Love Blossoms in Cold Hearts (Alka)

[Salazar Slytherin]

Salazar was enjoying his time in the common room, watching the flames flicker in the murky green light. He enjoyed this common room. He was sure to built it exactly here when he built the school upon his return. The green beneath the lake, the cold, murky air. The painting of himself, several years older, hanging above the fireplace. It was a rather nice room for his taste. He swirled his wand around, thinking of the latest curse he was working on. It would light a fire within the heart of he who it was cast upon, leading him to anger and harm of others. It was a good spell when one needed a cold-hearted killer. It was much more complex than he had originally thought it might be. It needed a combination of ideas, including some similar to the imperius curse, so that the fire could be controled. While he pondered this, he began to let his eyes wander around the common room. Sitting in an arm chair directly across the room from him was a girl with a unique and piercing look. Her eyes, even from this distance, showed her cold opinion of the world. The exact cold opinion, it seemed, that he held. Perhaps a touch different, he could not tell if he did not speak to her. But no, he would let her come to him, it was his way. He sent her a smoldering look with a half-smirk, one that had caught the eye of many a girl in the past. He was sure it worked still here as he had seen some variations of it being used to attract girlfriends by classmates of his.

[Alka Anna Madros]

Alka sat in an arm chair in the common room, legs crossed and a cross look on her face. She was thinking about how she was going to sneak that gun on school grounds, along with those few extra things she needed to make sure she was unnoticable. At some point, her eyes drifted from the coffee table and up to someone in the chair across from her. He wasn't bad looking by any standards but he was doing that thing that most boys did when they were trying to get a girl to come talk to them. She'd seen it before but it had never been given to her. First glance, people would take her for sweet and kind, as soon as they got a closer look they would find a glare that never left her face and a horrible attitude. She kept a steady glare on the boy and studied him like she would an animal. He looked calm, maybe as rude as she was but there was no way to tell from this distance. She started to twirl her wand in her fingers, deciding what to do.

[Salazar Slytherin]

Salazar was surprised, she seemed not to react to his look. Ah, well, there were other things he could do. She definitely seemed to be a cruel, cold-hearted girl. Well, why else would she be in his house? He averted his eyes, pretended he hadn't noticed her, pretended she was just a speck in the corner of his eye. If she did not come to him, he cared not. He simply would not go to her. He continued to work on the parts of his curse. "Imperius involved entrapping the mind," he muttered to himself, "this need entrap the mind and inflame the heart." He pondered how it could be done, "perhaps remove all emotions, minus that of anger. That'd be simpler than sparking a fire in the heart, though the end result would be similar, leaving an angered slave in your wake. Yes, this curse shall work very well." He hadn't meant to be loud enough for the girl to hear, but his voice happened to be one that carried across spaces, so she would have heard at least part of his voiced thought.

[Alka Anna Madros]

Alka's ears strained when she noticed he was talking. But what was it about? Imperious curse? Leave a mindless slave? She had no need for slaves. She was a killer all her own. The only reason she would need something like that would be for a job she wanted someone else to be caught for. She kept her glare, "You, in the arm chair. Repeat what you are saying. I won't ask twice." she then stretched and closed her eyes. She'd trained herself to shut off one of her senses to heighten others, but it was still a work in progress and the only one she could shut off was her sight. She was going to neeed to work on that.

[Salazar Slytherin]

Salazar smirked to himself, he had unintentionally brought her attention even further to him. He turned to her, noticing that her eyes were closed, he presumed for her to hear even better. "My dear lady, I am simply working out the kinks in a curse I've been creating. Nothing you need worry about," his answer was simple, perfect to draw her attention further, but without giving her what she wanted. One lesson for women, rarely give them what they directly ask for. They rarely want what they say. He had learned long ago this fact, and he would continue to live by it until proven wrong. "I strive to create spells that benefit myself above all others, what exactly the spell does is not much of your concern nor what exactly I was speaking of it."

[Alka Anna Madros]

Alka scoffed, not anything she need worry about HA! She needed to be involved in anything that involved curses. If it was something she could use to avoid blame, it was something she was going to use. More than likely she'd end up using it on a marauder. They'd pained her long enough. She opened her eyes to where they were meer slits, "And men wonder why women live longer." she reached in her pocket and flicked a small knife at a spot next to his head, "Because women have easy access to knives." she stood up to retrieve her knife. She didn't have many left and she liked these ones. She tossed her hair and went back to her seat and picked her nails with the same knife she'd thrown.

