MALFOY, SCORPIUS HYPERION

Scorpius is the only child of Draco and Astoria Malfoy, raised to believe in the proper pureblood ideology. From a very young age, he was taught that he was superior to "lesser" mudbloods, half-bloods, and especially muggles. Though his family took a financial hit after the war, he was still raised in a life of luxury, given anything he wanted and as a result, he became a spoiled, entitled brat, expecting everyone, including his own family to bow to his every whim.

It was during his fourth year at Hogwarts that something changed in him. He was still the pureblood rich kid, but suddenly, he wanted something more. He was not happy with his life, feeling as though his family was holding him back. It was then that he knew what he wanted out of his life. More than anything, he wanted to take on the mantle of the next Dark Lord. He started to research the failures of Voldemort, and vowed he would not make the same mistakes. He did note that one thing the fallen Dark Lord did right was create horicruxes. So, now in his sixth year and having achieved the position of Prefect and aspiring to be named Head Boy...through kissing the right butts and working just hard enough, he has almost completed his research into horicrux creation and, has started gathering followers, those who think the same way he does and are just stupid enough to follow his every command. Upon graduation, he will put his plan into place. He will take over the world.


From Chels:
Dusk was Chelsea's favorite time of the day. Right after dinner, before most of the school made their way to a common room, the library, or, for some, an empty broom cupboard for a little secret make out session, she would always find herself right here, sitting under her favorite tree next to the lake. It gave her time to get away from the crowds of the school to just sit and think. Think about her life, her studies, whatever came to mind.

Right now, the only thing she could think of was herself. and if that made her a bit selfish, then so the heck what, she was entitled to her feelings. This defiant attitude was also pretty new to her. Up until recently, she had just accepted what others told her and went with the flow, which was something that she had been taught a very early age,and more often than not, re enforced with a beating or three. No, she just wanted some peace, or did she? There was still that little, nagging voice inside her head that desperately cried out for some companionship, any kind, she was not really picky she thought, but still, she had to keep that guard up at all times, so making a new friend, if it ever did happen, would take some time.

Looking around to see if she was alone, she slowly brought out a half empty pack of contraband cigarettes from her school bag, took one out, and lit up. The act was a small bit of defiance. She had to exert some control whenever she could and take the risk of being caught by someone at the school, or even worse, her father. Though it was a risk she was happy to take. While it would not look good for a sixth year chaser on the school quiddich team to be caught smoking, she thought the risk was well worth it. Still, she desperately hoped no one else walked up on her now.