Post by Walden Roman on Aug 31, 2009 11:20:11 GMT -7
Folding the newsprint he sighed. The news of Vladimir’s chosen ones was quickly making headlines and he wondered how much longer he would have to wait for his followers to spread to America. He looked over the pictures of the women who were said to be Reapers and he shook his head. Of course they were all beautiful, Vladimir was a collector like himself, and only instead of beautiful old dark magic things he collected beautiful women. It wasn’t fair the caliber of beauty matched with deadliness. The fact they were so stunning probably allowed them to get closer to their male target and in true black widow form eliminate them with precise strikes of their venom. Men were predictable when beautiful women were concerned clearly Vladimir knew of his gender’s nature and exploited it. That and it was clear he appreciated beauty in the way Wally loved all that was beautiful. People liked pretty, those who were considered ascetically pleasing, were more likely to get their way. Those who owned beautiful things were more likely to be valued as members of society.
Standing up he stretched tossing the coffee cup in the wastebasket as he passed it. It was one of those lazy Sunday morning and Wally yawned as he made his way to the bookstore. As far as beautiful things were concerned, the things learned from books were far beyond the standard beauty. There were a couple of books he was looking for, a few things on old legends. Things he wanted to know about before he ventured out and tried some of them on his own. There were subtitles to the horocrux he wanted to make sure he knew before he attempted them on his own. He was a young wizard but he was striving for the power to save himself from death. He would be powerful, he would offer his young mind to the man who could mold it and he would soon be powerful. These thoughts comforted him as he made the short walk to the bookstore.
The bell tinkled as he entered the man behind the countered looked at him and Wally smiled a rather snakelike smile as he headed to the dark arts section. They had a rather love-hate relationship, Wally actually paid for the merchandise here but it was clear that the man behind the counter was distressed at the boy’s presence. He chuckled as he ran his fingers over the spines of the books. Some were beautiful second hand with gold inlay and others shiny and new. Walden preferred the older books; they had proved themselves, seen many things and usually carried information the ministry had yet to wipe. Pulling one out written in Latin he sat in the isle and opened it in his lap, it was possibly the one he was looking for. His eyes carefully looked over the Latin script and he thought on his Latin classes in hopes of remembering enough to decided if he needed this text.
