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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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Fill: The Whipping Boy (7/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-07 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)Yesterday had been a success. Credence was more powerful than he could have imagined, and responded remarkably well to both kindness and pain. Thinking back, it seemed Credence’s response to flagrate had been stronger than his response to crucio, probably because the wounds were more familiar to him. That was good, it would prolong Scamander’s life expectancy. Grindelwald could always strike Scamander with a belt if Credence was getting too difficult. The muggle woman had had a stroke of genius by making the boy wear the belt she used to beat him, a constant threat and reminder. He pondered for a moment whether Credence would react more to Newt wearing a belt or Credence doing so. It was something that he could experiment with later if the boy became a problem, but for now it was clear that Credence wanted to please him. As long as Credence kept being so cooperative, he wouldn’t hurt Scamander too much. Just enough to remind Credence where the power lay and who was in control.
He dressed, checking that his appearance was still in place, and then went to check on his boys. Scamander was lying on the floor. As he opened the door Scamander’s eyes flickered open and he glared up at him. Voiceless and wandless, looking angry was about all Scamander could do.
Credence was sprawled on the bed, the blanket draped across his hips, still dressed in the clothes that he had been given by the muggle woman. Impatient, Grindelwald waved his wand over the boy, changing the clothes to dark robes. Once he was satisfied with Credence’s dress, he cleared his throat.
The boy looked up immediately and then ducked his head, a faint blush on his cheek. Grindelwald extended a hand towards him and the boy took it with a whisper of thanks, standing from the bed.
“Robes?” He queried.
“You needed something clean. Something that suited a young wizard. You don’t object do you?” There was a hint of warning in that question, and Credence shook his head quickly.
“No Mister Graves. I was just… surprised, a little.”
Grindelwald kissed him softly, glancing at Scamander to see him fuming with silent fury.
“We have a busy day today. You have much to learn. It angers me, how much that muggle deprived you of. We are going to practice yesterday’s spells, and then I have some people I need to meet. Will you come with me? I would very much like them to meet you.”
“Yes Mister Graves. They won’t mind that I…” Credence’s voice trailed off, and Grindelwald shook his head.
“They are going to be fascinated by you my dear boy. Your actions in the church were justified and they will know that. And if they did pose a threat, I would defend you and they would fall.”
Credence nodded, soothed by those gentle words.
Grindelwald led him to breakfast and then continued the boy’s lessons. Credence was learning well, and seemed to be memorising each of the spells. Grindelwald worked hard on teaching him destruction, spells to burn and hex and tear. That way, he would not be able to help Scamander other than by his obedience.
Lunch was a warm soup which the boy fell upon, clearly famished by his exertions. It was filling and could not be stolen from the table like yesterday’s bacon. When he had finished eating, Grindelwald held out a piece of bread.
“You can give that to your toy.”
“Thank you Mister Graves.” Credence walked away, carrying the food carefully. Grindelwald waited patiently, sending ahead a message to his followers, explaining he would be bringing his new companion and that they were not to touch the boy.
Credence returned after a few minutes, eyes looking a little damp, but he smiled brightly at Grindelwald and walked to his side, leaned into his kiss.
“You enjoyed last night?” Grindelwald asked, curious as to how the boy would reply after all his mother had told him. Credence nodded quickly.
“Yes thank you Mister Graves.” His voice sounded a little shaky, so Grindelwald gently brushed his hair from his eyes.
“If you aren’t willing Credence, you can tell me. I would never lay a hand on you without your consent, and anyway Mister Scamander is-“
“No.” Credence gasped, then looked down and shook his head. “I enjoyed it a great deal.”
“Good boy.” Grindelwald praised, wrapping an arm around him for a side-along apparition, taking him to where his followers were waiting.
Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (7/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-07 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)I can't even imagine what awful things are waiting for Credence during that meeting. Killing no-majs for fun?
Thank you for this update; it was as amazing as always.
Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (7/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-09 12:25 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (7/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-08 03:13 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (7/?)
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