Post by CADEN RAIN GOYLE on Aug 24, 2019 17:30:03 GMT -5
Caden had changed after the quidditch world cup. You could say a dark cloud had been left in Caden's brain, a switch had been turned on. He viewed the world around him a little differently now a more dark outlook on life. You could look at it as him being unhappy. Though Caden would disagree he got pleasure from seeing something squirm in terror to then feel the warm blood splash on his face and wash over his hands. A very euphoric feeling. His house has been ideally situated in the countryside. He set about the last of his summer off practising torture methods to rabbits and birds that got stuck in his webs. He would be bringing these new desires back to school with him. He liked how he was left to his own devices and could just get on with his own experiments to inflict the most pain. School soon came around and he knew he would have to tread lightly when he was back at school to not get caught. Though with the promise of using magic again it made a tingle go through his body to try other torture methods. But first, he would have to find some victims.
His family had waved them off yet again at the train station. Though he did not really care for the tradition itself he played along. Waving goodbye, when the train started moving he turned to find a seat. THree rooms along he shifted some rather pathetic looking second years out of their carriage and took it for himself. As he sat in peace he plotted over who and what he could do to feed the hunger that was growing inside of him. Would he get to the point of hurting other students and the thought excited him? Caden was a shell lost in his own thoughts for most of the welcome back feast. He eyed his table and the newcomers to his house. Cheering art the right times. But he was mentally preparing a list, people who he could exploit who he didn't like the look of and even people who he just wanted to make cry to get a giggle out of it.
When all was said and done it was dark the common room was silent as Caden walked out of the boy's dorm room. The first day back. He flicked his wrist with his wand in and the fireplace roared to life. He let the light dance over his face as he found a spot to site. He pulled some paper out of his pocket and looked at his list he had jotted down when he was on the train. A few peoples names on the list he wanted to toy with. Though he knew the hardest people to crack or even scar would be the main person that sent him on the dark path. That would be a great victory to see the fear in their eyes. Caden sat looking at the list and plotting where to start. He knew the list would have to be burnt he couldn't leave any evidence of his reign of terror but in the dark of the night in the empty common room he had time to study it.
Notes:Start of a dark path