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[sarahlestrange]

Sarah had been expecting this. Things hadn't exactly gone to plan, but at least the main objective had been completed, right? They wanted him dead and he was. So Evelyn had found his body on the doorstep, big deal. She was going to find out eventually, these kids weren't thick and they'd soon be giving their parents a run for their money. If they didn't start telling them truth soon instead of keeping everything a secret then it wouldn't have surprised Sarah if they turned around and decided to rise up against them. It sounded a little dramatic and perhaps a bit unrealistic, but it was definitely a possibility.

Jonathan would probably be dragged back too. His job had been to make sure nothing went wrong and it certainly had gone wrong. If he hadn't been there however, it wouldn't have happened at all, let alone incorrectly. They weren't supposed to know that though. He'd used her wand, as far as they were concerned, Sarah had killed him. That was exactly what the Ministry would think if they found out too, but they couldn't find out. Sarah couldn't go to Azkaban, she'd turn out like her grandmother. Wasn't she doing that already? She rarely tamed her hair anymore and she'd just taken part in a murder. If she had to take on the characteristics of anyone in her family, she'd rather it be her grandmother's sister Narcissa. She wasn't evil and she hadn't married a Muggle-born. Andromeda sounded nicer, but marrying a mudblood that died and having a freakish daughter who could change the colour of her that also died wasn't a like she could see herself living.

She'd said she'd get rid of the body. She hadn't. If she wasn't careful with the Daltons, it would be her body that people needed to get rid of. Ironically, she was wearing black, which was fitting considering she felt like she was going to her own funeral. Pushing open the front gates, she kept her hand clasped firmly around her wand. Having seen someone die on the very same path she was walking along now, she couldn't help but be nervous. Her eyes involuntarily moved to the spot where she and Jon had been when Sam was making the delivery. Sarah waved her wand at the doorbell so that somebody would be ready to open the door by the time she got to it, moving slightly faster for fear that should would be struck down on the estate.

This post was written by Vicky as Sarah Lestrange. The lyrics are from St. Trinian's Theme by Girls Aloud and the images are of Eva Green. The post was written for Jonathan Styx and Clifford, Maria and Isabella Dalton and is 417 words long. Sarah is wearing this outfit and I'd just like to add that the lyrics are probably more suited to the Daltons.

[jonathan anthony styx]

If we dont believe

This reason for living

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Jonathan had not been expecting this. He'd just got out of his formal wear and put something a bit more casual on when he found out he'd have to go back to the Dalton manner because Sarah hadn't hid the body like he'd told her to. What the hell is up with her he thought to himself as he appeared just outside the Dalton estate, he could see Sarah walking up the path, with a smirk on his face he vanished again appearing right behind her. He put both of his hands on her shoulders suddenly. "Why didnt you hide the body?" he asked spinning her around, he had meant to scare her because she deserved it, she had put both of their necks on the line.

Jonathan didnt want to be in trouble but at the same time he didnt really want Sarah to be in trouble, he'd actually grown fond of her. "Look the story is, you killed him stick to that, whatever else needs to be said, if you lie, i''ll go along with it, but you best fill me in after or i wont be here to watch your back anymore" he told her rather strictly, he needed to lay that down so they didnt go in there and just get torn to shreds.

Then we'll never know
Do i wanna know?

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Wearing: Outfit
Comment: here we go..
Lyrics: A Pistol To My Temple - Scary Kids Scaring Kids
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[isabella rosalie dalton]

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It had not been long since Samuel Cooper was killed. Yes, killed, as in murdered. Isabella knew it had to be murder and it happened right in her own home. No one knew who did it, but the Dalton children were not short on accusations. They had a good feeling it was Evelyn's parents, Isabella's aunt and uncle, who had set it up. Somehow, they found out about Sam and they only way they knew how to make him go away, was to get rid of him for good. Of course, they didn't have direct proof that Evelyn's parents had anything to do with it, in fact, Evie herself didn't want to believe they would do such a thing, but that did not stop them from thinking it might be true.

