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[Draven Bloodworth]

How the young vampire mannaged this one, he will never now. After his most reasent hunt, the young vampire had aquired a pure black 1973 Monte Carlo SS, The engine roared, and the radio was playing a death metal tune, at full volume, as Draven made his way up the winding roads, and to the village of Hogsmeade. As the sky got dimmer, the car, seemed to get brigher. Not because of Neon or anything... but if you where to look at the car, you could indeed mistake it for that. The car seemed to glow a very dim blue. This scared many of the witches and wizards but was one of the things that amused Draven Bloodworth; The man, who hoped to become the new potions master at Hogwarts. "Stay outta the way!" He yelled out the window, as he sped passed a few small children, who where playing in the middle of the road... But than gain, it wasn't every day, that a car came down the roads of Hogsmeade.

Finally, Draven was on Open road again.... Well, kinda... He reved his engine, and sped down the road towards the school, at about 70mph. He parked his car on the outskirts of the grounds, and hopped out. It seemed like only yesterday, the young vampire was here, giving so many professors a hard time, and tourtering young Gryffindorks. Wth the use of his lit wand, he checked his reflection, in the shiny paint of the car.

Even distorted, Draven looked crazy, with his long brown curls falling all over his face, thanks to the wind, a huge spiked collar around his neck, and his pure black attire; Trench coat, Dikkies, T-shirt, and combat boots. He was looking like anything but a Hogwarts Professor, but didn't care... He was ready to show the school what he had to offer, but for now... Just wanted to explore the grounds a bit to see what had changed.

He survayed the same old lake, the willow, the forest, and so many other things. It was all the same..... But he still loved it. He just stood by his car, with the radio still playing Htebreed at full blast (magically inhanced) wondering what type of attention he would draw.

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[Professor George Weasley]

George was trying to convince Rosmerta to keep the change from a few bottles of gillywater for Erica when he heard it. Crashing, booming music. He raised an eyebrow.

"Any idea what the bloody hell THAT is?" George asked the general populace of the bar. The noise grew louder, attention diverted away from the redhead. He sighed, pushing the Three Broomsticks' door open.

A car darted by, towards the school.

George gaped at it for a while. He hadn't seen anything like THAT in a while... particularly not something like that with a wizard in front. The blue aura was a dead giveaway. George followed the car on foot, sneaking about like a Death Eater.

The car finally stopped in the courtyard. George whipped his wand out of his messenger bag, a bottle of gillywater edging out the side. He looked at the older teen standing in the courtyard, drinking in his surroundings.

What... the... hell.

George edged out a bit, keeping his wand close to his body. He stepped forward, noticing the curly brown hair and the eyes - the vacant yet fiery eyes -

The bottle of gillywater fell out of George's bag and smashed on the ground. George inhaled quickly - the man would've heard that! Now his wand was drawn, ready to strike.

[Draven Bloodworth]

Draven was less than shocked, when he heard the sound of somebody comming up behind him. He turned to survay the man more closely, and smiled. "It's been a while...." He looked back up at the giant castle. "Since I've seen this place, I mean..."

He ran a hand through his long brown curls, and looked back over at the red haired man, who still hadn't laxed his wand. "Come now.... I have no intention of harming anyone here." He shrugged and raised both of his hands to the air. "I promise." He added quickly with a small grin.

"By the way, I think you've dropped something." He added, as he looked at his watch. "You think, you can tell me where I need to go to sign up to be a teacher here?" Draven asked conversationaly.

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[Professor George Weasley]

George narrowed an eye, his wand still raised. "What do you mean, a long time? You're barely eighteen." George didn't like the look of this guy - he seemed too cool, too collected to be completely normal. But his mentioning that he didn't intend to hurt anyone sounded sincere. George lowered his wand a bit.

"So why did you come blasting in here with your car? Just to get a job, or is it... something different?" George inquired. He was still wary, thinking this kid might be a Death Eater, or worse, in league with Geroldone. "...You'd have to visit Headmaster Daylor, but I'm still not convinced you're... completely trustworthy."

It had nothing to do with the appearance. Everything to do with the aura of the boy. There was a bloodlust about him.

[Draven Bloodworth]

The young vampire just leaned against the door to his Monte Carlo, and gave a very weak smile to the older man. It seemed, that Draven had ignored his first question completely... He twirlled a peice of his curly brown hair around his fingers, and than let it untwirl by it's stelf, before repeating the process. With a shrug of his shoulder, he spoke, but not before comming up with a deicent reply to what the man had said. "Well.... They say...." He started in a very soft voice. "That it is very customary, to go out wiht a bang..." Draven chuckled lightly, before he spoke again, in the same casual, but smooth sounding voice. "But.... as much as it may disapoint many... I don't see myself going out Anytime soon... So I figured a memorable entrance would suffice... What do you think?" This was how Draven answered George's question, about Why he was blasting his music.