[Salazar Slytherin]

Slytherin rolled his eyes, "no, my dear, it's simply because men choose to die fighting close range while women throw knives." He smirked a touch, pulling his sword out from the bag sitting next to him. "While you have your little play things, I have this, and trust me, sweetheart, this hurts more." He knew she was likely to throw the knife again, he was pulling her strings, but he wouldn't be outdone by a mere girl. That may happen in this time, but not where he was from. He prepared himself to cast a few different protection spells, just in case she choose to throw something else at him. "As for not answering your question, which is the obvious mistake, in your eyes, here, it is a work in progress, none else need know of it until I have completed the spell, for fear of a misfire and some serious damage being made to an innocent bystander."

[Alka Anna Madros]

"Whislt women hate in silence and kill from a distance, men choose to be blunt and able to be caught in their kills." Alka finished picking her nails and threw her knife with deadly accuracy at the portrait above the mantle. It landed right between the eyes of the founder of the house. Course she wouldn't do that to the real one, couldn't even. He was dead.

"No one is innocent. Everyone has a deadly secret. And if they are in the way of a kill, then that is their fault." She chuckled with an icy coldness that could be felt through others veins.

[Salazar Slytherin]

"Perhaps, but men live life in a much more interesting way," he wouldn't let it drop. She was a woman, she could not be above him. He almost laughed when the knife hit his future self right in the forehead. He flicked his wand and sent the knife flying back at her, to land in the armchair next to her hand. "It's not polite to throw knives at the forehead of the founder of your house." He so wanted to throw a hex at her for that, though it was amusing, it was still him.

"Yes, but innocent bystanders are those whose secret relates none to the fight being held. I shall not kill those who I have no argument with. It's wasteful."

[Alka Anna Madros]

"My life is very interesting. I tend to make everything interesting." She smirked and slowly removed the knife from the arm of the chair. "Then don't look closely at the picture. pretty sure I've hit that spot on a reoccuring basis." she laughed. She liked to throw things, and that picure was a great target.

"It's population control."

[Salazar Slytherin]

"You say that as if mine is not, dear girl," she had no idea. His life had been full of so many things she could not imagine. He and his friends were so close to completing the plan that would lead to the building of this school. She was just a mere assassin in a world where women were treated nearly equally to men. It was preposterous. "I shall not, though I can not believe that he hasn't had a word to say about it yet, the paintings have emotions and feelings as much as any human."

"Perhaps, but it's still wasteful. I like not to waste that which may someday be useful to me. If I kill someone unintentionally, I may never know if they could become something more important to me. A friend, a love, a follower, anything."

[Alka Anna Madros]

"I have ripped that painting... plus he's normally asleep when I do that. Although it would be quite fun to throw one at a real person's fore head." Alka chuckled minaically in her cold icy way. "And I have only just met you. I wouldn't know anything about your life, let alone if it was exciting, or interesting. I don't even know your name."

"No one is useful... people only get in the way of things. Ruining spells, getting in the way of gunfire, stepping in front of a blade." she smirked.

[Salazar Slytherin]

"Perhaps he enjoys the evilness in you and decided not to comment for that reason. A blade thrown at his forehead would certainly wake him up." Salazar smirked when she said she wished to throw a blade at his forehead... if only she knew, "My name is Sal Alexander," he told her, "my parents... named me after Salazar himself."

"You are an assassin, are you not? One who kills for fun and pay," there were many assassins in his time, but few who cared so little about people as she.

[Alka Anna Madros]

"That is exactly what I am. An assassin. Although my victims don't rest in peace, they rest in pieces." She smirked, "But assassin is so cliche, I perfer... well actually I don't prefer anything."

"My cousins must be so proud... Some of them still go here." Alka twirled her knife again. It was an amusing toy when she was angry and couldn't express it. Other times it was a decoration she carried around with her at all times. She never knew when she was going to need to use it, there was always the possibility someone was going to try to pull something over on her. She also used it for cutting steak but she hardly ate steak. "Alka Madros. I am protection." she smiled.

[Salazar Slytherin]

"Obviously, you enjoy murdering people for pay, that is the duty of an assassin or missionary." Sal barely blinked at her joke.

Salazar was getting bored of her, she spoke of nothing but killing, he would soon tire of her, despite her beauty. He watched her twirl her knife with a sense of boredom. "Protection seems to be the wrong word, Alka."