Isabella was angry that Sam was dead. Actually, that was an understatement. She was mad as hell. She would be even more pissed off if she found out her aunt and uncle had anything to do with it. Izzy had grown fond of Sam, and even thought of him as a brother. It practically killed her when she found out he was gone forever. She couldn't even imagine what Evie was feeling. She had loved him and if he asked, would probably have married him. To have someone that you loved taken from you, was not easy to get over. Unfortunately, it would probably take years before Evie was happy again. Maybe even longer. Isabella wanted to find out who was responsible, because when she did, she would not hesitate to make their life a living hell.

Hearing the doorbell ring, her eyes found their way to the door of the library. She had been in there reading to pass the time. She wanted to see her brother and sister, but they were not around at the time. She was willing to just hang around until they came back. She didn't have much to do at the time. She was home for a couple days to visit since it was Christmas break so she had some time. She hadn't seen much of her parents either. She preffered to stay away from them. She loved her parents, but at times they got annoying and would probably want her to run errands or do other things that she would just refuse to do.

Standing from her chair, she closed the book she was reading and made her way to the front door. She wondered who it could be and why they would be there. She knew it wouldn't be anyone to see her. It was probably for one of the adults. But who could it be? When she got to the door, she reached out to the doorknob and turned it to open the door. There, standing on her doorstep was Hogwart's headmaster, Jonathan Styx and some woman she had never seen before. "Hello, Mr. Styx." She said, her voice confused. Why would he be there? She couldn't think of any reason behind his arrival. And who was this woman? "Can I help you?" She was still talking to Jonathan, but her eyes were on the woman. She had never even seen her before.

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TAG clifford, maria, jonathan, and sarah
NOTES dun dun duuuuunnnnn
TUNES heaven help us , my chemical romance.
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[sarahlestrange]

A loud scream escaped Sarah's lips as Jon apparated behind her and grabbed her shoulders. If he hadn't turned her around as quickly as he had, she'd probably have blasted him half way across the garden and run away crying her eyes out. Once she realised it was him, she breathed as close as she could get to a sigh of relief before smacking him on the arm. "Do you have any idea how much you scared me?" she asked him in a hushed yell. Then he asked her the question that was the reason they were being hauled back. "She deserved to know. He loved her." It wasn't her decision to make but it wasn't Maria or Clifford's either. "What if I don't want to have killed him? You forget I'm not in the Nex Domino." How much longer could she say that now? She'd watched someone die and it was the Order, although he hadn't been a member of it, that the blow was against.

The door opened to reveal a young woman who was clearly one of the Dalton children. Isabella? Sarah hadn't been to see the family for quite some time but she had once been a family friend. It was probably just after the birth of Harrison that her contact with the Daltons became less and less before she never spoke to them at all. "I don't suppose your parents are in? It's urgent that we speak to them privately." What exactly was she supposed to say to her? "Yeah, we killed Sam but we messed up and now your parents want to shove our heads on spikes. Could you tell them we're here?" Sarah wouldn't lie to the children, not completely, she'd leave that to Andrew, Clifford, Maria and Priscilla. They did it so well.

This post was written by Vicky as Sarah Lestrange. The lyrics are from St. Trinian's Theme by Girls Aloud and the images are of Eva Green. The post was written for Jonathan Styx and Clifford, Maria and Isabella Dalton and is 301 words long. Sarah is wearing this outfit and I'd just like to add that the lyrics are probably more suited to the Daltons.

[clifford nicholas dalton]

make it count when i'm the one who's selling

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Clifford Dalton had lost his mind. Why had he trusted them to get rid of the body too, without a fuss? No, they had to leave it on the doorstep for his daughter to find. How traumatic. Why didn't they just wrap him up in a bow, make him the slightest bit presentable? Why had it gone so wrong? Surely he'd specified that the body must be moved? Of course he had, and Maria and himself had drummed that fact home as much as they could, and yet, there was this mess. Literal mess. He'd had to organise the house elf, making sure they got all of the blood. Of course, they'd missed a bit, no doubt, but Joshua took care of that. He'd passed him in the hall and asked what he was doing a few days ago, but Josh had just ignored him, like he was in his own world. Clearly, the sight of the body had distressed many of them. No child should have to see a dead body, but Evelyn didn't need to see it at all. Sarah and Jon should have stopped that from happening. It was their job. He'd be damned if she got as much money as they'd said. They had one chance to explain themselves, but he wanted to know what happened, and why his daughter saw that.

