everyone of us is EXPENDABLE // Open

[noel]

ONE PUSH IS ALL YOU'LL NEED
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Tag: OPEN | Words: 463 | Lyrics: Diamond Eyes - Shinedown | Notes: It's short but here you go!
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Noel hated Knockturn Alley. He hated being in here, especially with his father. The man insisted on dragging him along on his business, even though Noel couldn't have cared less. Noel knew his father was just showing him off to any death eaters nearby since he was at the age where they were recruiting, but he had no interest in trying to impress a bunch of killers and bigots. However, his fear of his father kept him from stating his true opinions, at least for now. He was still in school and he didn't want his father to do anything to jeopardize his last year at Hogwarts, especially if he wanted to be an auror after he graduated. He mentally worked on his Potions essay, trying to get the outline down at least.

Noel stood at his father's side quietly as they stopped into Borgin and Burke's, not acknowledging anyone else in the shop. There was one other person, a colleague of his father's, and he wanted nothing to do with the man. He was polite, but it was forced. Speaking his mind here was a bad idea, as was taking out his wand, which he'd do if this prick didn't take his greasy hand off his shoulder rightthefucknow! Why were these jackasses so freaking TOUCHY?!

As they stepped out of Borgin and Burkes, Peter stepped in front of his son, pulling him aside. "What did I say about being polite, boy?" Noel stiffened and shrugged his father's hand off of his collar. "I said I'd come with you. That's all I said." Noel said, trying not to look as scared as he was. Father's eyes met son's for a moment before he let go of Noel's shoulder and turned away, disgust evident in his body language and voice.

"Why do you insist on disappointing me, boy?"

[/color] he sneered, hand hovering over the pocket where he held his wand which was a silent 'say the wrong thing and I hex you right here, right now', "We're headed into the apothecary, then I'll take you back to Hogwarts. Do NOT... embarrass me, Noel."[/i] He stormed away, not even telling Noel to follow him, but it was implied.

Noel followed him, shaking a bit and wishing he was back in the Ravenclaw common room with Tyler and his sister, studying, talking, playing chess, anything but this. As they entered the apothecary, Noel wasn't paying attention and he ran into someone, knocking them over. "Oh, God I'm sorry, I completely spaced out!" Noel looked over his shoulder, but his father was arguing with the witch behind the counter and didn't notice him. He knelt to help pick up whatever the person dropped, still worried his father would catch on that he wasn't nearby and come searching.[/blockquote][/size]

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SO I HOPE YOU'LL RECOGNIZE
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Knockturn Alley was not a place where Vincent often wandered. Being an ex Hit Wizard, he was sure there were plenty of witches and wizards that wanted his head for family members or friends that ended up in Azkaban or worse because of him that often resided in Knockturn Alley. However, because of his past job, involvement with the Order and some suspicious things his father had gotten involved in, he wanted to know as much about Dark wizards as he possibly could.

Being as paranoid as ever, though, he was careful that no one would recognize him. Or at least, he really hoped not. Vincent had a tendency to dress in Muggle clothing (the robes were just ridiculous), but he didn't know of anyone that would wear Muggle clothing into Knockturn Alley. So, he had borrowed a pair of plain robes from his roommate, Alex.

He walked out of the Leaky Cauldron (he lived in an apartment just above) and walked to where Diagon Alley transferred to Knockturn Alley. With a sigh, he raised the hood of the robes he was wearing, so that no one could see his face. He continued onto the dark alley.

Many of the wizards and witches in the Alley were dressed much like him: hoods up and identities hidden. Vincent was perfectly fine with that. He just wanted to get in there, find out whatever he could and get out.

He couldn't believe he was doing this. Especially by himself. What was he thinking? No backup? Ah, it was too late now.

Vincent wandered down Knockturn Alley for a few minutes until he came to the shop Borgin and Burkes. He'd heard of this shop, of course. People at the Ministry were constantly talking about the shop and how they wished they could shut it down.

There was no bell that notified the owner of a customer's arrival, so Vincent's entry was nearly unnoticed. He was not going to buy anything, obviously, just take in what the store was selling, see if anything looked familiar, stuff like that.

He was engrossed in a skull with light up eyes when someone bumped into him, causing a vial to fall out of his bag that was slung over his shoulder. Vincent turned around to see a boy a few years younger than himself. What was someone like him doing in a shop like this?

"Thanks," he said, bending down and grabbing the vial before the boy could see it. He didn't want anyone to know that he was carrying Wolfsbane potion around with him.

"You don't look like the normal type that comes in here," he said with a raised eyebrow. "What brings you in here?"