New York City

"I doubt you actually like me but if you are useful I won't mind you one way or another..."

"you shouldn't be so down on yourself, negativity just feeds recklessness. From what I can tell so far you're a pretty cool guy."

"Just cut the feelgood stuff and start teaching me.."

He grinned crookedly "alright dude ,  but not here obviously"..he glanced to Saph "I'm thinking the roof room...its not too far from here."

"Roof room?"

He nodded "its a pretty sweet set up I have on top of my building. Completely hidden unless you know about it. Quite useful for training. Saph basically lived up there before she got sick."

"Sounds like as good a place as any, show me it.." He demanded forcefully, he felt the suffering to his pride would eat him away the longer it went unresolved.

"Demanding aren't we? But hey I never turn away people who are actually dedicated to their goals." He started to walk north on the street they were on leading the way with a a small nod of his head for them to follow

"I don't like asking for things. Sounds weak." Brogan responded as he followed after him.

"Everyone needs a bit of help no shame in that." He was leading them toward a tall dark glads building.

"I thought I wouldn't need any help..."

"not need help with a psychopathic killer? are you sure you're not crazy?" his voice was lighthearted as though joking with an old friend. He had stopped now at the looming building that muggles just seem to walk past with out a second glance.

"And you think YOU could handle him?! I bet you can't even handle me!" The fiery boy yelled at him as though he struck a great blow against his own honor.

His face straightened for the first time "seriously dude? I don't really do the whole fighting thing any more I've retired from that so don't push me. If you want to learn to protect your mind then you've got to chill. " as he spoke he pulled his wand sliding it across one of the glass panes melting it away into a large brightly lit room with marble floors the only thing in the room though was a shiny silver lift on the opposite wall.

Brogan growled but followed him inside. He couldn't help his natural inclination towards rage, it aside from his attraction to Saphire was all he had.

He smirked a bit "so what's your story then? Anyone who's close with Saph has some sort of history..its a sort of pattern."

"You don't need to know anything about me except what I'm doing."

" I suppose though knowing the motive behind your actions would be nice." He pressed the top button in the elevator as it lighting it up red as the lift began to move

"My parents were death eaters..." He told him with a scowl.

"parents can be seriously fucked up sometimes.. but we make our own choices ya know? you decided to be one of the good guys instead of following in their footsteps.. takes a serious amount  guts to do that."

"I'm NOT one of those good guys... I actually have a backbone." 

"I do what they won't, I take them out!"

"So killing doesn't bother you at all?" as he spoke the doors opened. this room was also brightly lit but there was obvious training equipment set up neatly along with a long bar full of potion ingredients the floor seemed made of stone but was soft underfoot. A slightly raised black and red platform was the middle of the room obviously a dueling area.

"Not even a little, not like death eaters are human.." He looked around him at the room, "What is this place?"

"I would argue that statement, but I have a feeling it wouldn't be worth the breath... instead I'll tell you what this is... it's sort of like a training grounds meets magical experiments. Also out side has a pretty wicked view of the city. It's like the unwind place.. have a few drinks and such."

"Where do you get the free time to make all this..."