He was sat in the study at the time, when he heard the doorbell ring. He waited a few moments and then pushed himself out of his chair and closed the book he was reading. He straightened his suit and moved out of the study and down the hall. He took the steps easily, leisurely. The Dalton's waited for no one, but Jon and Sarah could wait for him. When he reached the bottom, he noticed that Isabella had already opened the door. He moved his hand to it, and held it open. "Isabella, I think it's a good idea for you to go up to your room. Or to see Joshua in his"

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Like that was going to happen. The less people that knew about it, the better. He led the two people through to the drawing room, and supposed his wife would join them shortly. He sent them both a withering glare and moved his eyes to the door, in time to see his wife walk in.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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[maria endora dalton]

causing problems makes you famous

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It was never easy, being a parent. Experience had taught her that. But she had never expected it to be as stressful as it was turning out to be. The actions that she’d had to resort to in the past week were ones that she had hoped to be unnecessary but there seemed little other option available. Up until recently, she had had no reason to doubt the actions of any of her children, sure they rebelled a bit, but compared to the accounts given by her in-laws, their cousins were far worse. But Evelyn, she’d thought, as had her husband, was the perfect Dalton offspring. It had only recently come to light just how wrong they had both been in their impressions. They’d gone to a lot of effort, especially on her part, to raise a daughter suitable for marriage to a well-off pureblood boy, whom both herself and the remaining three adults approved of. Yet for some unknown reason, the girl had taken it upon herself to throw it back in their faces and have the nerve to start dating a boy that worked in a shop. A nobody, as far as they were concerned. Since she believed herself to be far from unreasonable when it came to her children, she had attempted to persuade Evie to stop seeing him. Far from arguing, her daughter had simply nodded along, giving the impression that she understood the position. She’d thought that would end things. Apparently she could not have been more wrong. Far from ending the relationship, it seemed more threatening than before. In order to protect both the family and Evelyn, action had to be taken.

Nobody had wanted it to end the way it did. Clifford’s final words on the matter before the death had convinced her. They had tried to get rid of the boy reasonably, without anyone getting hurt, but to no avail. Therefore the only solution to their problem was to warn him off completely. Unfortunately even this plan had ended badly. Clifford had assured her that this was the only way forward, that everything would go exactly like the specified plan, but none of this had happened. In fact, one could say that the opposite had happened, something that did not sit well with either of them. Sarah and Jon had majorly messed things up, and it had caused more problems that they should not have had. It was evident that neither of the two were impressed with the way in which things had been handled. Still, one thing had come out of the whole situation. Admittedly not in the way that they had envisioned, but the boy had been disposed of. He would no longer be a feature of their daughter’s life and therefore never enter theirs either. Seeing as a problem still remained in the form of other people discovering the truth, a meeting had been arranged in which matters could be discussed and resolved as required. If that involved resorting to more desperate measures, she was prepared to do it. It was vital that the reputation and comfort of her family remained intact.

A small part of her was empathetic towards her daughter’s desires, but she was young. She was a teenager, who was bound to fall for the wrong man. She had the advantage of having parents who cared enough for her to choose a man who would care for her in the manner to which she had become accustomed. It was just a shame that Evelyn could not see this for herself, but one day, she was confident that the girl would come to view it from their perspective and understand why they had resorted to the measures that had be taken. It had never been her wish to see her daughter react in the way that she had, but that was ultimately down to the mistakes made by the other two. Her mind never leaving the state in which the house had descended into, since his death, she walked into the room where the other three were already waiting. Taking the seat next to her husband, she flashed him a quick glance, before allowing their guests to take the main part of her focus. Turning to the couple sat on her left, she spoke a single word, her expression unreadable. “Well?”

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TAGS;; sarah, jon, clifford & izzy.
NOTES;; i have nothing to add (:
CREDIT;; CASEY is CHTHONIC !

