`the dark side,

[LEROY CAIRO SELWYN]

I keep it caged but I can’t control it

Cause if I let him out He’ll tear me up

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] AND BREAK ME DOWN ! The seventh year Slytherin glanced at the pathetic, whimpering being at his feet and sneered. Really, he couldn’t think of anything more disgusting. Currently, the fifth year was curled up in a ball, probably trying to get rid of the pain. Leroy wasn’t stupid enough to use any of the unforgivables, but he did know his dark magic. He had plenty of access to those types of books in his family library. It was enough to make the fifth year at his feet wish he used the cruciatus curse. With a slight smirk at the pathetic boy at his feet, Leroy turned and just walked out of the unused classroom. He had used a memory charm earlier, and the boy was too immersed in his pain to notice him afterwards. A few minutes earlier and the pathetic excuse for a wizard was unconscious at his feet. Really, it was so pathetic that it was sickening. Leroy had learned about the cruciatus curse and its pain when he was young. Whenever he misbehaved or did something wrong, his father would curse him until he felt the eldest Selwyn child had learned his lesson. Of course, his tolerance for pain grew, but it helped with his overall high tolerance of things. The fifth year undoubtedly learned his lesson. He may not remember who cursed him to such extreme pain, but he would fear Leroy. Unconsciously of course, but that made it all the sweeter for the Selwyn heir. Of course, by the time he left the castle, no one would even suspect the silent Selwyn for such actions. He would be far enough from the classroom and it was nowhere near the dungeons. He had purposefully walked past the Great Hall, which was currently partially filled. More than likely, quite a few people saw him. Leroy continued on his trek, where? Even he didn’t know. He just went where his feet took him and felt somewhat relieved that it was out of the castle. Perhaps that was purposeful, but not anything else. The fact of the matter was, Leroy rather liked giving some trouble. A rule-breaker by personality. So, of course it was no surprise when his feet led him to the only place that was forbidden to all students. The Forbidden Forest. His wand was in his back pocket, easily within reach, but the Slytherin didn’t bother. Hands in his front pockets, Leroy almost leisurely strolled into the Forbidden Forest, as if there was no threat in there whatsoever. Anyone would think him crazy, but he loved the challenge of it. The challenge of trying to out-do any of the dark creatures that lurked in such forests. The challenge to escape alive and possibly unscathed. Leroy may not have been a masochist, but he did love his challenges. And going into the Forbidden Forest without his wand drawn was just another one. But really, it was no problem. After all, he had mastered wandless magic at the end of his fifth year. With the push his father gave him, he really wouldn’t expect anything less. So, even if he didn’t have his wand, Leroy was far from helpless. Indeed, the Slytherin was probably even more dangerous, as there was no way to indicate whether or not he was going to curse you. At least, when he had a wand, people could see the wand first. He traveled a few steps, but stopped. The sound of footsteps came nearing and he didn’t bother trying to look dangerous or even cautious. His stance was the same, hands in his pockets and a neutral expression. One would suspect that he was just out for an evening stroll in the Forbidden Forest. He was somewhat disappointed that he was running into another, but figured he’d always come back to go even further. After all, what was the challenge if you couldn’t best anything? The only indication he gave to the person – adult or student – that neared him was the tilting of his head. He tilted it to the side from where they were coming. Whoever they were, they were lucky, whether they knew it or not. He had already gotten his fill of cursing others. Really, he would most likely do so much worse in a place like the Forbidden Forest, rather than the unused classroom. ‘Lucky indeed.’ he chuckled lightly to himself, as he waited for the person to reveal themselves. Or not. He didn’t care. 742 WORDS , TABITHA SULLIVAN , AND HERE IT IS!

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