George's next statement just made Draven smile. He crossed one leg over the other, and folded his thin pale arms over his chest casually, and rose an eyebrow. "Well... You're a smart man then, aren't you?" came the casual tone of the vampire. "I say never trust anyone... showing you're loyal to somebody, is showing you're weak... And you never want anyone to see that, do you?" He a light sigh escape after he had finished ths rant, and just continued to look over at the man. "But you need not worry about me.... I don't bight.... often." A grin krept acrosed Draven's face slowly. He was obviously having fun with the red haired man, and hoped, that his fun would indeed continue.

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[Professor George Weasley]

"Bite?" George repeated. His eye twitched. Things were making a bit of sense now... but then George analyzed what this weirdo had said previously.

"I've never heard that going out with a bang is good," George seethed, angrily recalling that exploding wall. That mixture of curses that had killed his brother... he went out with a bang. It wasn't a good thing, not at all, and George loathed this... this... whelp for mentioning something so asinine. "That's how my brother left, and it ruined a good portion of my life. And as for your memorable entrance... I have to concede it was pretty good. I've seen better. My other brother and his friend came to Hogwarts in my 4th year in a flying car."

George was either so angry he was shaking or so scared he was trembling. He couldn't decipher which it was.

"I'm not very trusting, true," George agreed, "but what the bloody hell are you talking about, with your biting thing?" Then it hit George. "Ah. So you're... forgive the somewhat offensive terminology, but I don't know what else to call you... a half-breed of some sort."

[Draven Bloodworth]

Draven just stood listening to the man speak. He had mensioned something about his brother, his expression towards what Draven had said was anything but pleasent. "Well... I'm sorry for your brother." the young vampire replied, raising an eyebrow to the man. Draven really didn't know a lot about the batle with Voldemort. He had lived in the US all of his life, and never really cared enough about the news, to even try and keep up with the things goin on in his own country, let alone overseas. But from the little Draven did know about the war against the "dark lord," some of what George was saying was begining to make perfect sence to Draven; He had rememberd hearing about a flying car, and loads of other things that Harry potter had done, back in those days, just from conversations here and there.

When the man had finished, Draven just gave a polite smile. "You're a Weasley... aren't you?" Draven asked in something of a quiet voice, understanding, finally dawning on the young vampire. He didn't really care about offending the boy... but still, tried to give at least the smallest impression that he was sorry.

With a rather careless flick of Draven's dragon heart string wand, the music that the car was playing stopped abruptly. He had heard George's question about him being a halfbreed, and just shook his head. "Oh.... I'm not just half, my dear man... I'm a full fledged vampire." A small grin krept acrossed the young vampire's face, and he ran a hand through his brown locks. "But don't worry... I have no intention of hurting anyone here.. If I did, well..." Draven trailed off for a few seconds trying to think of what to say next. "I don't think I'd be looking for a job here."

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[Professor George Weasley]

George lowered his wand completely, for the first time. He blinked. "Well, I can't really HIDE the fact that I'm a Weasley. The hair is a dead giveaway. Unfortunately, my kid got the red hair, too." George wondered why the teenager seemed so genial, when in fact the situation was overtly tense - the darkness in the sky, the full moon, the rustling trees.

Then he said it. The teen called himself a full-fledged vampire. George took a quick step back.

"A vampire." George raised an eyebrow. "Well, if you really don't intend on hurting any - OH COME ON." George put his wand back up. "What kind of story is that? I've known very kind werewolves, but sometimes people can't control their urges. Even normal..."

She loomed over him, screaming. This was no mean feat, as he was taller than her, but every day was like this - every day was a hell he couldn't stand...

"Why do you mope about him?! He's gone, dead! Just move -!"

The scent of an unknown perfume hit the air. The girl's dark braids rustled as she sniffed. Her features contorted even more.

"You SPINELESS -!"

The memory cut out. George shook his head before his resolve returned. "What kind of job would you want?"

[Draven Bloodworth]

"Oh... well, that is all very true... it is all but human nature not to be able to control one's urges at times." Draven replied as he looked at the man. He saw that there was a hint of fear in his eyes. Draven didn't know exactly what to say at this point, so just stood completely still.

"And.... I intend to become the potion;'s teacher here, actually... My father, is a well known genious with potions... he invented a potion that helps our kind out greatly... allows us to walk around during the day." He took a step away from the car, and muttered a spell under his breath. At once, it became the size of a hotwheel car, and Draven walked over, scooped it up and put it in his pocket. (This was much better in his opinion than going with his first choice of blowing the car up.)

He looked again at the man. "Pardon me... for not knowing who you where at first... I grew up in America, you see..." said Dravenas he looked up at the castle. He hoped, that this man would have no problems with Draven entering the school. "But I must be going now... The Headmaster was expecting me a little over twenty minutes ago... I have never been a huge fan of keeping people waiting.... You have a good evening sir!"

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[Professor George Weasley]

George watched the man's retreating back, a vein pulsing in his forehead. Everything the man said made sense, and yet... so much of it made George shiver in apprehension. A Potions teacher with such an odd aura? It was like Snape all over again...

He felt oddly cold about the meeting. Suddenly, without warning, George began to shout into the night.

"Who ARE you?!" George called. "You know who I am. What about you?"

((Sorry for the short post... I couldn't think of a way to elaborate.))