appeared over gaining a slave and in return he had simply glowered at her even more before taking his coffee and leaving. She did just fine with change, adapting to things well and going with the flow so this was no big deal to her and Xavier was pleased that she didn't seem bothered by this as that was the last thing he had wanted for her but that didn't men that he still wasn't going to sulk about it all.
And sulk he did. The entire damn day. He had set up residency in a corner of the main entryway at Hogwarts and glared at the slaves he was watching over all the while debating and trying to figure out how to get out of having this thing, this person who was an unknown to him and could very well be detrimental to he and his way of life if they figured out certain secrets, in his home. As the clock ticked closer and closer to three though he realized that there was no getting out of it. He simply had to hope that the child would learn to behave well enough that Xavier wouldn't have to employ the same tactics that his fellow brethren seemed so fond of.
Leaving one of the younger generation in charge of finishing his shift with the slaves, Xavier left and headed for Azkaban at a quarter to three. He himself had never been to the prison and as his first trip it was one that he was not looking forward to, not in the least. Wrapping his cloak around himself tightly he gripped the tip of his cane so tight that his knuckles were a stark white compared to the rest of his hand as he moved through the halls quickly, doing his best to ignore the things that were trying to barge into his mind. Coming to a stop in front of the cell he had been informed belonged to the boy he knocked once on the door before having it opened and stepped inside.
"I trust you are ready to go boy?" He was far more brusque and hateful sounding than he normally would have been but the less time he had to spend inside of Azkaban the better off he would be and if coming across as the mean hard ass most people believed the Death Eaters to be got him out of there faster then so be it.