Intimidation's Friend [kevin]

[.RAIDEN BRYAN NOTT !]

There was a determined step in Raiden’s stride as he made his way along the corridor of the Hogwarts castle. He was making his way from the Slytherin common room toward the ground floor so that he could exit the castle and make his way toward the Quidditch Pitch in the Hogwart’s ground where he had been told that a certain Hufflepuff was sure to be. It had taken him almost the whole morning and a lot of convincing on his behalf to get the information of the boys where about and he wanted to get hold of the boy before he moved his position again and he would be forced to go through the whole rigmarole once again.

As he made his way past his fellow students he hardly paid any attention to the hushed whispers that seemed to only begin once he passed in certain circles, or the giggling girls or anything else that Raiden would in any other occasion normally pay very acute attention to. His mind was focused on one mission and that one mission was to find a sixth year Hufflepuff that he would of never paid any attention to if weren’t for the events that had taken place recently, for the sole purpose that Kevin Ito, the boy who had grabbed Raiden’s attention so fully was a mudblood and not worth a single iota of attention of the likes of a pureblood like Raiden Nott.

So why then was he now crossing the courtyards and the grassy lawns of the Hogwarts grounds with only the thought of getting hold of Kevin? It was simple really. Kevin had recently discovered that Raiden was not only a supporter of the beliefs of the Dark Lady, who had now been replaced by her son Rudolphus Lestrange, which certainly had to be suspected, but he was aware of the fact that Raiden was a full fledged Death Eater. Raiden merely wanted to explain to the boy that it would be in his best interest if he kept that information to himself.

Within yards of the Quidditch Pitch Raiden started to slow his pace and pulled on his cloak and dusted any soot or dust that may of gathered on it off and was careful to brush his fingers of the bump of the handle of his wand that stuck out by his pants’ waistband where it sat in a special holster, just to reassure himself that it was there, though he was certain that if he did his job right there would be no need for magical intimidation.

Walking up to the entrance of the pitch Raiden was pleased that he had managed to arrive just as it seemed the Hufflepuff team practice came to an end and looked up to the sky as he watched the figure that he had really only paid attention to since the night in the Malfoy Manor bring his broom to the ground. Not wanting to bring too much attention to the whole situation, Raiden took up a position behind a tree that was positioned carefully by the entrance of the pitch and waited patiently for his target to emerge from the entrance so that he could make his move.

[kevin]

Kevin shouldered his broom rather dismally as he came out of the changing room, his eyes focused on the ground. A frown tugged at his lips and creased his forehead with lines of worry. For normally such a happy, bubbly guy, Kevin looked positively dreadful.

His teammates went past him, their steps quicker, lighter, not weighed down with the enormity of his situation. A few of them clapped him on the back sympathetically and Kevin looked up, giving them half-smiles. Eventually, Kevin was lest, trudging wearily up the hill from the pitch by himself.

It had been... well, it felt like ages, to Kevin. It had been so long since he Saw anything, that he was beginning to fell his Sight was never coming back. No flashes of intuition, no interpreting the stars, or tea leaves, or crystal balls. Kevin's fountain of Vision of run seemingly dry, and all he could do was hope that the drought wouldn't last. But he was so used to Seeing that it was difficult to suddenly have to adjust to a life without his Inner Eye. And then, on top of that, if he thought of why he had lost it in the first place... Forget it. Kevin wasn't going to relive that day, when he was helpless to aid his friends as they nearly died before his eyes.

He wasn't.
He wasn't.
He wasn't.

Kevin bit his tongue and focused his thoughts elsewhere. It was late. He was tired, and hungry. The slacks he had on had been looser of late, as Kevin found that though he was outrageously hungry, he couldn't bring himself to eat. He knew he'd just sick it up again, and if he was lucky enough to get over himself and eat something, he felt guilty about being selfish. After all, he wasn't the one with battle scars. So why should he complain?

Ugh. Shut up brain. Just stop. Kevin spun the broom on his shoulder and turned up towards the castle but then stopped, and looked up. The castle looked as normal as ever, but... something was off. Kevin held his breath in excitement. Was something happening to him? Was he getting his Sight back? He dropped his broom at the base of a tree, ready to do a sort of mental checklist. Maybe this would be were things started looking up.

Or, you know.

Not.

"...You!" Kevin gasped girlishly, eyes wide. So that was it, his gut feeling? Raiden Nott, standing suspiciously behind a tree. Raiden Nott, witness to the Time Warp battle. Raiden Nott, Death Eater.

Kevin ran.