[jonathan anthony styx]

If we dont believe

This reason for living

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Jonathan had to let out a laugh at her reaction to him scaring her, it was just too funny not to react to. "Yeah i know how much it scared you, why do you think i did it" he said with a smirk, he did think she deserved it though if he was in trouble it was all her fault. "They are.. were teenagers they dont know what love even is" he said, although he wasnt exactly sure what love was himself, he'd 'made love' plenty of times, but had he ever felt the love that was described in books and such, no, well maybe, he wasnt sure and he predicted that he would never be sure. "Don't let the Dalton's hear you say that, you'll be in Azkaban before you know it" he said, as far as everyone else was concerned she was a Nex Domino not.

One word went through his mind when he heard the door open and his name said and that word was crap he'd been recognised by one of the Dalton children which meant that he would have to keep an eye on them, just to make sure they knew nothing. Then appeared Clifford. Here we go he thought entering the Dalton's huge household. Jonathan followed Clifford into the drawing room looking around, they had class, that was for sure but would he want to live here, sure, but not if he had to have the kids and the wife, he liked to think of himself as a man who no woman could ever tie down and as for kids, well he was sure he'd like one with his last name sometime.

Jon took a seat and watched as maria entered, Clifford was a lucky man indeed, well he was, then he married her. Jonathan decided he would let Sarah speak first, give her a chance to lay down the story so he could just confirm whatever she had to say, as it was her job that was done and he was just there to make sure she did it. He almost felt like holding her hand and telling her it would be ok, almost, that was totally unlike him so he just sat back and watched her waiting to know what had happened in her words.

Then we'll never know
Do i wanna know?

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Wearing: Outfit
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Lyrics: A Pistol To My Temple - Scary Kids Scaring Kids
Credit: Me

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[isabella rosalie dalton]

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Truthfully, Isabella just wanted to go back to reading. It was one thing that interested her, and she could spend hours in a library just reading books of all kind. She didn't know what made her open the door, in fact she probably shouldn't have. She should have let someone else get it. After all, it wasn't going to be anyone for her, and she knew that. It did indeed surprise her when she saw her headmaster standing there, and the woman, whom she still did not know the name of. It made her uncomfortable and she did not know whether or not she should trust the situation at hand. What could they possibly want?

Come to think of it, Isabella had done nothing wrong at school, and she didn't suspect her other family members had either. They were all good kids, and got along well with teachers and other students. Well, most of the time they did. Grades were fine on her behalf too. It confused her as to what would be so important that he had to show up at her home. Then the woman asked if her parents are home. As they were before, her eyes were still watching the woman. And even though she had said something to Isabella, she took a moment to study her before she would say anything.

When she finally decided to open her mouth to speak, the door was opened wider by someone. Isabella turned her head to see her uncle, Clifford, standing there. "Hello Uncle." She said, her voice showing no excitement to see him there. She didn't hate him or anything, she just didn't care enough to see him standing there. Right now, she didn't want to be around any of the adults. "Josh is home?" She must not of heard him come in, or she had been in the library so long she lost track of time. She walked quickly around her uncle and to the stairs to journey up to her brothers room. She didn't even say anything else to the people at the door or her uncle.

Getting halfway up the stairs, she stopped when it finally hit her. Her uncle, whom they suspected was part of Sam's death, needed to speak to her headmaster and that woman. He didn't want her around. Now, she wasn't sure it was her aunt and uncle who set up the death, but she was suspicous. How was she going to react if it was them? She knew she would be mad, but how far would she take it? She could tell herself over and over again that she wouldn't blow it out of proportions, but was that true? She had to find out what was going on, and why this meeting had to be so secret.

After a few minutes of making sure no one else was around, she made her way back down the stairs and to the opening of the drawing room. She peeked in to see the two people and her aunt and uncle. She stood outside of the room, no longer looking in, in case they would see her. She didn't want to get caught because she would be in a lot of trouble, and no person would want that. She was going to figure out what was going on, and she hoped it wouldn't be long until she knew the truth.

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TAG clifford, maria, jonathan, and sarah
NOTES dun dun duuuuunnnnn
TUNES heaven help us , my chemical romance.
CREDIT template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0