Armand was a quiet, gentle boy, who was blessed with extraordinary gifts. Much like his siblings. But his were a bit different. Not only could he manipulate fire, he could speak to the dead. A gift that he hated more then anything for it terrified him when ghosts and demons would come to him, late at night and ask for things. It had all started when he was young, and that first time was horrible and it hadn't really gotten any better as he grew older.

Ghosts looked different, wispy and white or black and frightening and it was usually the latter that came to him. the ones that terrified him. Though he hadn't seen any in a while, for which he was grateful. Though all of that was about to change. This new home had ghosts. He could sense them and Armand had been seeing images out of the corner of his eye ever since he and his family moved in. He didn't think anything of it...till that very night.

He had been sound asleep when something woke him. Sitting up with a gasp, blankets pulled up to his nose, did he look around his darkened room, to scared to move to turn on the light. Something was there. Something...evil. Slowly, a shadow detached itself from the darkness and drifted slowly towards him. Boney, dripping gore, it was a skeletal apparition that made him want to scream but no sound would come out. Slowly it half crawled, half stumbled closer and closer, muttering something Armand couldn't hear. The smell that hit him next, made him want to gag. Iron, mud and stale blood all mixed into one. "NO! GO AWAY!!" He screamed, pulling the blankets over him like a child would as that usually did work. You ignore them, they left. Not this time though.

He could hear the spirit getting closer, and closer and suddenly he heard a raspy voice call out his name, followed quickly by Lucius's surname. He yelped, hand covering his mouth as he tried to remain still and silent, only to sob when his blanket was torn from him and cast across the room. that had never happened before. Staring at the thing that now hovered over him, unable to look away at the rotting features so so close, he trembled in fear. "What do you want...?" He stuttered. to which the thing turned, looked deep into him and uttered one word. "Malfoooooyyyyy...." before screeching this ungodly sound as it reached for Armand, who by this point, screamed his head off in fear and agony. He was beyond terrified!