Emilian Sota
What can one say of Emilian Sota that has not already been said? He is a sex-addict, a rapist, a heartless rogue. One needs look no further than those ice-blue eyes to see that there is no soul there to save. Even his skin is cool to the touch, as though the lack of soul sapped all warmth from an otherwise human body.
Tell me something I
don't know, you say.
Let us start at the beginning, shall we? I met Emilian in his Hogsmeade store, aptly named,
Jewellery Shop. He has not suffered from his expulsion. The shop is small, but glitters with all manner of gold and gems, purchased with his parents' Galleons. His shop attracts most of the business in Hogsmeade, in fact. Desperately stupid girls flock from Hogwarts to throw themselves at him across the counter, as though he would turn them away. The boy is painfully easy.
Your Dearest Reporter was greeted with instant approval by Emilian, who immediately agreed to an interview. We toured his home above the Jewellery Shop first, an elegant collection of antiques to rival the priceless jewels belowstairs. We settled together on his sofa, and the interview began.
DA: Are you from a wealthy family? You have such exquisite taste.
ES: Yes, my family was very wealthy in Russia, and when they moved here they brought it with them.
But his source of wealth did not interest him, and somehow Emilian shifted the conversation to one Michael Hardt.
DA: Were you always friends with Michael?
ES: Yes, our families are close, I stayed with him quite often. We were friends, we were close. Perhaps not as close as I may have wanted, but close nonetheless. We had a bit of a falling out...
DA: I'm sorry to hear that. Unrequited love can be
so trying.
Emilian made it clear that he didn't want to speak of Michael anymore, nor did he think that rumors concerning one Adara Snow were worth mentioning, though I did ask. One can only come to the conclusion that they are indeed only rumors. He eagerly changed the subject to his rape of Savannah Brooks.
DA: Was it simply a loss of control?
ES: Losing control had nothing to do with it, it was more the desire for total control, showing her that she had no control over what was going on, even though, to give her credit, she did give a valiant effort.
DA: So you
enjoyed hurting her? Why?
ES: She was convinced she could push me away. She had made me mad before, my first day up at the school, and so it was quite wonderful to be so....thorough. Do you have any idea how invigorating it is to see someone so afraid of you?
DA: I'm afraid not. Have you no remorse? Will you do it again?
ES: To her, I've proven my point to her, I don't need to do it again.
DA: Where did this take place? For such an infamous incident, it seems no one will talk about it.
ES: I met up with her in the owlery. The corridors would have been idiotic, and I was a Gryffindor, so the Common Room wasn't a possibility.
DA: It seems you've thought about this a great deal. But still, I have to ask; put back in that...owlery...knowing what you do now, all the consequences...would you do it again?
ES: In a heartbeat.
DA: Well...will you tell me about the fight, then?
ES: I was down by the lake and a spell hit the ground, sand shot up. There were words, and I threw a spell at Firebrand's shoulder, I imagine his little girlfriend didn't like having his blood on her. By the end he had a bloody mess of a shoulder and knee, my fingers were hanging on by threads and I had a gash across my face and chest. We passed out and the next thing I remember we were in the hospital wing."
He showed me his scars, then. The most noticeable is a pale line which stretches from his left temple down to his chin, giving him the air of a demonic pirate. His left hand, long-fingered and aristocratic, is more often curled into a cramped ball than extended, likely due to the visible damage done to the muscles. The skin is puckered and mottled, veined with criss-crossing scars.
Beneath his shirt lies the final scar, one few have seen. Yours truly was lucky enough to be counted among those few. The scar trails in a long sweep from his right collarbone to his left side, disappearing beneath his arm.
DA: Do you hate Chase Firebrand for doing this to you?
ES: I've hated Firebrand from the first day I met him.
DA: Did you ever want to...show him your power, the way you showed Savannah in the owlery?
ES: He's not my type.
I must admit to some surprise when he pressed his advantage on me, though why that should be so I cannot say. I
was warned, after all. Yours truly left Emilian a short time later. For all the rumors about his skill, his endurance is somewhat lacking, as is his attention span. He refused to comment further, and I was left with no choice but to end the interview.
Quill in hand, I sit, a changed woman. Never have I met such a black-hearted and unrepentant sinner. Not only did he show no remorse, but he looked fondly upon his horrendous misdeeds. Perhaps, after all, Headmistress Dumbledore has too soft a heart. Yes, she acted to the full extent of her power, but who would have noticed if the boy had simply vanished? Is death too great a punishment?
In closing, I must appeal to all the young girls, those who dream of reforming him, taming him, or capturing him for their own. He is as likely to share his brief attention with the boys, and it will bring him no sleepless nights to use and discard you. If all you wish is a few moments' physical attention, you will indeed find it, but
nothing more. There is no heart to capture.
